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Drunk and Disorderly (Fm, inc, mother/son)
by Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@my-deja.com)
***
I was jerked out of a sound sleep by an almighty thump coming
from downstairs. It was almost two in the morning and I was
alone in the house, my mother was off at yet another party
with the latest of a long line of men friends. Nervously I
crept out of bed, tiptoed across to the bedroom door and
opened it a crack, I saw light shining up the stairwell and
heard the mutter of voices. To say I was one scared 16 year
old would have been an understatement, but, like a fool, I
went to see what was going on.
And that's where I made my first mistake, I went to
investigate.
Creeping down the stairs I peered through the banisters until
I could at last see the source of the noise, or at least a
part of it. My mother was standing swaying as though dancing
in the middle of the living room, a few feet from her I could
see a pair of feet sticking out past the end of the couch.
Breathing a sigh of relief I straightened up and finished
descending the stairs in a more normal manner. As I entered
the living room I saw more of the body that was attached to
the pair of feet lying on the floor, it was Gary, my mother's
date for that night. Grinning I looked at him lying there
dead to the world with his trousers and underpants round his
ankles.
"Uh ... Mum?" I said to the still swaying figure of my
mother.
"Come on Gary," she said in a voice slurred with drink "fuck
me for God's sake, my cunt is burning for a cock."
Right there was mistake number two, what I should have done
was retreat to my room, instead I walked over and put a hand
on my mother's shoulder.
At my touch she turned quickly nearly falling over and I
instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her. She smiled at
me then put her hands on my bare chest, I gulped as her hands
started to stroke over my chest and worked their way
downwards.
"M ... m ... mum!" I squeaked as one of her hands slid onto
the front of my pyjama bottoms.
And mistake number three was coming downstairs in only pyjama
bottoms!
Three little mistakes, but they were set to change my life
for good!
"Oh Gary, you have no idea how much I need that little cock
of yours." My mother hummed drunkenly.
Before I could even open my mouth to respond my mother's hand
was in through the slit of my pyjamas and closing around my
dick!
Now a cock is stupid, it sees or feels something it likes it
goes for it and sod the consequences, my cock liked what it
was feeling and shot to erection in record time. For a moment
I just stood there too stunned by my mother's actions to
react.
"Hmmm," my mother crooned a she shrugged her dress off with
her free hand "Gary, you feel bigger than ever."
Half in shock and half in growing lust I looked down at my
mother's suddenly naked body, I suppose I should have
wondered where her undergarments were, but that sort of
logical thought process was beyond me at that point. I'd
never seen my mother naked before, seeing her mere inches
away, her tits bouncing to her excited breathing, her nipples
pointing like little bullets suddenly made me want her!
"Oh shit!" I groaned as her hand started to squeeze at my
cock.
I went to take a step away from her and paused as my feet got
caught up in something, looking down in surprise I saw my
pyjama bottoms down around my ankles. Then my attention was
fully focussed on my mother as she leapt against me, leant up
and kissed me full on the lips. In the space of a moment I
forgot who this naked person was and just gave in to the
rising lust within me.
Relaxing I savoured the feel of my mother's warm skin against
mine, the hardness of her nipples digging into my chest which
contrasted with the softness of her tits as they flattened
against me.
My mother's free hand seemed to be everywhere, on my chest,
my back, my buttocks, everywhere and all the while her other
hand was pumping away on my cock. Beyond thinking I let my
hands return her caress, moving them all over her body,
stroking her warm skin as I worked them downwards. As I
grasped her buttocks my mother moaned into my mouth,
encouraged by this I slid a hand around to her pussy. My
fingers worked their way through the forest of her pubic hair
until they came to the outer lips of her pussy. Then my
fingers were past those lips and rubbing at the warm inner
recess of her slit, her juices wetting my fingers as they
passed over the oozing hole of her pussy.
Next thing I knew my mother was falling backwards, her hands
pulling me down with her, I landed on my knees before her
wide-spread legs. Reaching up she began to pull at me, her
hands demanding as she tugged me over her then reached
between us to grab my prick and placed it at her pussy.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She was chanting over and over.
