Mom’s drunk again

I’ve always thought my mom was sexy. I’m a 35 year old
male and I still get a raging hard-on when I think of
my mother and the many times I’ve fucked her. She’s
only 16 years older than I am, so even at 51, she’s got
a body that still causes her own son to look twice and
sigh when I think about the times I’ve been between
those legs.

The best and most erotic part is that she doesn’t know
it’s ever happened! My mom was raised a very strict
Catholic girl so there was NO WAY she would fuck her
own son willingly. If she ever found out that she had
sex with me, well, I really think she’d be under
“treatment” now.

Let me start from the beginning… I was 18 when it
started. My mom and dad were 30 and 31 years old at the
time, and worked at the local meat factory.

Dad worked the swing shift and was gone from 4pm to
midnight, while my mom worked days, and would be home
by 5pm. She worked on the line so she’d really be tired
when she got home. So I’d try and help her by making
dinner, or just getting the house cleaned up.

Her and my dad got along great, but I guess she started
getting bored or lonely with him gone every night.
She’s definitely not the type to go a nightclub alone
or even with her girlfriends without my dad’s
permission. And with me there to take care of, well she
probably felt she should just stay home. That’s when it
all started. She started having a drink when she got
home from work. just to relax I’m sure she believed.
Then it became 2 drinks each night… etc…

I suppose they were supposed to relax her. First it was
a beer, and then the beer progressed to Tequila. She’d
have a couple of shots and sometimes knock out on the
couch watching TV. Mom really didn’t drink much, so a
couple of shots were a lot for her to handle. I’d try
and wake her before dad came home and would
occasionally catch a flash of thigh, or some deep
cleavage. I knew this wasn’t right, but I’d get so damn
horny just watching her sleep.

Sometimes I’d take the blanket off her and just stare
while rubbing my growing cock just inches from her
face. I’d get so hot and bothered I’d have to run to
the bathroom to jack off. Mom did have a great body
after all. Just a stroke or two was all that it would
take for me to have an orgasm that would make me light
headed! This was when my plan started to form. I knew I
wanted more than just jacking off while watching my
mom. I had to fuck her! I just had to! I needed to get
back into the pussy I came out of 14 years before.

My plan was simple. Just start making her drinks
stronger. I even thought of approaching some of the
druggies in the neighborhood for some pills. But no,
that scared me. What if I overdosed her? Nope, alcohol
would work just fine.

It took a few days, but by the third or fourth day,
mom’s shots became mixed drinks, and then with very
little “mix”. They were almost straight tequila! A
couple of hours later, she’d be out!

I couldn’t tell HOW out she was, so I never touched her
outright at first. I’d brush my hand against a tit
while adjusting the blanket, or lift her leg for a view
under her dress while taking her shoes off. I’d do it
kind of roughly just to see if she was with-it at all.
I’ll never forget the first time… It was a Friday
night around 9:00pm. Mom gave me no reaction! My heart
was beating 1000 miles an hour! I shook her shoulders,
yelled her name, I even rolled and dropped her off the
couch to the floor! Nothing! She was all fucking mine!

I rolled her on her back and reached down to take off
her shoes and gently massaged her ankles. I’ve never
touched my mom like this before! My dick was so fucking
hard! With both hands I ran them up and down her calves
and then up to her knees a few times. Still out!
Awesome! That’s when I said, fuck it. I lifted her
skirt up to her chest.

Mom always wore those full cut white panties. I guess
they were the style back then. I could see this big
puffy area of black hair covering my goal. I very
lightly stroked her there with the back of my fingers.
It felt like it was all hair! My heart was pounding
even louder now! That’s when I knew I had to see it!
And maybe even taste it!

I bent down and put my nose to her crotch and inhaled
long and slow.

Ah, it was nice. I shook her again just to be sure.
Then I reached up and slowly started to pull her
panties down. She suddenly began to cough and groan.
She was starting to wake up! Shit!! Panic sliced right
through me!

She was lying on her back with her skirt up to her
chin. She very slowly sat up which gratefully caused
her skirt to fall down into place. Did she feel what I
had done? What woke her? Mom just sat there trying to
get her bearings, and finally was able to focus on me.
I saw that her eyes were really bloodshot and she was
slightly swaying. Yup, she was drunk, but not out.
Damn!

I quickly came to her side and said. “It’s time to go
to bed. Let me help you.” I could see she was trying to
focus on who was talking to her.

Suddenly she said with a crooked smile, “Ok Hon, let’s
go to bed.”

Hon? Did she think I was Dad? Cool! More ideas flooded
to my brain. All of them had to be forgotten because
dad would be home within the hour. So I put my arms out
for mom and she lunged forward, lost her balance and
fell into my arms. I had to reach down to stop from
falling over and found a nice soft handful of butt
check. Ah, so nice… so soft… Mom let out a soft
drunken chuckle and with my help continued to stumble
towards her bedroom.

