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 A woman who's had a little too much to drink begins to tease her 13 year
old son and more....



   I stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen of the piece of shit
mobile home I was renting.  I wouldn't have to rent this craphole if my
worthless ex-husband would actually pay some child support.

   I opened the fridge and took out the 2 liter of Coke.  I set it on the
counter while I got the rum out of the cabinet.  Grabbing some ice cubes
from the freezer, I mixed my drink and took a sip.  Too much rum again but
I was already buzzed so it didn't matter.

   I put everything away and stopped, catching sight of my reflection in
the window.  I'd put on a little weight recently, not too much, just enough
for my belly to pouch out more than I'd like.  I wasn't wearing a bra under
my night shirt and I could see my tits sagged a little but, then, whose
didn't at forty-four?

   My hair was the best thing going for me right now.  It was still as
blond as it had been when I was a kid and I never had to work at it.  Quite
a few of my co-workers had told me how lucky I was to have such good hair.

   I sighed and took another sip of my drink.  It didn't matter if
everything was as good as it was when I was twenty; I was a single mother
on the wrong side of thirty for most guys.

   I walked out to the front room to see what my son was doing.  Of course,
Billy was on the sofa, playing Xbox.  With only one income the damn thing
had been a really hard thing for me to afford but I got it for him.  He
knew things were bad and he asked for so little that I just had to get it
for him

   I stood watching him for a minute.  My ex had put me through hell
before, during and after the divorce.  It had been so bad I'd wound up with
nothing but my car and had to rent this crappy mobile home.  Even with all
of that I'd go through it again a thousand times for my son.  He was the
best thing that had ever happened to me.

   Billy pushed a button on his controller and set it down on the sofa.  He
stretched and twisted around.  He saw me and asked, "Hey, I thought you'd
gone to bed?"

   I shook my head and said, "Nah, I was just watching TV and having a
drink to relax."

   He frowned and said, "Mom, I think you need to watch the drinking."

   "I know but this is only my second one tonight so don't worry," I lied.
This had to be my fifth or sixth, I'd lost track.  I just didn't want to
upset him.  I loved him dearly but my thirteen year old son could get on a
soap box and preach about the evils of too much drinking when he felt like
it.

   "Okay," he said, still watching me.  "Do you want to watch some TV?  I'm
done playing for tonight."

   "Sure," I said, walking over and joining him on the sofa.  He flicked
through the channels while I sat watching him.  He was looking way too much
like his father had when he was younger.  They had the same strong jaw and
bright, blue eyes.  He had my small nose but the shaggy brown hair was all
his father's.

   "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

   "I'm not looking at you," I said.

   He snorted a laugh and said, "No, you're staring at me.  How come?"

   I sighed and said, "Fine, I was looking at you.  You're my son; can't I
look at you and take pride in you?"

   He laughed and said, "Sure.  Just don't stare."

   I reached over and brushed his hair over his ear.

   "You really need to get a haircut," I said.

   He shrugged and said, "It's fine how it is.  Besides, chicks dig the
do!"

   I felt tears sting my eyes.  He didn't want to get it cut because we
couldn't afford it right now.  Something as cheap as a haircut and I just
didn't have the money.

   A small sob escaped my lips and he turned to look at me, his eyes wide.

   "Mom!  What's wrong?"

   "I'm sorry I can't do more for you.  I wish I was a better mother," I
cried.

   He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as the tears poured down
my face.  I felt stupid for losing it like this.  I wouldn't have if I
hadn't been drinking but now it was too late.  The flood gates were open
and my tears were pouring out of me.

   "It's okay, Mom," he said, kissing the top of my head.  "You're a great
mom.  You let me do so much and I know how much you've had to give up for
me.  I'll make it up to you.  I'll do good in school, go to college and
become a millionaire; then I'll buy you all the things you had to give up
for me."

