Banging my drunk mom on her own bed

“Hey there, dear,” Mom’s cosy voice floated gently through the dimly lit room, and I raised my gaze to her.

Mom was quite as drunk as anything tonight.

“Just hanging out, I guess,” I mentioned, glancing down at my phone.

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying romantic moments with your dear girlfriend?” Mom smoothly said, snuggling up close beside me and inspecting my phone.

“Ex-girlfriend,” I hesitantly revealed, gazing back at my phone screen.

“Ooh, what?” Mom exclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised.

“She dumped me,” I admitted with melancholy, looking sadly at her.

“Oh, my baby!” Mom gasped softly, and she appeared almost taken aback. After a moment, she purposely furrowed her brow and suspiciously examined the photo before snatching my phone away.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked in confusion, looking at my Mom as I wondered.

“Well now,” she said, making a pause and giggling again. “I wouldn’t say a Mother should be saying such words.”

“Mom, what?” I asked, looking at her with curiosity.

“Oh darling,” Mom whispered, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she leaned in close and pressed her finger against my lips. “Shhh, you must keep this secret. A mother should never have such thoughts about her son, but if I weren’t your mom, I would be tempted to have you in my bed!” she said, her voice bubbling with a fit of playful giggles.

Her laughter filled the room, and Mom’s beauty radiated beneath the lamp’s soft glow.

“You’ve always been such a good boy,” Mom cooed, gently kissing my forehead. “It’s a shame I’m too old to find a new love. Ah, if only I were still young, I would pick up a handsome guy at the club, bring him home, and have my way with him!” she exclaimed before taking a deep breath and continuing, “But no, I’m far too old for that sort of thing.”

“Mom, you’re not old at all!” I protested, a smile on my face. “You’re just… mature. And that’s not a bad thing, you know.”

Mom chuckled and gently nudged me. “Mature, you say? Is that how you see it?”

“Yes, indeed!” I responded, trying to hold back my laughter.

“Alright, then,” she said, grinning ear to ear. “Now, can I ask you something?”

Mom hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching in her throat.

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, curious.

“If I weren’t your mom, do you think I’m… attractive?” she asked, her expression serious as she stared intently at me. “I might be a bit old for your tastes, being a mature forty-five-year-old woman.”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, my tone sharp. But as I thought about her question, I realized how genuine and insecure she seemed.

“Of course, you’re attractive, Mom,” I reassured her, my voice softer now. “You’re really hot for an older woman.”

I couldn’t believe it. Did I really call my mom attractive?

There it was. I’d said it. My mom was hot. But as I looked at her, I saw she was more than just physically attractive. She was the most important woman in my life, and I wanted her to know that she was still desirable and loved.

As I sat there, I barely noticed that Mom’s hand had been slowly making its way up my leg, inching closer to my crotch. I was taken aback when I felt my breath hitch in my throat, staring deeply into Mom’s captivating, bright blue eyes. It took me far too long to realize that she had been flirting with me all this time, her smiles too inviting and her gaze too enticing. I attempted to stand up, but Mom, still intoxicated and with surprising strength, pushed me back down onto the couch.

“Mom!” I protested, but she quickly silenced me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her hand lingering in a dangerous spot. I couldn’t bring myself to push it away.

“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at her with surprise and confusion.

“Well, sweetheart,” she said, her voice sultry and seductive as she moved her hand up my thigh, “I’m just trying to show you how much I appreciate your kind words.”

Her hand was now mere inches away from my crotch, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should stop her but couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Mom, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

“Oh, come on, darling, look, you are hard for me.” Mom’s voice was soft and husky as she whispered those words, her hand now gripping the bulge in my pants. I couldn’t deny it – I was turned on. I’d never sexually thought of my mom before, but now that she was touching me like this, I couldn’t help it.

“Mom, I-” I started to protest, but she cut me off with a finger on my lips.

“Shhh, sweetie,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “Let your mom take care of you.”

With that, she undid my pants and pulled them down, revealing my hard cock. She gasped at the sight, her hand reaching out to wrap around it.

I moaned as she started to stroke me, her grip firm and sure. I’d never felt anything like this before – the sensation of my own mother’s hand on my dick was almost too much to handle.

“Mom, this is wrong,” I said weakly, but she shushed me again.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured, her lips now on my neck. “I’m here for you.”

“Mom, I-” I tried to speak again, but she cut me off with a deep, lingering kiss.

Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and I couldn’t help but respond. I parted my lips, letting her tongue explore my mouth.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was making out with my mom, and it felt amazing. I was lost in the moment, my body responding to her touch and kisses.

Mom pulled back, her eyes shining with desire. “Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

I nodded, unable to speak. I was turned on, and I wanted her to take me to the edge.

Mom wrapped her lips around my cock, her mouth warm and wet. She began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft.

I moaned loudly, my hands reaching out to tangle in her hair. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, my mom sucking my cock like a pro.

Mom’s mouth was amazing, her tongue flicking and swirling around my cock. I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening. But I pushed the thought to the back of my mind; no way I wanted to cum yet.

She stopped sucking and nearly fell into her intoxicated state and giggled. She took off her top and bra “Do they look okay?” Mom looked up at me with a mischievous grin, her bare breasts on display. “What do you think, darling?” she asked, her voice sultry and seductive.

I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, her nipples hard and erect. I’d never seen my mom like this before, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

“Mom, you’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mom giggled and leaned in closer, her hand still wrapped around my cock. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear. “I’m glad you think so.”

