Fucking drunk mom in the shower

Being a teenager can be tough sometimes, especially when your dad was up and left six months ago to shack up with a woman younger than you. But now, my mom’s acting like a damn kid, and it’s not just annoying, it affects me too. I mean, she can do whatever she wants, but it’s not like I don’t have my own shit to deal with.

I’ve always had to help out around the house, even before Dad left. When my older sister went to college, I did some of her chores, like folding the laundry and cleaning the bathrooms. I didn’t mind mowing the lawn, especially when Mrs. Johnson next door was sunbathing in her bikini. She’d tease me by untying the strings, and I’d have to take a break to jerk off. But that’s a different story. I’m just saying life as a teenager can be a pain sometimes.

Mom started acting like she was in her twenties, though she was forty-four. She’d stay out late with her friends, come home drunk, and generally be immature. Her clothes changed, too, swapping her work skirts and blouses for short skirts, tight shirts, and revealing underwear. I knew because I had to fold her laundry. One time, she bent over to pick up her keys, and her skirt rode up so high I could see her thong. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was trying to impress at work.

I don’t have much to complain about if it didn’t affect me, but it did. I wasn’t popular in school and was known as a bit of a geek. I didn’t have many dates, and I even graduated high school as a virgin. I’m heading off to college soon, and I’m still a virgin.

I woke up to voices downstairs in the middle of the night. Hearing my mom wasn’t a shock, but hearing a guy arguing with her was new. I slipped on some pyjama pants and headed to see what was up.

This dude had my mom pressed against the wall, yelling about some cash. But as I got closer, I saw that he kept her steady so she wouldn’t fall.

“You gotta pay for cleaning!” he barked at her.

“Noooo!” Mom whined, clearly drunk.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“Tommmmmy!” She slurred, pointing at some guy.

“Your friend puked in my car and needs to pay for the cleanup,” he said.

“Mom?! You puked in someone’s car?” I asked, shocked.

“Well, maybe just a bit,” she admitted, sliding down the wall again. The guy caught her and propped her back up.

The Uber driver said, “Her date asked me to bring her home, but she threw up in my car. I need to charge $50 to clean it.”

I shook my head and frowned as I walked the last few steps to the door. I took Mom’s purse and searched for her wallet, pulling out the card for the driver to scan. After authorizing the fee, I returned the card and placed the bag on the table. The driver left, closing the door behind him. Mom sat on the floor, slowly sliding down the wall.

Mom was sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide, and her short cream dress had hiked up, exposing her bare pussy. I’d seen plenty of pussies before, but this was the first time I’d seen Moms. Her grayish-looking inner lips were peeking out, giving me a glimpse of her pink depths. Her big, firm tits were also more visible than usual through her thin, strapless top. Her nipples were poking out, and the dark circles of her areolas were slightly visible through the cream-coloured fabric.

“Goodness gracious, Mother! What happened to your undergarments?” I inquired, returning to her side.

“Off they went!” she chuckled. “A charming cowboy swept me off my feet in the corner. It didn’t seem proper to hide my charms from him,” she winked.

“My, you’ve had quite a bit to drink,” I observed, hoisting myself onto her lap and lifting her gently by her arms.

“And you, young man, are as stiff as a board!” she exclaimed, reaching out to grasp my arousal through my pyjamas.

“Time for you to retire for the night, Mother,” I suggested, attempting to help her.

“My word, Tommy! When did you become so generously endowed?” she questioned, tugging my pyjamas down enough to expose my manhood instead of aiding me in standing.

“Goodness me, Mother!” I exclaimed in astonishment, releasing her and stepping back from her, even as my pyjamas continued to slip down my legs.

“Indeed, I shouldn’t have done that, but good grief, my son with such an impressive member, I imagine most ladies are thrilled to be in your company,” she said with a tipsy nod. What she remains unaware of is that I am still pure and untouched.

I moved closer to her and helped her, this time with her aiding me too. I put my arm around her and guided her towards the stairs. She stopped at the bottom to remove her high heels, leaving them on the floor. I helped her up each step, saying, “Geez, Mom, you smell like puke.”

“I think I might have thrown up,” she replied. “I probably need a shower before I go to bed.”

“That’s a good idea,” I agreed as we headed to the second floor. I helped her to her room, turned on the light, and walked her to the bathroom door. I stopped and let her lean against the frame while I reached inside and turned the light on.

“Maybe you better turn the water on for me,” she said as she slowly slid down the door frame until she sat again on the floor.

“Maybe I better,” I agreed, looking down at her. I entered the walk-in shower and tried reaching for the glass door’s water handle. I couldn’t quite reach it and had to stop partway into the shower stall to turn it on, ducking back as quickly as possible, so I didn’t get my Pjs wet. Adjusting the temperature was a more challenging task.

I hiked the legs of my Pjs up as far as I could and stepped into the stall. I shook my head at my stupidity and then let go of one leg to reach for the handle and set the temperature, the spray soaking the right leg of my pyjamas.

