Mom’s fingers ran along the elastic of my boxers, the nails teasing my skin. I could smell the wine on her breath, as she ran her lips along my jaw. Then she wrapped her leg over mine, essentially trapping me there!
Circuits were exploding in my brain, shorting out any muscle movement. I simply didn’t know what to do! My brain was screaming for me to get up and get out of there…my engorged cock was saying, ‘Hey, let’s see what happens!’ And being a typical 18-year-old, my cock was slowly, but surely, winning!
Still afraid to move, I watched with dread, as the thick head of my dick started to peek its way out of the slit in my underwear. God, how could you betray me like that with my own mother? I shouted in my head at it…but it was deaf…a hand was a hand, a leg a leg….a tit was a…
I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to figure a way out of this! This woman draped over me was not only my mom, but intoxicated and vulnerable. I was charged, by my father, to watch out for her, not take advantage of her in a moment of weakness!
Okay, I thought. In her stupor, she thinks I’m Dad. If I just wake her up, she’ll see that i’m not him, and back off…mortified. Yeah, she would be so appalled with herself, who knows what it might do to her in her state of mind?
Looking back, I’m pretty sure I was rationalizing why I wasn’t pushing her off of me and running from the room. Deep down, I was enjoying this…every guy’s fantasy, right? So, I was falling back on the “Don’t wake a sleepwalker” defense; I certainly didn’t want to scar her for life, now, did I?
In the end, though, while I was listening to the angel and devil argue it out in my head, the decision was suddenly made for me…by my mom’s hand.
It wandered from my waist, down my hip and along my thigh. Her fingernails were raking the inside of my thigh, as her forearm brushed against my hard-on. Instinctively, she felt my cock on her arm and slid her hand up to wrap around it. I let out a moan, hoping it wouldn’t wake her.
“Mmmm,” she purred groggily. “Someone missed me too, I see!” She giggled.
I had reached the point of no return, as her hand began squeezing and stroking my aching cock. It simply felt too good to stop her. I was going to hell, and was looking forward to the trip!
Precum oozed out of my slit, dribbling down to her hand, making it nice and slippery. I looked to make sure my mother’s eyes were still closed and hoped her alcohol-induced dream would continue. It did…
Her tongue began licking down my neck to my chest, stopping to make a slow circle around one nipple, before moving lower. Slowly, she turned her body, so that her head was pointing at my feet and her ass moved around to face me. My own mother was getting into a sixty-nine position in my bed!
She straddled my chest, with her legs on either side of my head. Now her thong-clad pussy was just inches from my face. Mom continued stroking me, as her face inched closer to my groin, licking her way down. The feeling was incredible!
“Ohh, honey! You haven’t been this big and hard in a long time!” She slurred. Her face reached my patch of pubic hair and rubbed her nose in it, licking around the base of my shaft, as she continued stroking around the engorged head.
As fearful as I was that she would wake up any second and realize her sins, I simply cpuld not help reaching out to squeeze her plump, but firm ass. One hand on each cheek, I pulled them apart, reavealing her pussy to me. It was soaking her panties, the material barely covering her wet lips. With shaking hands, my fingers grabbed the flimsy waistband of her thong and pulled it down over her ass and down to her thighs. She moaned, as if having a nightmare and licked up my shaft until she reached the head. Then, pulling her lips tight against her teeth, she opened her mouth and swallowed half my cock. I could feel her tongue swirl around the sensitive area under the head, as she applied suction and started moving her head up and down.
I had had a couple girlfriends give me head before but they were young and inexperienced, gagging and obviously not enjoying it. My mom was like a porn star, the way she went down on my cock. And she obviously loved sucking my dad’s prick. How could he stay away so often, when he had this waiting for him at home? She alternated between sucking and licking the long shaft like a lollipop, small moans escaping her lips and vibrating against my cock.