She began to stroke me again, her grip firm and sure. I moaned as she touched me, my body responding to her touch. She then wrapped her tits around my cock and squeezed them as she pumped them up and down my dick. As Mom’s soft, warm tits enveloped my cock, I couldn’t help but let out a low, guttural moan.

“Argh fuck… your tits are great, mom, fuck, I don’t wanna cum, yet I am fighting it,” I said as she continued to use her tits to pleasure me.

“I… I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I… I would love to put my dick inside your pussy.” I said to her as she stopped with her tits and started using her hand again.

“Oh, honey, such a naughty boy, that’s such a dirty thought,” Mom giggled, her hand still gripping my cock tightly. “But I can’t deny that the idea is exciting. I haven’t had a man inside me for some time now. This… this will be weird to have you inside of me.”

“I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. You’re my son, but you’re also a man, and I want you,” Mom whispered, her hand still stroking my cock.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mother confessed her desire for me, and I felt the same way. I was so turned on, and I couldn’t longer deny it.

“Mom, I want you too,” I confessed, my voice low and husky. “I want to feel your pussy around my cock.”

Mom’s eyes widened in surprise, but I could see their desire. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine.

“Are you sure, baby?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Mom, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice firm and determined.

Mom hesitated for a moment, her hand still gripping my cock. But then she stood up, her movements unsteady from the alcohol. She pulled off her pants and underwear, revealing her bare pussy to me.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mother was standing before me, completely naked, her pussy glistening with wetness. She held out her hand for me, “come, sweetheart, let’s get to my bed”, she said as she stood there naked and still drunk.

Mom guided me to her bedroom, her hand still holding onto mine. I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what was happening – I was about to have sex with my mom.

As we entered her bedroom, Mom turned to face me, her eyes shining with desire. She pulled me close, her hands reaching up to touch my face.

“Are you sure you want to do this, baby?” she asked softly and gently.

“Too damn right I do,” I took off the rest of my clothes, and we got into bed, and I got on top of her.

“Mmm, yes, just like that,” Mom moaned as I pushed inside her. I could feel her warmth surrounding me, and I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure.

“Fuck, Mom, you feel so good,” I said as I panted slowly as started to slide my dick in and out slowly.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” Mom replied, her voice filled with sexy tension, finally lifting with pure lust.

I began to thrust in and out of her, my hips moving with a rhythm of their own. Mom wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her.

“Argh, yes, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.

I happily obliged, thrusting my cock deep inside her, filling her up entirely. “Oh, fuck me harder! Harder, please!”

I resumed my rhythm, driving my cock into her pussy with force.

“Do you enjoy it?” Mom panted out. “Can you feel it? The way my cunt is enveloping your shaft? I crave every last inch of you.”

“Yes, baby, harder,” Mom begged, her hips meeting mine as I drove my cock deeper inside her.

I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I approached my climax. But I didn’t want to cum yet; I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.

I slowed down my thrusts, savouring the feeling of Mom’s pussy around my cock. I leaned down to kiss her, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as I moved inside her.

“Mmm, yes, just like that,” Mom moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with mine.

I could feel her body tensing up, her breath hitching in her throat as she got closer to her climax. I reached down to touch her clit, rubbing it gently as I continued to fuck her.

“Oh, fuck, yes, right there,” Mom cried out, her back arching off the bed so I could go inside balls deep. I picked up pace and pounded her like a piece of meat.

“Yes… yes… Mmmmm, show Mommy how naughty you are fuck me… Mm fuck.” Wow, the way she demanded me was so fucking hot.

“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that,” Mom moaned, her hips bucking up to meet mine as I slammed into her. “Harder, baby, harder!” she cried out, her fingers digging into my back even harder as I pounded her pussy. The bed thudded against the wall as I slammed her hard on the bed.

“Mmm sweetie ooooh fuck, fuck mommy please don’t stop… Mmm, tell me how good it feels, tell me.” She said as her tits shook as I continued to bang her hard.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking snug and wet around my cock, Mom,” I growled, my hips slamming in and out of her with ferocious intensity.

“Yes, baby, just like that. You’re so deep and thick inside me,” Mom panted, her nails raking down my back as she met my thrusts with her own. “Oh, god, your cock feels so good fucking me.”

My balls drew up tight as I felt myself nearing the edge. I slowed down my movements, omg enjoying the feeling of Mom’s slick pussy gripping my shaft. I leaned down to kiss her, our tongues swirling together as I teased her with shallow strokes.

“Mmm, you have grown up so fast,” Mom moaned, her hips bucking up to meet mine. “Fuck me harder, baby. I need to feel you deeper.”

I quickened my pace, driving into her with reckless abandon. Mom’s moans grew louder and more desperate as I mercilessly pounded her pussy. I reached down to rub her clit, feeling it swell and harden under my fingers.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Mmmm oooh baby, my mmmm sweet boy,” Mom screamed, her back arching off the bed as I plunged deep inside her. “Harder, baby, harder! Make me cum!”

I gave in to my desires, fucking Mom with wild abandon as I felt my climax building. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her hips bucking wildly as she approached her orgasm.

“I’m going to cum, Mom! Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, my balls tightening as I exploded inside her. Mom cried out in pleasure as she came with me, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my cock.

I collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating as I basked in the afterglow of our illicit encounter. Mom wrapped her arms around me, her breath hot and heavy against my ear.

“That was so fucking hot, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Neither can I,” I replied, still reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. “But I can’t deny how much I fucking enjoyed it.”

Mom chuckled and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. “I’m glad you did, baby. I needed that.”

We lay there in silence for a moment, our bodies still entwined as we caught our breath. I could feel the warmth of Mom’s pussy against my thigh, still slick with our combined juices.

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