Anne blearily eyed her son, leaning against the wall. He was sweating profusely, and his feet were tangled in his clothes around his ankles. She watched him affectionately, recalling helping him dress and undress as a child. Then, with her arms extended like a tightrope walker, she tottered over to her son. Her large exposed jug jiggled as she walked. Finally, she stopped in front of him.
“Here, let me help you, baby!”
Anne squatted before Clay, and his cock slapped her in the face. She took it, eyed it, and pushed it to the side. It swung back, hitting her in the face again. Irritated, she grasped it firmly with one hand and held it to one side. With the other hand, she slipped Clay’s clothes from his ankle.
Anne was sweating profusely, exhausted by her efforts. She remained on her knees, resting her head against Clay’s crotch, gulping air. Her hand idly stroked his cock as she knelt before him, catching her breath.
“OUCH! Mom! You’re squeezing too tight!”
One hand pressed against her head, pushing her away.
Ever the good mother, Anne looked up at the pained expression on her baby’s face.
“I’m sorry, sweetie!”
As she did countless times when he was a child, she kissed the owie. This time that sore spot was her son’s cock. His howl of pain turned to a moan of satisfaction.
“Does that feel better, baby?”
She planted soft kisses up and down his length, gently stroking his cock as she did.
Clay’s legs were like spaghetti. The alcohol, marijuana, his exertions, and his mother stroking and kissing his tool were too much. He slid down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor.
“Yes, momma! Much better!”
Anne leaned up his body and kissed him on the lips.
“I always kissed the places where you hurt yourself. You said my kisses made them feel better!”
Anne leaned down and kissed the head of her son’s cock. Her tongue snaked out, probing his slit.
Clay hissed. His mother’s mouth on his cock felt incredible. He grabbed the tit hanging out of her dress.
“OUCH! Too hard!”
Anne dropped Clay’s cock and sat back on her heels, massaging her breast.
“My turn to kiss your owie,” Clay slurred.
The foyer spun as he pushed up to his knees. The acrid taste of bile made him swallow hard several times. Then, an alarm went off in a distant corner of his alcohol-besotted brain.
He stopped, his head cocked to the side, holding his mother’s breast in his hands. The heft surprised him. He looked from her engorged nipple to her face.
Anne’s eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her lips were moist. Drool bubbled at the corners of her mouth.
Clay shook his head, trying to clear it but making the room spin more. Finally, he closed his eyes, leaned forward, took his mother’s nipple in his mouth, and suckled.
“Oh my God,” Anne groaned.
The sensations of her son sucking her nipple coursed through her body like an electric shock, causing her to stiffen. She grasped his head, intending to push him away.
Instead, she fell back, taking him with her. The weight of his body pressed against her. His rigid cock pushed against her drenched panties. It felt so good and so wrong.
“Clay! Clay baby! Stop! We need to stop!”
The thrusting of her hips belied her words. Her son’s tool sawed against her panties, pushing them into her slit.
Drunken lust seized Clay. He barely heard his mother’s pleas as he pressed up, nursing her breast and pushing between her spreading legs. He and his mother were surprised when the head of his dick slipped by her panties and into her pussy.
“Oh my God,” they simultaneously moaned.
Anne thrust reflexively and gasped as she buried her son’s cock balls deep in her pussy.
They lay joined, sweating profusely, drunk, and confused. Anne’s pussy dripped wet and farted as her son’s monster cock pushed the air out, filling her as never before. Her cunt pulsed rhythmically around her son’s cock.
Anne’s befuddled mind realized the impropriety of what was happening and, at the same time, rejoiced in the intimacy. It seemed right to share herself with the person she loved more than any other.
Clay’s cock felt incredible inside her. It was as though it belonged there. Finally, he was back where he emerged, squalling into the world thirty years before. Back then, he stretched her as he pushed into the world.
Now he stretched her as he reentered her vagina. There was no pain this time, no nurses telling her to push. Instead, his cock was where it belonged, inside her sending incredible sensations throughout Anne’s body.