I walked out of the stall and over to my mom, sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide. “Let’s get you up, Mom,” I said as I stepped over her again.

“Awwww, my poor baby got wet!” she exclaimed as I reached to help her.

“It’s just water, no big deal,” I replied, trying to lift her.

“It is!” she insisted, reaching for my wet pyjama pants and pulling them down even further, exposing my hard dick. “Ohhhhh. Look at how hard you are. Have you been thinking about girls again?”

“Mom, please, rise to your feet once more,” I urged, gently tugging at her arm.

She sighed, relenting to my request as she felt the fabric of her pajamas slipping down her legs. “Alright, but you’ll have to undo my dress for me,” she said, still managing to maintain a playful tone despite her exhaustion.

“Undo your dress?” I asked, slightly puzzled.

“Yes, silly,” she replied, turning herself around so I could reach the zipper. “I can’t very well shower in this, now can I?”

“Oh, right,” I said, my cheeks flushing slightly at the realization. “I suppose I’ll have to do that then.”

As my fingers brushed against the zipper, I couldn’t help but notice the silky material of her dress. It felt smooth and cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from her body.

With a quick tug, the zipper slid down, revealing the soft curves of her bare back. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I took in the sight before me.

“Mom, you’re not wearing anything,” I stammered, my eyes widening in surprise.

She giggled at my reaction, her laughter filled with a carefree joy that was both endearing and disarming. “I guess I forgot,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief. “But I suppose you’ll just have to deal with it, won’t you?”

Before I could respond, she turned around, her body now fully exposed to my gaze. I felt my heart pound in my chest as I took in the sight of her bare skin, the curves and contours of her body illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead light.

“Mom…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper.

She placed a finger against my lips, silencing me with a gentle shush. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soothing and comforting. “I trust you. You’re a good boy, and I know you’ll take care of me.”

I shook my head and aided her in standing, deftly unzipping her dress with a single hand. She promptly wriggled free of it, stepping out and discarding the dress, now left completely bare before me. “There, see? It’s not so bad, is it?” she asked with a playful smirk.

“No, not at all,” I concurred, feeling the head of my rigid cock make contact with her smooth mound. Her breasts were voluminous, effortlessly filling my hands if I were to cup them. Her nipples were large and taut, jutting out from her darkened areolas. The very sight of her naked breasts was enough to make my manhood swell with desire.

“Are you going to assist me in getting to the shower, or are you content with merely gazing upon my chest?” she inquired, her hips swaying with an alluring rhythm.

With haste, I shed my pyjama bottoms, which had already gathered around my ankles, and offered my support as she crossed the bathroom and approached the shower. She leaned against me, her hip pressed firmly against mine, as I helped her step inside.

“Come on, sweetie. Help your mama take a shower. I don’t want to slip and fall,” she pleaded.

“Okay,” I agreed, letting her pull me in. She turned to face me, her body pressed against mine, her arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

“Ahhh, the sensation of your solid form against me is so delightful. I can feel your firm manhood pressed between us, its rigidity stimulating my wetness,” she purred, gently swaying her hips to create a tantalizing friction between their bodies.

“Time for some cleaning, Mom,” I said, attempting to maintain my focus on the task at hand.

“Very well, if that is your wish,” she sighed, gracefully turning in my embrace and leaning back against my chest. I encircled her waist with my arms, steadying her to ensure she wouldn’t topple over. My hardened length became confined between them, nestled in the crevice of her buttocks.

“I imagine that must be rather awkward,” she commented, reaching down to adjust. She skillfully manoeuvred my cock downwards, creating a slight separation between their bodies as it glided between her thighs.

The sensation was not as uncomfortable as I had anticipated. Still, now I was confronted with a different discomfort – the head of my manhood seemed to be protruding through the narrow gap between her thighs, jutting out in front of her. I could sense the warmth of her pussy caressing my shaft as she moved, lathering her body with soap.

Her hands slid down her plump, firm tits, tracing a line towards her slippery, soapy crotch. Her fingers skillfully rubbed both her pussy and my cock, causing a soft gasp from me. Her fingertips danced beneath my shaft, gently teasing and arousing me.

“A clear sign of arousal is present,” she whispered sensually, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along my hardening shaft. I found myself involuntarily swaying to her rhythm, my member gliding between her thighs, her fingers drawing me nearer to her damp, glistening entrance.

“Good grief, M… Mother, let’s continue this; whether you’re my mother or not, you’re provoking me,” I uttered as she increased the pressure. What was driving her to behave this way? Perhaps she was momentarily confused, but still, my mother – the woman who brought me into the world.

“Mmm, Tommy, I can sense your desire for me,” Mother moaned, her fingers still skillfully tormenting my aching length. “Do you wish to make love to your mother?”