I had never seen my mother like this before, nor had I ever
felt so excited before, between bewilderment and lust I was
lost. With a groan of sheer delight I pushed my cock down,
feeling it sink a little way into this hot, wet hole that was
my mother's sex. Her hand moved from my cock and her legs
wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her pussy as her
body thrust up to engulf my cock completely.
"Oh shit, YES!" my mother cried as our groins ground
together.
That one cry of ecstasy drove out any last hesitation I may
have had lurking in the recesses of my mind, with a groan I
started to fuck my own mother and not gently. With hard,
pounding thrusts I fucked her remorselessly and she revelled
in it, her body thrusting up to meet mine as I lunged down
into her tight, wet, eager pussy. My mother cried out, her
legs pulling me tighter as they locked around my back, her
arms sliding under my armpits to curl round so that her hands
were pressing on my shoulder blades; pulling me to her until
our lips met in a kiss so hot that flames should have been
engulfing us. In a way we were engulfed in flames, the flames
of lust and burning desire.
I no longer cared that my mother thought it was Gary fucking
her senseless, I no longer gave a damn about the wrongness of
what we were doing. All that consumed me was the touch of her
lips on mine, the dance that our tongues did in each others'
mouths and the wondrous, glorious feel of my mother's cunt
squeezing and rippling on my cock as it plunged into her
depths, withdrew and plunged again.
"Oooh Gary," my mother gasped and groaned at the same time,
it was a strange sound and one that sent shivers of
excitement shooting along my spine "God Gary, you've never
been this good, I love it!"
Our fucking motions became even faster and even harder, her
pussy being crushed beneath my pounding groin each time I
thrust into her. Wanting to savour the sensation to the full
I tried to hold back, to think of something, anything else
other than the sheer joy of my mother's pussy clenching round
my cock.
"EEEeeeeeh!" my mother wailed out as her body humped up to
mine.
Her legs, her arms even her pussy tightened around and on me,
holding me immobile with my cock buried as deep as it would
go into her pussy. Then it was my turn to sound out my
pleasure as the inner walls of her pussy started this
rippling, milking movement on my already overexcited prick.
Under that sort of treatment I couldn't hold back any longer,
straining against my mother's quivering body I felt the spunk
jetting into my mother's very womb as I had my own climax.
It was as though my cumming was a signal to my mother to hit
top orgasmic gear, her body began bucking under me as her
head thrashed from side to side. She made a strange mewling
sound that I found so erotic, groaning I started to fuck her
like a man possessed, this sent my mother into weaker cries,
more violent bucks and more head thrashing. I was not only
surprised I was ecstatic when glorious minutes later I filled
her depths with my juices for the second time.
This time my orgasm was so intense I felt as though reality
was slipping away from me, with a final thrust and a weak
gasp I collapsed on top of my mother's quivering body. At
that moment Gary gave a groan of his own; it was like a dash
of cold water, my lust sated it was time for my conscience to
rise to the surface to prick me about what I had let happen.
"Oh Gary," my mother sighed as I leant up "why have you never
been this good before?"
Her eyes were open, but seemed unable to focus on my face,
for which I was supremely grateful. I had no desire to see
the shock on her face as she recognised the owner of the
prick still buried in her pussy, nor to hear the shrieks of
disgust that I was certain would follow that recognition. She
leant up, her lips locking to mine as I put an arm around her
shoulders to support her, then our lips parted and her head
dropped limply back.
"Mum?" I breathed in amazement to discover that she had
passed out.
With more than a little reluctance I eased my cock from her
pussy, it glistening with a mixture of her juices and my
sperm that had my conscience pricking me again. Feeling
drained, yet still excited I got to my feet and looked down
at my mother's prone body, at her naked prone body, I gulped
at the sight of my sperm starting to dribble from her pussy.
"Oh fuck!" I sighed at the thought of having had sex with my
own mother.
