Helen dropped a fresh ice cube into the glass and took a hefty swallow. It was her third drink since supper and she was feeling no pain. Two weeks had passed since her afternoon at the motel with Tom Henderson and she was in need. She hadn't fucked with Dan, either, and the itch was growing. She took another swallow of the whiskey.
Peter came into the kitchen, a sweater over his arm. He looked so male, so manly, especially at this moment.
"Are you going out?" she asked.
"Yeah, got a date," he answered. He didn't mention that it was at Joan Wagner's house. He had banged her every day for the past two weeks.
He looked lustfully at his mother. Her skirt was shorter than she usually wore, and her blouse was long-sleeved and loose, hanging out of her skirt. It couldn't quite hide her bountiful tits, though. He knew she was a little drunk. He walked over and put one arm around her and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue teasing for an instant on her lips.
"You mustn't kiss your mother like that," she said softly.
"Why? I like to kiss my mother like that," he said.
He kissed her again, harder, this time letting his tongue glide into her mouth. She sucked it, pressing herself against her son. He could feel her big tits against his chest, all soft and loose. She wasn't wearing a bra. She never used to go without a bra.
Peter sensed that she was receptive from the first kiss: actually before that, from the moment he had entered the room. It was the first time since they had fucked. Until this moment she had rebuffed him, nagged him, made sure that he kept his distance. She was responding now, hungrily devouring him, and he felt the heat in his guts, the fire in his growing prick.
He held the kiss, sliding his hands down until he was cupping both generous cheeks, pulling her mound tight against his hard-on.
"Oh, Peter, Peter," she moaned, not wanting to respond, but unable to stop.
"What time is Dad getting home?" he asked.
"He said it would be around ten." She pressed her mouth to his again.
Peter had her skirt hiked up. He clutched at her bare ass, then let one hand slide down the deep cleft to the hairy nest between her thighs. Her slit was already wet.
"You're not wearing pants, either," he said.
Her answer was her tongue going deep in his mouth. She wore no underwear. She liked the feeling of freedom it gave her. She knew she couldn't resist her son now; she wanted his cock.
She groped at his fly and somehow got the zipper open. Her fingers slid into the opening and rolled around his hard cock, squeezed it, then pulled it out of his pants.
"Oh, Peter darling, I've wanted this so much. Ever since…"
"I've wanted you, too, Mother."
He was sliding his fingers back and forth the length of her crack. It was soppy now, slick and eager for his prick.
"Here," she gasped, spreading her legs and pushing his hand away. "I want it between my legs for a minute, feel it against my cunt, maybe put it in a little, just the head – for a minute or two." She pressed his cock between her thighs, pushing it up hard against her cunt, then worked it back and forth along the wet slit until the fat head was nudged between the lips. "Let me feel it there for a minute. God, I've wanted it so much; it feels so good. Move it just a little inside my pussy, honey, and then we'll go upstairs to bed and we'll fuck… Oh, Jesus, will we fuck."
Peter pushed with his hips while Helen held his cock in place. He was hot and breathing hard; she was livid with lust, almost to the point of spending. It felt so good there just inside the mouth of her cunt, rubbing at the thick lips, sliding against the horny clit. She bowed her legs at the knees in an effort to get just a little more.
And then they heard the front door open, heard a man's voice.
"Oh, my God, your father is home!" Helen cried. She pushed him away, brushed her skirt quickly down. "Go, go… get the hell out of here!"
"Mom, I'm so hot. I wantta fuck!" Peter screamed.
She had the back door open and pushed him out, his cock still dangling from the front of his pants. "Tomorrow, tomorrow," she said quickly. "Stay home from school. We'll spend the whole day in bed together. Go now, go on your date." She slammed the door closed, her heart pounding.
Helen picked up the glass from the counter and drained it, then smoothed her skirt again and left the kitchen. Linda was just coming in the front room, Bill close behind.
"Hi, Mother. We're back. The honeymoon is over." She giggled.
"I-I didn't expect you kids until tomorrow," she said, her face flushed, a nerve twitching in the side of her neck.
Linda ran to her mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "We decided to drive on in tonight, sleep all day tomorrow. Give your mama-in-law a kiss, William."
Bill came over and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "Hello, Mother Helen," he said. He looked tired.
"You look tired, William. Sit down, both of you; I'll fix you a drink, help you relax."
"God, I think I can use it," Bill said, falling heavily into a big chair.
Helen returned with the drinks and sat beside Linda on the couch. Bill drank his too fast. Helen went to get him another. She returned again and sat carelessly, revealing too much leg. Bill had difficulty keeping his eyes from creeping up the shadowy canyon between her thighs. He knew the rewards waiting at the end of the canyon, he'd had ample instruction the past two weeks. Linda had fucked his brains out.