   He held me while I cried, letting all of the sadness and misery out of
my system.  When the tears dried up, I leaned away from him and wiped my
face on the arm of my t-shirt.  I looked over at him and saw how worried he
was and nearly burst into tears again.  He shouldn't be the one doing the
worrying.  That was supposed to be my job.

   "Sorry," I said.

   He shook his head and said, "You have nothing to be sorry about.  You
need to vent or you're going to explode."

   "You're such a good son, you know that?"

   "It comes from having such a cool mom," he said.

   I laughed and said, " I bet I don't look cool right now!  More like
scary old hag."

   "Mo, you're not old," he said.  "And you're still the prettiest girl I
know."

   I laughed and said, "Then maybe we should get your eyes checked."

   "Seriously, you are," he said.  "You have a smile that lights up a room.
You're laugh always makes me smile.  You have that one skirt you ware that
shows how hot your legs are."

   "Billy!" I said, blushing a little from his flattery.  "You should not
be talking about your mother's legs like that."

   "Why not?" he asked.  "You've got great legs and I know a lot of guys
notice."

   I blushed a little more and looked down.  I noticed my nightshirt was
hiked up a little above my knee and I thought about tugging it down but
didn't.  I knew he was my son but it was nice to hear a man, any man,
telling me I looked good.

   "And when we were at the store yesterday you had two guys really
checking out your butt when you bent down to get the pasta sauce," he said.

   I laughed, remembering exactly what he was talking about.

   "Yeah, and one of those guys was like sixty!" I said.  "Not exactly my
type."

   "Ah!" He said.  "You go for the younger guys, huh?  Are you a cradle
robber, Mom?"

   I laughed again and slapped his arm playfully.

   "Brat!" I said.

   "Damn right I am!" he said.  "But I got you to smile and that was the
important part."

   I leaned over and pulled him into my arms.  No matter how bad I felt he
always managed to find a way to make me feel better.  I gave him a quick
kiss on the lips before I leaned back.

   He made a face at me and I said, "I know.  I know.  You're thirteen and
too old for kisses from Mommy.  I'm so sorry!"

   "Well, just this one time I'll let it slide.  But we keep it a secret so
I don't lose any street cred," he said.

   I saw him look down, his eyes go wide and he suddenly looked away.  I
glanced down and saw my shirt had pulled up when I leaned over to hug him.
It was way up my thighs and I was sure he could see my panties from where
he was sitting.

   I felt my face burn with a blush as I adjusted my nightshirt.

   "Oops," I said.

   He snickered and said, "Oops is right.  Just showing it off for everyone
to see there, Mom."

   I felt my face burn with and even brighter blush.  I smacked his arm and
said, "Billy!  You are such a brat.  All you had to do was look away and
not comment."

   He laughed and said, "Sorry, Mom.  Next time you flash your legs I'll
just sit here quietly, okay?"

   I thought about what he'd said for a minute before asking, "You'd sit
there while I'm flashing you a lot of leg?  Would you enjoy the view?"

   It was his turn to blush.

   "Mom!" He said.

   "What?" I asked.  "You're the one that said I have nice legs.  You could
have been checking them out for longer if you hadn't given yourself away."

   He looked away from me and I knew he was blushing hard now.  I should
have just stopped right there but I was feeling good, from both his
compliments and my drinks, so I decided to have a little more fun.

   I stood up and grabbed the edges of my nightshirt and started doing a
little dance.  I pulled the nightshirt up above my knees and said, "Check
out them old lady legs.  Aren't they hot?"

   He turned and stared at my legs as I goofed off.  I danced a little away
from the sofa, pulling the nightshirt up a little more.  His eyes stayed
with me as I danced in a little circle, pulling the nightshirt all the way
up to mid-thigh.  I turned around so my back was facing him and yanked my
nightshirt up.  I wiggled my ass at him and then dropped my nightshirt back
down, laughing the whole time.

   I collapsed back onto the sofa and he sat shaking his head at me.

