Arriving Home Drunk to Your Mother
I had never attended an adults-only party before, but this one blew me away as a high school senior. It was held at an apartment in the same complex where my mom lived, and it's where I experienced my first taste of alcohol. There were about fifteen people there, most of whom were in their mid-twenties from the local air force base, and there were actual women there too. The atmosphere was electric with the smell of beer, whiskey, and Coca-Cola.
After hanging out for a few hours, I decided to call it a night. Given my low tolerance for alcohol, I didn't want to pass out on the couch and worry my mom.
When I returned home, it was strangely silent. I opened the door to find everything quiet, not even the sound of the TV. My mom's room was the first one I approached. She was lying peacefully in bed, and I leaned over to give her a goodnight kiss.
Her room was close to mine, shared with two bedrooms and one bath. It was nothing unusual for us to share such close living quarters on account of my after-school activities and my preparations for college in the fall.
That night, after sneaking in, I found myself in her room, surprised to find her lying on the far side of the bed. I carefully crawled into bed with her, my forearm accidentally touching her breasts through her silk nightgown. She didn't stir, sleeping so deeply that she didn't feel my presence.
I slept peacefully until the middle of the night when I woke up feeling hot, still, and quiet. It was around 3 or 4 in the morning. As I lay on my left side, with my left arm under her pillow, spooning her, I marveled at the sensation of her soft, warm, maternal breasts against my skin.
I wondered if I could touch her breast. It didn't matter that it was my mother's; all I knew was that it was the only tit I'd ever felt before. As I debated on this decision, I decided to go for it. If I was found out, I'd just say I'd been sleeping and not mean any harm. I slowly raised my right arm and let it drop again, my palm resting on her breast.
The joy rushed through me - I was touching a woman's breast! The feeling was euphoric. I held her tight to me, aroused like nothing I'd ever known before. I turned her over to face the other way, nursing joyously on her side.
The next few hours would change my life forever. I could feel her breasts soften under my touch, the fullness overwhelming me. I continued caressing her before stopping when I thought I'd been detected. But as I was about to leave the room, I felt her nipple harden in my palm. My whole body trembled with the sensation.
I wasn't sure whether she was half-asleep, drunk, or dreaming about my dad. Instead, she lay there, half-conscious and accepting me in her bed, saying, "It's okay, honey." It was as if I had her permission to touch her.
But then I hesitated. Could this be okay? It felt right, but it felt so wrong. "Mom, is this okay?" I asked quietly, my desire to stay in her bed and touch her erupting.
She reassured me, "Yeah, it's fine." This situation wasn't okay, but at that moment, I felt right at home, with her soft, full breasts and the sensation of her nipple in my hand. I felt so close to her, like we were sharing an intimate moment.
"Mom," I said in a whisper, "Are you sure this is okay?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. Her hand gently covered mine on her breast. "Yes, it's fine." That was all it took to spark a fire in my pants. I was torn between staying in bed, continuing the encounter, and leaving, but I found myself holding on to her as we both drifted back to sleep, my hand cupping one of her huge, delicious breasts.
I started to gently rub her large breasts as I heard her moan softly. My right hand, hidden from view, squeezed and lifted her right breast before gently brushing it with my palm over her swollen nipple.
As I became more daring, and she agreed to let me touch her without hesitation, I asked the bravest question I'd ever asked in my life.
"Mom... can I see them?"
I could feel a bomb exploding in my head as I realized she didn't immediately reply.
But she didn't need to answer.
She rolled onto her back and pulled down her silk nightgown, revealing her massive, white breasts. Both nipples were erect and full, like purple gummy candies. She remained still, eyes closed, allowing me to touch her as I pleased.
"Oh mom... oh my god mom... I can't believe it. They're so beautiful!" I blurted out like an overly enthusiastic schoolboy, which I was.
I fondled her heavy breasts all over her chest with both hands, like a fervent pizza maker, delighting in the feeling of her warm, plump tits.