Linda babbled steadily about their trip while they drank. Halfway through his third, Bill suddenly turned very white.
"I-I think I'm going to be sick!" he cried. He jumped to his feet and rushed for the toilet.
"He still can't hold his liquor," Linda said, shaking her head. "The poor dear is worn out, too." She giggled, feeling the good effect of her third drink.
They could hear Bill vomiting. He finally returned, pale and shaking. "I'd better lie down," he said weakly.
"Go up to my room, honey. It's the first door past the potty," Linda told him.
"Don't you think you'd better go with him?" Helen said.
"No. He'll be fine. He does it every time he has more than one drink." She laughed wildly. "You'd think a grown man could hold more than a couple of stiff drinks, but the poor baby is worn out. I fucked him silly."
"Linda, that's no way to talk."
"Don't act the prude with me, Mom. You've been sitting there giving him a good look at your fat legs. And that loose blouse can't hide that you're not wearing a bra. Your nipples stand out like marbles."
"That isn't true. I didn't," Helen cried, indignantly. She blushed a deep red, tugged at her too-short skirt.
"It's too late for that, Mom. You shouldn't wear such short skirts; your hips are too wide." She laughed again, hilariously. "Don't get mad, I'm kidding. Let's have another round."
Linda did the honors this time, and sat facing her mother.
"You know, I think you're a little drunk," Linda said, sipping from her glass, her eyes teasing over the rim. "You must have been at the sauce before we got here."
"Do you think he's all right, Linda? William, I mean."
"Yeah. He's fine. Quit worrying about him."
"I think you'd better go up and check."
"No way, Mama. I'm sitting here enjoying my booze."
They sat in silence for several minutes, then Helen put her glass on the coffee table. It was empty. "Well, I'm going up and see if he's all right," Helen said.
"Suit yourself, Mom."
Helen got to her feet, self-consciously tugging her skirt down, and left the room. She went quickly up the stairs, staggering slightly, down the hall, and quietly opened the door. The room was dark, but she could hear William's heavy breathing.
"Are you all right, William?" she said softly.
"Huh, what… yes," he mumbled.
She stepped into the dark room. "You sure?"
"Yes, yes, I feel much better. Thank you for asking."
Helen crossed the dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. She put her hand on his forehead. "You don't have any fever," she said.
Bill giggled foolishly, then put his hand on top of hers. "That feels nice, Mother Helen," he said. "I just can't hold it. I still feel a little drunk, all loose and giddy, and kind of good – yeah, I feel kind of good all over." He squeezed her hand.
Helen tingled at the touch of his hand on hers. "My poor darling," she said. "I was worried about you."
"Mother Helen, you're so nice." He sounded like a little boy.
She leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek. She stroked his hair and pressed her cheek against his. Bill moaned softly and turned his face to her and all of a sudden their mouths were touching, softly at first, and then in a hard kiss.
"Oh, William," she gasped.
"Lie down beside me for a minute," he said.
Without hesitation, she lifted her feet from the floor and was lying beside him, close beside him. She could feel his smoothly muscled body against her. She put her hand on his chest and gently massaged him through the sheet.
Bill moved his arm under her head. They kissed again. It was a long kiss, a hard kiss. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, circling slowly, and she felt his cock under the sheet. He was obviously naked, and his cock was hard. Her fingers instinctively curled around his sheet-shrouded cock.
"Yes, yes, Mother Helen, hold it tight!" Bill gasped.
She squeezed it, and started to slowly masturbate him through the sheet. She found his mouth again, this time with her tongue, and slowly fucked his face in perfect time with her moving hand.
Bill lay inert, paralyzed with desire. The Palmer women, mother and daughter, were a new experience for him. His cock throbbed inside her hand. He slowly lifted with his hips to meet her movements.
Helen let go of his prick and sat up. Her blouse came off, then she stood and let her skirt drop to the floor. She was naked. She kicked off her shoes and slid under the sheet with the naked young man.
One of her soft thighs slid under his, the other on top, and with her hand she quickly found his prick again. "Oh, William, you feel so good; you have such a nice cock," she sighed, stroking slowly. She pressed closer, forcing her cunt against the side of his leg, wetting it with her soaking hair. "I want you, baby, I want you so bad."
Helen Palmer moved on top of him without losing his cock. Her legs straddled his groin and she deftly pushed the head into her cunt. Bill lifted with his hips and his cock slid smoothly into her wet hole.
"Oh, God, let's fuck, fuck, fuck!" Helen moaned.