Looking across at the now snoring Gary I decided to leave him
right where he was and carry my mother up to her bed. As I
lifted my mother's limp body from the floor she muttered
something then slid back into her dream world. I was a little
puffed by the time I got my mother up the stairs and into her
bed, her clothes still lay in the living room, but I had no
energy left to go fetch them or to dig out a nightie for her.
Taking one long last look as her luscious body I pulled the
covers up over her naked body, kissed her on the forehead,
turned out the light and headed for my own room.
As I lay on top of my bed my mind was ablaze with how it had
felt to have sex with my mother, I couldn't get it out of my
head. The rising sun of a new day found me still awake and
sporting an erection that literally throbbed. It seemed
pointless lying there so I climbed out of bed, dressed in
shirt and jeans then went downstairs to the kitchen. I was so
intent on getting some juice from the fridge that I didn't
hear Gary come into the kitchen, his voice suddenly sounding
made me jump.
"Man, what a head." He groaned sinking gently into a chair at
the table.
It was hard not to laugh at him as he sat with his elbows on
the table and his head buried in his hands. Out of sheer pity
I made him a strong coffee which he accepted as though it
were the crown jewels, as I moved away from the table my
mother appeared in the doorway.
"Oh Gary," she enthused quietly, wincing at the sound of her
own voice "you were fantastic last night, absolutely
fantastic."
Gary squinted at her, a pained expression came over his face
while he tried to make sense of her words, it seemed that
task was beyond him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he almost whispered.
As my mother sat at the table with Gary I decided it was time
that I made myself scarce, but I only got as far as the
kitchen door when my mother expanded on her comment.
"Darling," she smiled weakly "I'm talking about the way you
fucked me last night, you've never been so good before."
"Helen," he said a little more firmly despite his hangover
"you must have been dreaming things, I never touched you last
night. Last I remember was passing out on the floor with my
trousers round my ankles."
"But ...!" my mother gasped.
"There's no 'buts'," Gary cut her questioning words off
"there's no way I could have fucked you last night, no way at
all!"
"Well someone sure did." My mother breathed.
I decided that it would be a good idea to not be around when
my mother figured out the only other likely candidate in the
house was little old me. Retreating to my bedroom I sat on
the edge of my bed and let my guilty thoughts float to the
surface of my mind. From downstairs I heard the sounds of
voices raised in argument, not something recommended with a
hangover, but Gary seemed too pissed off to care.
"You are bloody mad or hallucinating!" I heard Gary yell
"Shit, don't you think I'd remember fucking a prime slut like
you."
"Get out!" my mother shouted after what had sounded like a
hand slapping a face "Get the fuck out of my house you
bastard!"
From downstairs there came the sound of the front door
slamming so hard it made the whole house vibrate, I cringed
at the sound.
'Oh shit.' I thought to myself 'She's really pissed off. God
I'm for it now.'
I sat on the edge of my bed feeling morose, scared and
aroused in equal measure, all I could think about was what I
had done with my mother and how pissed she was sounding. Of
course thinking about the events of only a few hours previous
had the effect of exciting me even more. I just could not put
out of my mind how good it had felt to fuck my mother and I
knew that if the opportunity to do it again ever presented
itself I'd grasp it with both hands.
At the same time I was dreading the moment when she worked
out that if it hadn't been Gary that fucked her it had to be
me. My mother was a right tartar when she was angry and
anyone with sense ran for cover until she had cooled off. For
one brief moment I had the optimistic thought that she might
actually believe what Gary had said before she chucked him
out, that she'd been dreaming. But I wasn't fooling anyone
with that idea, not even myself.
Then my heart almost stopped as I remembered that when I had
taken my mother up to her bed I had not gone back downstairs
to retrieve my pyjama bottoms!
"Oh fuck!" I whispered to the empty room.
So far my mother hadn't been in the living room, but I knew
it wouldn't be long before she did go in there. I had to get
those pyjama bottoms before she found them! Just as I went to
stand up my bedroom door flew open, caught mid-rise I looked
at the doorway and gulped. There stood my mother looking
deathly pale, in her hand were my pyjama bottoms, gulping
again I sank back onto the bed.