I was so panic stricken and horny at the same time! I
had less than an hour… what should I do… I kept the
hall light off and the same when we made it to mom’s
bedroom. Did mom really think I was dad? We’re “kind
of” the same height and build.

Suddenly mom just fell facedown onto the bed and
answered all my questions when she slurring said, “Hon,
get me undressed and under the covers.”

FUCKEN ALL RIGHT!!!! Was all I could think of. And then
she started snoring. I went for it. not REAL rough, but
I knew I had a job to do before dad got home. I
unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.. and started to
wiggle it out from under her. Oh hell with it I
thought, I might as well pull her panties off at the
same time. After a few good tugs the skirt was off and
her glorious butt was staring me in the face. I figured
it was now or never… I grabbed one in each hand and
just massaged and rolled them…

I felt like I was gonna cum just by doing this! Then I
spread both cheeks apart and saw my mom’s asshole. What
would she think if she knew her good little boy was
doing this to her? Since the room was dark… mom was
drunk and passed out… her rear end was there for the
taking… I said fuck it! If I get caught somehow,
it’ll be worth having this memory.

I reached under mom stomach and lifted her enough to
prop a pillow, which lifted her ass up, at a perfect
angle. I didn’t have time for foreplay… so I took off
my pants and hauled my dick out. It knew where it
wanted to be! But first I put some saliva on my fingers
and smeared it onto mom’s pussy. Oh man! Just touching
her there almost made me shoot! But once it was slick,
I aimed my cock to the spot and slowly slid in.

Oh my god! It was a warm and slippery feeling. I’d seen
a few porno movies, so it was not a problem to know
that a “back and forth” motion was next! Oh hell, I
started pumping in and out so fast. I knew I wouldn’t
last long at all! 10 strokes or so later and I felt it
coming! I came like I had never before in my life.
Spasm after spasm happened… I knew I was flooding
moms cunt with my cum. I did it! I was fucking my mom!

I just stood there with my dick in mom’s cunt trying to
catch my breath.

Whew! Then I realized… DAD! What time was it? Mom’s
nightstand clock said he should be home now! Plop! I
pulled out of mom… I grabbed my underwear and wiped
her pussy with it. Then I pulled back her covers and
rolled mom under them. The bedroom suddenly lit up with
dad’s headlights pulling into the driveway. I was tired
but still very nervous. What if she realizes what
happened? What if she confronts me?

All I could do was hope she doesn’t remember, but I’ll
take what happens. Mom sure was worth the risk. I bent
down and gave mom one long kiss with a lot of tongue,
and ran off to bed. Dad would be coming up the stairs
soon.

I was just starting to relax when I heard dad’s keys in
the front door, so after he came upstairs I tiptoed to
the hall where I could peek into their bedroom without
being seen. Dad was next to mom shaking her trying to
wake her up. “Babe, are you drunk again? Wake up!” he
was saying. No response of course. It looked like dad
was ready to give up when he stopped and put his had on
mom’s hip. He then slowly started to rub her hip and
thigh.

Was dad really going to do what I think he’s going to
do? I was getting a hard-on again! Dad then lifted the
blanket off mom and dropped it on the floor. I heard
him mutter something about mom getting her skirt off,
but not the blouse.. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse
and unhooked her bra. I never did get to play with
those today. But soon… real soon… He started
squeezing her tits, and with the other hand he stuck
his fingers into mom’s freshly fucked pussy.

I could see 2 fingers being pushed in and out of my
mother.

Back and forth they went, in and out, in and out. I
guess dad must have been a little rough, cause mom
started moaning and soon started to wake up.

It took her awhile to focus and realize what was going
on, but when she did, she just smiled at dad, and said
something about a great dream. Then they both got up,
kissed and started to undress. Dad stopped and started
to walk towards the bedroom door to close it. Shit, I
was going to get caught! But he stopped short and
reached out with his leg to kick the door closed. Whew!
I stood there and for the next 15 minutes I stroked my
dick listening to the bed creak and mom’s grunts and
groans! She sure sounded like she was enjoying herself!
After that, I knew I was safe from being caught. Little
did mommy know but she would have the cum of both her
men in her this night!

Mom continued to do some heavy drinking for the next
couple of years, and I averaged “enjoying her” 1 or 2
times a week. Eventually dad switched shifts and came
to work days. Mom must have then started feeling better
because she didn’t hit the bottle as much as she used
to.

I’ll write about those times if requested. Now when mom
and dad come over to visit I catch myself daydreaming
about mom and those times. Yeah, she’s looking a little
older, and has added a few pounds, but I still get a
hard-on looking at her and remembering what her body
felt like. Maybe I can talk mom into visiting for a few
days and offer her a drink or two… Just for old
time’s sake.

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