Linda stood in the door to the bedroom. Excitement welled in her belly and she could feel her juices running, soaking into the crotch of her tight jeans. She snapped on the light. The sheet was thrown back and she saw her mother on top of her husband humping, both stark naked. Helen was fucking slowly, her ass rising and falling, and Linda could see William's cock slide up inside her cunt, then pull slowly out.
Helen turned her head to look at Linda. Her eyes were glazed, either from the booze or maybe from the pure lust of what she was doing. She continued fucking, reached back with her hands, and pulled the sheet up over their bodies. Linda grinned and left the room. She was glad her mother was fucking her husband.
Helen straddled her son-in-law, fucking steadily, until she felt him coming, felt his prick squirt up inside her. "Oooooh, William! That's it, honey! Come inside Mama; empty yourself in me! It feels so good; does it feel good to you?"
Bill grunted with pleasure each time a spurt came out. He lay still and let her fuck him dry.
"I'm sorry I came so quick," he said. "I usually last longer, but you… you were so good."
"Thank you, honey, and it's okay. You'll last longer next time." She hesitated a moment. "Yes, there will be a next time."
She rolled off and they lay quiet, kissing softly. Their passion returned slowly as they lay kissing and fondling. She sucked and kissed his nipples, bringing them up hard, then he did the same to her. Helen's nipples rose up hard and round like cherries, much the way Linda's did, except Helen's tits were so much bigger and softer. Helen moved down his torso with her mouth until her lips and tongue were in his pubic hair, and then she had his cock, kissed it, licked it, and finally sucked it in.
Helen's pussy was inches from his mouth. She sucked urgently and lifted her leg up to open her crotch to him; the heady odor of her spread pussy assailed his nostrils. He had never done it, even to Linda, though she had sucked his cock, but he was drawn to this magnificent cunt and his face went between her legs. His tongue went deep into her wet hole.
The rewards were sweet. Helen came quickly with his mouth on her cunt, and she had no more than passed her crest when Bill started pouring into her mouth. She ate it hungrily, swallowing the slippery stuff with relish.
Linda had gone back to the kitchen and mixed herself a strong drink. She returned to the couch, opened her jeans, and sat drinking and masturbating. Her hand was busy down inside the front of her jeans when her father walked in.
Dan's eyes went round. "Uh, hi, Linda – where's William?"
"Hi, Daddy. He's upstairs in bed. He drank a little too much, got sick." She pulled her hand from her pants and stood up. She pushed her jeans down to her crotch, exposing her pussy hair, and walked over to Dan. Her mouth came up to his while her hand felt at the front of his pants for his prick.
Dan was startled, but he let her feel. "Where-where's your mother?"
"She's upstairs," Linda said, then took her father's cock out of his pants.
"Honey, no… we… you shouldn't."
"It's okay, Daddy. Mother is in bed, too – with William."
"In bed with William!" Dan cried.
"Yes, she's up there balling the ass off my husband. He's quite inexperienced, but he has tremendous endurance; they'll be a long time. I peeked in on them about ten minutes ago and they were really fucking up a storm."
Dan stood stunned. Linda giggled while she pulled at her daddy's pecker. It was as hard as cement.
"I love the feel of your cock in my hand, Daddy, but I love it more someplace else. Let's get naked and fuck… right here on the floor."
"Why not go up and get in bed with your mother and your husband? We could fuck side by side."
"We can do that later; right now I just want to wallow around on the floor with you on top of me."
She let go of his cock and pushed her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them and deposited her blouse on the heap.
Dan shrugged and started removing his clothes. He figured he might as well, Helen was upstairs getting hers. Besides, his cock was aching for his daughter's tight cunt. She was already on the floor on her back, her knees up, her wet cunt open and waiting for him.
He came down between her knees and she lifted her ass to meet his first thrust. Her cunt closed around the head of his prick, peeling back the thick foreskin as it swallowed the advancing shaft. She took it all and grunted with pleasure.
"That's it, Daddy! Fuck your little girl good! I love it, simply love it!" she cried.
Dan thrust in hard, pumping with rapid strokes. He needed a quick come to relieve the pressure. He wanted to fuck Helen next, or maybe have her suck him off while Linda and Bill watched. Then he'd spend the rest of the night with his daughter. The thought was mind blowing, and his nuts tightened.
"God, Linda, your mother upstairs fucking your husband, and us here on the floor…" he groaned, "if Peter was here we could make it a family orgy."
Peter was there. He stood in the doorway grinning. Joan's husband had come home early; he almost caught them. Luckily, he had only opened his fly and stuck his prick into Joan's open mouth when they heard the car drive up. He had made record time to the back door.
When Dan looked up, he saw his young son standing in the door, his huge prick in his hand.
"When you finish, it's my turn, Dad," Peter said.