   "What?" I asked.

   "You're a dork," he said.

   "You're just lucky I was wearing panties or I'd have blinded you with my
big ass!"

   "Mom!" He said.  "I think you've had enough to drink tonight.  Maybe you
should go to bed."

   "Aww... Did I embarrass you?  I'm sorry, baby," I said.  I had a bad
habit of teasing a little too much.  Some part of my brain knew I should
shut up but I was not listening to it.  "I'm a bad mommy, aren't I?  Maybe
I need a spanking?"

   He stared at me, his jaw hanging open in shock.  I giggled and jumped
back up off the couch.  I turned and shook my ass at him, saying, "Spank
your bad mommy, Billy.  Spank her hard."

   There was a loud crack when his had smacked against my ass.  I jumped
and yelped, not expecting him to actually do it.  I spun around and saw he
had a shocked look on his face.  It must have surprised him as much as it
did me that he'd done it.

   We met each other's eyes and stood there staring at one another for a
long minute before we both started howling with laughter.  I flopped back
onto the sofa, unable to keep my feet I was laughing so hard.  We shared a
long laugh before I finally got myself under control and said, "Okay, maybe
were having a little too much fun."

   "Yeah," he said, still giggling.

   I looked over at him and saw his eyes darting up and down me.  I looked
down and, sure enough, my nightshirt was pulled up again and my thighs were
showing.

   "Are you checking me out AGAIN?" I asked.

   He shrugged and said, "You're the one showing them off AGAIN."

   "Here, let me give you a better look," I said, yanking my shirt up and
exposing all of my legs to him.

   His eyes widened and he stared at my exposed legs.

   "Is that better or can I do something else for you?" I asked.

   He started to say something and then stopped.  I waited but he didn't
try again so I asked, "What were you going to say?"

   "Nothing," he replied.

   "No, tell me.  I want to know," I said.

   "Well, I was gonna say, since you've got your shirt pulled that high you
may as well take it off."

   "William Myers!" I snapped, completely surprised by what he'd said and
just as surprised at the sudden flood of warmth coming from between my
legs. That sober part of my brain was screaming that I should stop but, yet
again, I was not going to listen to it.

   "Sorry, Mom, I was just playing," he mumbled.

   I shook my head and wiggled my finger reproachfully at him.  He looked
away and I let him sit and think I really was mad for a minute before I
asked, "And just what would you have done if I had have taken off my shirt,
mister?"

   His head snapped up and he stared at me for a long time before
answering.

   "I don't know," he said.

   "You know I'm not wearing a bra right now, don't you?  That would have
given you one hell of a show, huh?"

   He gulped and nodded his head.

   Without another word, I grabbed my night shirt and pulled it up over my
head.  I dropped it on the floor and lay back on the sofa, doing nothing to
hide my naked breasts from his sight.

   Somehow his eyes got wider and I was pretty sure he stopped breathing as
his eyes wandered over my chest.  I felt that warmth between my legs
getting hotter as I let him look at me.

   "You can breathe now," I said to him.  "Besides, it's not like you
haven't seen tits before.  I know some of the places you go on the
Internet."

   His jaw worked and, after a couple of tries, he said, "But that's on the
Internet.  Yours are real."

   "Completely real right down to the sag," I said, cupping my breasts and
lifting them a little.  I slid my hands up them, feeling little shivers as
I touched my nipples and feeling that warmth between my legs getting much
hotter.

   "What do they feel like?" He asked.

   I knew what he really wanted by asking that question.  I could see his
need to touch them written all over his face.  That sober voice in my head
started to speak but the other voice, the one of my growing need and
desire, shouted an idea over the sober one.

   I grinned at him and asked, "Do you want to touch them?"

   His head nodded so fast I thought it was going to fall right off of his
neck.

   I leaned towards him, jutting my chest out at him.  His hands came up
and I could see them shaking with his excitement.  He reached for me but I
grabbed both of his hands before he could touch me.