Her words sent a jolt through my body, and I struggled to comprehend them. Yet, my physical response was clear; I was fully erect and on the verge of release.

“Indeed, Mother, I do,” I confessed, my voice barely audible. “I’ve yearned for this since I noticed your lack of panties.”

Mom turned around to face me, her eyes shining with desire. She reached down and took hold of my cock, guiding it towards her dripping-wet pussy.

“Then do it, Tommy,” she urged, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck your mommy like you’ve always wanted to.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I grabbed Mom’s hips and pulled her closer, hoisted up one of her legs to my waist and pushed her back against the shower wall. My cock slid easily inside her slick folds. She let out a loud moan as I filled her up, her pussy gripping me tightly.

I started to thrust in and out of her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. Mom matched my movements, her tits bouncing with each stroke. She was moaning and gasping, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

“Oh god, yes, mother! Your filthy cunt feels so fucking good around my cock,” I groaned as I thrust my hips forward, driving my aching shaft deep into her slick, welcoming pussy. I couldn’t believe it – I was really fucking my own mother, she was taking my virginity.

I pounded into her with a raw, primal intensity, my hips slamming against hers as I filled her up over and over again. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, her nails digging into my shoulders as she held on for dear life. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the bathroom, mixing with her cries of pleasure and the wet, squelching sounds of my cock plunging in and out of her needy cunt.

“Ahhh… Ahhhh, Unnng mmmmm, oh fuck me harder, you dirty fucking bastard!” She begged and begged, her voice hoarse and ragged with lust as I drove my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was in heaven, and I never wanted this moment to end.

Mom’s moans filled the bathroom, and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was fucking my own mother, and it felt incredible. Her pussy was tight and wet, gripping my cock like a vice as I thrust in and out of her. I could feel every inch of her as I plunged deeper and deeper inside her.

“Oh, Tommy, you feel so good inside me,” Mom gasped, her head thrown back against the shower wall. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

I couldn’t believe it either. I had always fantasized about fucking Mom, but I never thought it would actually happen. And now that it was, I couldn’t get enough. I grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer, my hips slamming against hers as I fucked her with all my might.

As I pulled out of Mom’s pussy, I couldn’t help but admire the sight before me. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with our combined juices, and I could see the pink folds of her inner labia peeking out from between her slick outer lips. I reached down and gently spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit, which was already starting to swell and harden again.

“Oh, Tommy, that feels so good,” Mom moaned, her hips rocking slightly as I teased her clit with my fingers. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

I leaned down and gently kissed her pussy, my tongue tracing a path from her clit down to her opening. I could taste our combined juices, a mix of salty and sweet, and I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as I licked and sucked on her pussy.

Mom’s moans grew louder and more urgent as I continued to eat her out, her hips bucking and grinding against my face as I feasted on her pussy. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the warm, wet flesh of her inner walls, and began to slowly finger her as I licked and sucked on her clit.

“Oh, fuck, Tommy, yes, just like that!” Mom cried out, her hips bucking even harder as I fingered her and sucked on her clit. “Baby, don’t stop after doing me from behind, baby. Fuck mommy with your hard cock.”

I turned her around, facing the shower wall, and bent her over so she was leaning against the wall. Grabbing my cock, sliding it up and down her slit before pushing it inside her pussy.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God, yes, fuck mommy harder, mmmm,” she groaned as she took my hard cock well. If anything, it made me pump her pussy even harder, feeling her hot wet juices flowing over my dick. I was now pumping in and out of her pussy as my cock slid in and out of her with ease.

“Oh, fuck yes, Mom, Unngh!” I groaned and grunted hard as my hips bucked wildly, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the shower. I could feel my cock pulsing, each wave sending a fresh burst of cum deep into her welcoming pussy.

She moaned, her fingers digging into the wall as she pushed her ass out to meet my thrust to allow me in even deeper. We stood there, my dick still buried in her, as I continued to pump shot after shot of cum into her.

“Oh fucking hell, that’s it, sweetie. Did that feel good? It felt good for Mommy, too. Coming on your big fat hard cock. Could you feel me coming on you? Could you feel the climax you gave your mommy?”

As my manhood started to lose its stiffness, I slowly retreated, watching it slide out of her slick pussy with a moan of satisfaction from her lips.

“Right, we better get you to bed; otherwise, I might end up fucking you again, and I really shouldn’t be fucking you, Mom,” I said as I got took her to her room to get her changed.

I helped her naked body as she slipped on her nightgown, her movements slow and deliberate. She looked up at me, a small smile on her face.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she said, her voice soft and tired. “That was…nice.”

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I had just fucked my own mother, something I had never even imagined before. But it had felt good, too good. And now, I didn’t know what to feel.

“You’re welcome, Mom,” I said, turning to leave the room. “I’ll, uh, see you in the morning.”

I closed the door and walked down the hallway, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. I didn’t know if I should feel guilty or proud, or maybe both. All I knew was that I had just experienced something I would never forget.

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