Well, I thought, I’m already damned…might as well go for it…my fingers ran along her wet slit, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in little circles. This made my mother moan louder and bob her head faster on my pole. It was then that I realized…maybe younger than a lot of guys do…that the more you please a woman, the more she will please YOU! Teenage boys tend to be very selfish, looking to get their rocks off at any cost. If they only took their time and pleasured their girlfriends, as well, the girls might be more willing to do anything! So, at least I would take away a valuable lesson from this experience!
By this time, my mother’s cunt was dripping wet and I slid three fingers inside her. My fingers found an area of skin that felt a little rough, like it had ridges. As my fingers explored it, my mom let out a loud moan and I felt her pussy muscles contract against my hand. As I got older, I would learn all about the G-spot and how sensitive it was. My mother’s head was bobbing faster on my knob, stroking it at the same time…stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue around the head.
Feeling like I would explode at any second, I started fucking my mother’s pussy with my fingers, the palm of my hand slapping hard against her clit.
“Yes, baby! It’s been so long since you did that!” She moaned. Dad, you’re an idiot, I thought.
Faster and faster we both went. I could feel my balls tensing, as my eruption neared. My mother tilted her head back, stroking my cock like a wild woman. She screamed suddenly and squeezed her thighs tightly against my head. Just then, my own climax hit and I spasmed again and again, shooting gobs of sticky cum straight into the air to land on my mother’s face and chest. Throught the haze of cumming so hard, I could feel my mother’s pussy squirting all over my fingers.
She collapsed on top of me, as we both continued to shudder and pant. Our bodies were soaked with our juices, as she continued to rub her body over mine. Gradually, we both grew calm and my mother went right to sleep, snoring softly from the booze.
Gently, I lifted her up and carried her back to her bedroom. Too tired to care, I simply laid her on her bed and pulled the covers over her, letting the sheets soak up the wet spots on her body. Maybe she would think she had a wet dream or something…didn’t know and didn’t care at this point.
I made it back to my room and collapsed on to the dry side of the bed and went comatose…
I awoke the next morning at about 10am, with the full weight of what happened hitting me like a brick sandwich in my gut. What did Mom remember? What does she suspect? How will I ever face her again?
Like a man drowning in quicksand, I managed to shower and get dressed, every motion dragged out, to avoid the inevitable. As I came out of my room, I heard my mother down in the kitchen, the odors of bacon and coffee drifting up to me. And my mom was humming! She often did this, when she was doing some chore or other but I never expected to hear it this morning! At best, I figured she’d be hung-over…and at the worst…well, I didn’t want to think of the worst!
I poked my head into the kitchen, cautiously, and my mother turned and spotted me. A big grin appeared on her face.
“Well, good morning, sleepyhead!” She beamed. “I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day!”
“Morning, Mom,” I managed to mumble. “How are you feeling today?”
“Aww, I fine, sweetie, just fine.” Her eyes got serious. “Listen, I want to thank you for rushing over to help your poor, old mother, last night! I guess I really over-did it on the wine. Just missing your father, I guess.”
“No problem.” I muttered, trying to smile.
“Do you have to work today?” she asked.
“Yeah, this afternoon.”
“Well, dig in, here. Got all your favorites for breakfast. I woke up pretty early myself” Her smile seemed to turn to a thin line, as if remembering something bad. But, other than that, it was like nothing ever happened last night!
I almost believed that I had dreamed the whole thing…my mom either didn’t remember any of it, or she simply refused to acknowledge it. Denial runs deep in our family.
After breakfast and small talk, I said I’d better go, so I could run home and change clothes. Mom walked me to the door and I threw on my jacket. I turned to say good bye and Mom stood on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
“Thanks again, Honey! You drive carefully and have a good day at work!”
I walked stiffly to my car and dug my hand into my pocket for my keys. There, wrapped around my keychain was a slip of paper. Not recognizing it, I unfolded it to see one sentence written upon it in big, block letters…
IT NEVER HAPPENED!
Turning to look up at the door, my mother stood there, smiling and waving…
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