"Could I... maybe..."
"You want to suck on your mama's breasts?" She asked, finishing my sentence.
"You can go back to her breast for a moment." She said, crudely. Her gaze was still closed.
I immediately went to her chest and lifted her full breast, her stiff nipple jutting out like a horny woman's.
"Thank you." was all I whispered as I placed my warm, open mouth on her nipple and sucked feebly. I allowed her nipple to slide between my lips like I was drinking from her once more, and sucked affectionately. My eyes closed, entranced by this new sensation, sucking as if I had only ever sucked on one woman, my own mother's ample tit.
She uttered a light moan and I moved back and forth between her huge breasts over and over, sucking more forcefully each time.
"I love you mom. I needed this." I sobbed.
"I love you too, baby honey." She spoke to me in the same loving way she'd always spoken, and I'd never been happier than when I nursed at my own willing mother.
"We need to get to bed." She stated.
I was disappointed and a little terrified that this new blissful experience would be gone forever, but as she turned away from me, she placed my hand back on her breast, pulling me against her, and allowing me to cuddle up to her again.
My cock was rigid and sore and leaking pre-cum. I wanted to apologize and excuse myself, wanting to seek release, but she prevented me.
Mom let go of my hand and reached beneath to pull up her nightgown around her belly, finding my dick in my shorts.
"You can press your dick close to your mom, son." She sighed.
I knew we couldn't have sex, but I had been granted permission to hold my mother's mostly naked body up against my aching groin. We could do everything but the deed, and I was content with that.
I pulled her to me and rested my throbbing, wet cockhead between her buttocks and held her to me with her generous tit in my grasp, cherishing this special embrace she was allowing.
As we ground against each other and enjoyed the sensations, it didn't take long before I felt an indomitable orgasm approaching.
"MMMMMM.. YES." I mumbled, and she likely knew what was about to occur.
I made no effort to pull my dick from her cleavage and instead pressed hard into her sensitive behind, grasping her tightly. Oh my god... I was going to cum! With my mom!
I drove into her sensitive anus but twice before I uttered the deepest groan of my life, concurrent with an unholy expulsion of semen from deep within my oedipal being.
"Mom! I'm cumming inside you!" I said, even though I hadn't entered her, in my mind, I was inside of her - her pussy, her ass, every part of her. I was home. And I let go.
"UUUGGGHHHHH MOOOMM!" I exclaimed, and she silently continued griding her hips against me, teasing me to completion, and I screamed.
I felt the first heavy drop of backed up, thick sperm travel from my prostate and balls and cock, and sprayed into the confined depths of my mother's fat, curvy buttocks.
I came so hard it hurt and I howled.
"Oh MOOOMMM!"
She continued grinding her hips against me, tacitly allowing me to release my load, and I squirted and squirted and squirted, spilling my incestuous semen onto her cleavage and pussy slit.
"I'm cumming mom! Oh mom, is this all right? oh god. Uuummpff!" She silently continued moving her hips, and maintained my hand on her chest with a tight grip, as I squeezed her large breast like a man.
The intensity of my orgasm was unmatched in comparison to any sexual encounter I've had before. I felt an overwhelming sense of love, understanding, and security as I ejaculated into my mother.
"Mom, mom, mom..." I kept repeating as my testicles desperately attempted to impregnate her.
There was a warm, slimy, and satisfying sensation in her ass, but we both enjoyed it. I didn't try to pull out, as though my instincts were urging me to ensure she became pregnant. Was I still a virgin? It didn't feel that way. I caught my breath, my penis still lodged in her big, wet, soaking rear.
Then, she gently shushed me.
"Shh shh shhh, my love, my honey. Sleep now."
Read also:
- A Vacation Spent with Mom
- Rear Seat: Initial Experience with Sibling
- Fathers Seducing Daughters Chapter 7
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
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