"M ..." I opened my mouth to speak.
"Kevin," my mother cut off my opening word "I'm so sorry
darling."
"Huh?" I responded brightly.
"About what I did," she expanded "about forcing you ... you
... oh Jesus!"
"Uh, mum ..." I tried to speak.
"No," she said regaining her composure a little "don't say
anything. I can never say sorry enough to you for what I
did."
"But ..." I tried again.
"Damn!" she burst out "I have no idea what came over me. Can
you forgive me Kevin? I can't believe how satisfied you left
me."
"Mu ..." I tried to speak yet again.
"What am I saying!" she sighed "Oh God, what a sick bitch you
must think me."
"No, I ..."
"Kevin," she just went on right across my attempts to speak
"Maybe you should go stay with your father for a while. I
don't know how you can bear the sight of me after last
night."
"Oh I dunno," I blurted "I liked what I saw last night."
It had finally sunk in to my dim little brain that my mother
wasn't pissed at me, she was blaming herself for what had
happened, and I guess to a degree she was right. Yet after I
had got over my first surprise there had been opportunities
for me to stop what was happening and I had ignored them all
to savour the joys of her body.
"I'll get myself some help," she went on as though not having
heard me "maybe in a few months you ... What did you say?"
Her last words had come out as a gasp and I started gulping
all over again. I figured that I had nothing to lose now so
looking my mother in the eyes I gave a tentative smile.
"I said I liked what I saw last night." I repeated my words
"I liked what we did too."
As she stood there staring at me open mouthed the thought
'I'm fucked' drifted across my mind. Kicking myself mentally
for not keeping my big mouth shut I waited for my mother to
explode. Only she didn't explode, instead she blushed and
gave a shy smile, I was stunned to say the least, 'shy' was
something no-one could ever have associated with my mother.
"Did you really like what you saw?" she whispered.
It took a moment for my brain to get over this new twist,
could it be that my mother had actually enjoyed me fucking
her? Licking my lips nervously I decided to speak the truth
and go with the flow, while at the same time preparing to
duck damned fast. As I opened my mouth to speak a vision of
my mother's naked body sprang to mind and my cock, which had
gone into hiding when the door had opened, now started to
stand up to be counted.
"I really did like what I saw mum," I responded then added
daringly "you have a lovely body."
"Oh." She breathed and blushed even more "But I all but raped
you."
"I know," I sighed at the memory of her grabbing my cock "but
after I got over the surprise I was enjoying fu ... uh ...
what we were doing to much to stop it."
"What we were doing was fucking." She grinned "Jesus, we
shouldn't be having this conversation and if you knew what I
was thinking ..."
I grinned at her then decided to go for broke.
"I hope you're thinking the same as me," I said standing up
and moving to stand in front of her "that it would be nice to
do it again, only this time with less rush and more
foreplay."
She looked at me wide eyed as I reached out, put my hands on
her waist and drew her to me. Kissing her full on the lips I
savoured the moment to the full while expecting her to push
me away at any second. It was a very pleasant surprise when
instead of pushing at me she put her arms around me and
pulled me to her, her lips responding to my kiss
passionately.
"Kevin," she sighed a few minutes later when we came up for
air "we shouldn't be doing this."
"I know." I grinned at her.
"You really want to have sex with me again?" she asked
quietly looking into my eyes.
What I saw in her eyes was almost a plea for me to say 'yes',
she needn't have worried, there was no way I was going to say
no to her.
"Mum," I said softly taking her hand and putting it on my
hard prick "does that answer your question?"
"Oh my," she grinned giving my erection a squeeze through my
clothes "I guess that means yes."
"There's only one question that needs to be answered." I
grinned.
"What's that?" she frowned.
"Do we fuck in here or in your room?" I chuckled.
The way she grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to her room
was all the answer I needed.
THE END