   "If you get to touch me, I get to touch something of yours too," I
whispered to him.

   He hesitated and a panicked look came over his face.  His eyes drifted
back down to my breasts and his breathing grew more ragged as he sat there,
the idea racing through his head.

   "Okay," he whispered almost too low for me to hear.  "But I'm... With
you naked it's..."

   "Is you cock hard, baby?" I asked.

   His entire body shivered as I said the word cock.  He licked his lips
and nodded to me.

   "That's okay, honey, I'm so wet from how turned on I am right now," I
said.

   He just stared at me as I let go of his wrists.  He hesitated for a
moment and I almost thought he was going to stop but, in the end, his need
was as great as mine.  His hands cupped my breasts and I shuddered as his
palms touched my sensitive nipples.  He slid his hands over my skin and
rubbed every inch of the bare skin of my breasts.  He touched my nipples
with his fingers, feeling how hard there were and grinned as I gasped from
his touch.

   "Pinch them," I said.

   He looked up at me and then back down to my breasts.  He licked his lips
again as he took my nipples between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch.

   I moan and said, "Harder."

   He pinched them a little hard and my moan was much louder this time.  He
pinched and released a couple of more times and I watched the grin that
formed on his face from the power he had over me.

   I finally reached up and pulled his hands away.  He looked disappointed
until I said, "My turn."

   His look of disappointment turned to a look of panic.

   "We had a deal, mister," I reminded him.

   Slowly, he got up off the sofa and pulled off his shirt.  I clapped and
a little of his nervousness left and he actually cracked a smile.  He took
a deep breath and then unbuttoned his shorts.  He yanked them down fast and
I could see the very large bulge hidden behind his underwear.

   He didn't waste any time with letting me look at that.  He grabbed the
underwear and yanked them down, standing before me completely nude.

   I stared at his young, hard cock and was amazed at how big it already
was.  He was even bigger than his father had been and he was only thirteen!

   He saw me staring at it and his shoulders slumped.  "It's not very big,
is it?"

   I felt my jaw fall open as I looked up at him.  I couldn't help but
laugh at how wrong he was.  He must have thought my laughter was at him so
he bent down to grab his underwear.  I reached out and stopped him.

   "Honey, I'm not laughing at you.  I promise!" I said.  "It's just you
don't think that's big and it's a monster!  Are you sure you don't have a
girlfriend?"

   He looked at me a long time, trying to see if I was lying to him before
he asked, "Is it really big?"

   I grinned at him.  Typical man, all worried if he measures up.

   "Yes, it is big," I said.  "In fact, it's bigger than your dad's."

   He looked at me in amazement and the he stood up straight again.  I
could see my words had done wonders for his young ego!

   "Now, come closer so I can touch it," I said.

   He stood in front of me, his cock just inches from me.  I reached
forward slowly, looking up at him and enjoying the look of anticipation on
his face.  I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock and he let out a
moan.

   I stroked my hand up the rock hard shaft of his cock to the head of his
shaft.  I rubbed my thumb under the head of his cock and he let out a loud
groan and I was sure he was going to collapse.

   I stroked up and down his shaft, watching the look of absolute pleasure
on his face.  A little drop of precum dribbled out of his cock and onto my
hand as I touched him.

   "Messy boy," I said, leaning forward.

   I flicked my tongue against his cock, licking away the drop of precum.
He shuddered and I felt his cock jump in my hand.

   "Oh God!" He moaned.

   I looked up at him with a devilish grin.  "Liked that, didn't you?"

   "Yes!" He gasped.

   I leaned forward again and licked his cock again.  He jumped again and I
giggled, enjoying myself far too much.