Anne rotated her hips, relishing the feel of her son’s cock in her. Clay emulated her, circling his hips as they fucked slowly, lazily, enjoying the act and the closeness.
They lost track of time, and the world narrowed to the two engaged in the ultimate act of mother/son love. They whispered loving words as they fucked on the foyer floor.
“Mommy loves you, baby! Mommy loves you!”
“I love you too, Mommy!”
His ass clenched and unclenched as he drove deep into her. His mother was much tighter than his cousin, her cunt tightening around his cock, feeling like a glove. It was as though she was giving him a handjob.
“Is it good for you, darling?”
“Mommy, I have wanted to do this forever!”
“Mommy has wanted it too, sweetie…I’ve wanted to feel you in me. To finally experience this definitive act of our love!”
Anne realized the truth of an old Latin phrase, in vino veritas. There WAS truth in what she was saying, things she would never say sober. She loved sex with her son and had secretly wanted it for years. All of those years parading around the house partially clothed were for him, though she would have denied it then.
The squelching sound of hard cock in wet pussy filled the foyer. They were lost in a world of maternal love.
“Oh Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Anne’s legs flew into the air and wrapped around Clay’s back. “Dear God,” she screamed, “Dear God!”
Clay kept thrusting into his mother’s hot wet pussy as her orgasm wracked her body. Whether from the alcohol/THC combo or that he fucked his cousin earlier, he was nowhere close to cumming. He only stopped stroking when he realized Anne had passed out under him.
Anne was in a Jesus on the cross pose with her legs akimbo and her son’s seed oozing from her pussy and running between her butt cheeks. In her stupor, her hand slipped between her legs and massaged his cum into her cunt.
Clay rolled off her onto his back, his lungs on fire. His shirt, his only garment, clung wetly to his body. He rose on one elbow and looked over at his mother. She was slack-jawed, drool running from the corners of her mouth. Her ample chest heaved as she gulped air. Their comingled juices oozed from her gaping pussy.
“Mom! Mom! We have to get up!”
“I can’t breath,” she gasped,” clawing at the buttons on her dress.
Anne was overheating and trying to get some air. She ripped the buttons loose, and her dress dropped to her side. Her chest heaved as she gulped air. The alcohol, exertion, and the after-effects of a soul-shaking orgasm left her limp and overheated.
Clay pushed his mother’s wet wrinkled dress from her shoulders, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off. Then, breathing heavily, he rocked back on his heels.
“Is that better, mommy?”
He looked down at the most beautiful woman in the world. Gently, lovingly he leaned down and kissed each breast in turn. He continued down, kissing her belly and tonguing her navel. The aroma of her flooded nether regions invaded his nostrils, causing his head to spin even more.
“Oh, baby! Baby! Mommy loves you!”
Anne clasped her son’s head, pulling it tight to her hole.
He kissed her soaking wet bush, his tongue pushing through and penetrating her puckered, open vaginal lips. He smacked his lips as their juices coated his tongue, relishing the taste.
A shock rocketed through Anne’s body. She struggled, trying to come to full sensibility. The alcohol was like a lead weight making it an effort to lift her body. Only her hips seemed free to move. They gyrated at the unfamiliar sensation of someone kissing her vagina. She tried to speak, emitting only an inarticulate growl.
The tongue probing her honey hole was unfamiliar, a little disgusting, and strangely erotic. She was flat on her back in the tiled foyer. A diffuse light overhead through a frosted bowl illuminated Clay’s rutting head. Anne grasped her son’s sweating head with both hands.
“Oh, my God! Oh my God! That feels incredible, baby!”
Clay raised, his face gleaming with Anne’s secretions. He stared at his mother over her belly pooch. Her face, slightly raised, was framed by her big jugs.
“Does that feel good, mommy?”
“Oh yes, darling! Yes! Turn around! I want to taste you!”
Clay swung around, offering his mother his dick to suck. Anne hungrily inhaled it. It was amazing to feel his tool in her mouth while he orally made love to her pussy.
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