   I parted my lips and slid the head of his cock into my mouth.  He had to
put his hands on my shoulders to keep himself from falling as I sucked him.
I slid his cock deeper into my mouth, taking as much as I could.  I licked
the bottom of his cock with my tongue while I stroked him

   I heard a change in his breathing and his hands gripped my shoulders
tight.  I stroked him and slid my mouth up and down his cock fast.  His
cock throbbed in my hand and I felt my son cum in my mouth.

   Load after hot load of his cum shot into my mouth.  He cried out again
and again as he came for me.  I took each load of his cum, enjoying his
salty taste before I swallowed it.

   His knees gave out and I let him slide to the floor.  He sat there
panting, trying to catch his breath.  I sat and watched him with a very
satisfied grin on my face.

   "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?" I asked.

   He grinned and could only give me a thumbs up.  I laughed and looked him
up and down.  The sober voice in my head was gone and all that was left was
the nasty one telling me how good my naked son looked.

   A little cum dribbled out of his cock and down his shaft as I looked at
him.

   "Uh oh," I said.  "We don't want a mess do we?"

   I slid off the couch and bent my head down to his cock.  I licked the
cum off of the shaft, feeling his whole body jump as I licked him.  Once it
was all gone, I looked up at him and asked, "Want to know a secret?"

   He nodded and I said, "I hardly ever did that for your dad."

   "Why?" He asked.

   "He expected me to do it all the time," I answered.  "You didn't so you
got a nice surprise."

   "Very nice," he said.

   "Be a good boy and you might get another one," I said.

   He just stared at me, not sure what to do or say.  I laughed and got up.

   "I'll be right back.  I have to brush my teeth," I said.  I may have
enjoyed the taste of his cum but that moment was quickly over.

   I left him naked on the floor and went to my bathroom.  I brushed my
teeth and then wandered out to my bed.  I sat down, thinking about what I'd
done.  I'd give my own son head.  Something about the taboo nature of that
made me giggle.

   I fell back on my bed, giggling my fool head off.

   Sometime in the middle of giggling I must have passed out because, the
next thing I knew, it was morning and my head felt like it was going to
explode.

   I groaned and sat up which only made things worse.

   I sat there for a minute, wondering how much I'd had to drink last
night. It took a minute but I remembered.  I also remembered everything I'd
done to Billy.

   I groaned again and fell back on the bed.  How was I going to face him
this morning?  How could I ever look at him the same again?  I had done
things no mother should do with her son.

   All through my shower and getting dressed I wondered what I was going to
do.  I still had no answer when I walked out to the kitchen and found him
there eating a bowl of cereal.

   We stared at each other a moment, last night's events still fresh in our
minds.

   "Hey," he said.

   "Hey," I said back.

   I poured myself a glass of water and got some aspirin.  I took the
aspirin and stood there, my back to him.  What was I going to say?  I
wished none of it had ever happened!

   Wait!  That was it!

   "What happened last night?" I asked him.  "I was in my room and I think
I came out here for another drink but I can't remember a thing after that."

   Looks of sadness and joy warred across his face before he finally said,
"I don't know.  You got a drink, said hit to me and then went back to your
room."

   "Huh," I said.  "I must have fallen asleep watching TV or something."

   "Yeah," he said.

   He hurried through his breakfast and I tried to act normal.

   When he was done with breakfast, he got up and said, "I'm gonna head
over to John's for a few, okay?"

   I nodded and said, "Just be back for dinner."

   "I will," he said and then was gone.

   I stood in the kitchen a long time, last night's antics running through
my head.  Part of me felt dirty but another part wanted more.  That part
vividly remembered the size and feel on my son's cock.  That part wanted to
feel his cock inside my pussy.

   I groaned and tried to force the thought from my head but it wouldn't
go. I felt myself getting turned on at the thought of him riding me and
sliding that hard cock deep into me.

   An idea formed in my head.  It was the alcohol's fault.  I wasn't
responsible for what I did when I was drinking, especially if I couldn't
remember it.  Maybe tonight, after dinner and a few stiff drinks to loosen
me up, we could play some more.