It was late; Mom still wasn’t home, and it was 2 AM. I was bored and decided to lay on my bed in just my boxers wanking my cock. All of a sudden, I heard the front door go, so I stopped jerking off and quickly put my hard dick away.
I went downstairs to find her passed out drunk on the couch in her short dress. She was lying on her side with her knees up to her chest. Her dress was ridden up, and I could see the lace knickers she had on barely covered her pussy.
I was shocked to see her ass nearly hung off of the couch; I was so turned on from jerking earlier and never finishing.
“Mom… Mom,” I said a few times no answer.
I kneeled at the side of the couch, now face level with her ass, and I reached out to her puffy pussy through her knickers. I grabbed the side hem of her knickers and slightly pulled it to the side of her pussy.
“Mom… Mom, are you okay?” I whispered, gently touching her thigh. Still, she didn’t stir. I took a deep breath, then slowly moved my hand closer to her pussy, letting my fingers lightly brush against the damp lace fabric of her knickers.
Her breathing was slow and heavy, but she remained unconscious. My cock stirred at the thought of touching her pussy more intimately, so I slowly pulled the lace knickers aside. Her pussy was slick with her juices, glistening in the dim light.
Her legs closed, making her pussy look more inviting, and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I gently pressed my fingers against her pussy lips, feeling her warmth and wetness. I started to rub her clit in slow circular motions, causing her to moan softly.
I stood up and got my cock out, and I got right next to her pussy as I was about to go inside at an angle. I pushed my cock into her pussy as I slowly started to sideways fuck her pussy gently.
I pulled out almost entirely and pushed back in, feeling her slick walls grip my shaft. Her breathing quickened, and I increased my pace, my thighs slapping against her ass with each thrust. I could feel her pussy becoming wetter, my cock gliding in and out effortlessly.
Her pussy juices coated my entire length, and as I hit that cunt at an angle, it felt so good.
With each thrust, her ass jiggled, and her pussy clung to my cock. I reached under her dress, grabbing her bouncing tits and kneading them gently. She was still out of it, and I just continued to slide my meaty cock in and out of that beautiful pussy.
I kept fucking her, enjoying the sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. My hips slapped against her ass, making a satisfying noise that echoed through the room.
That’s when I felt it, “Ungh…” Severe pressure shooting up my shaft as I pounded into her. “Oh, fuck yes!” I groaned, trying to hold back my orgasm. I slowed down my thrusts, giving a few shallow pumps, but it was useless. My cock was throbbing, and I couldn’t resist the urge to release.
What made it harder to hold back, knowing it was my mom’s pussy I was fucking.
“Oh, God, Mom, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned quietly, my balls tightening as I felt the first spurt of my load shoot out of my cock. I pushed myself deeper into her pussy, my cum shooting up inside her as I continued to thrust.
I slowly pulled out of her, my cum dripping from her pussy as I stood up. I looked down at her, her dress still ridden up and her knickers pulled to the side. She looked vulnerable and sexy, and I couldn’t believe what happened.
I adjusted her panties and dress, got a blanket, and covered her; I kissed her forehead “Sorry, Mom.” I then went to bed.
The following day, I got changed and went downstairs for a coffee, and Mom was already home.
“Morning, Adam; sorry if I disturbed you last night. God, I’ve got a banging head,” she said, staring at her coffee.
“Morning, Mom. No worries, I was still awake when you got home,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady and hide my guilt. “How are you feeling now?”
She rubbed her forehead, “As I got hit by a truck. I guess I had a bit too much to drink last night,” she admitted.
I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions – guilt, arousal, and confusion. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night but knew I couldn’t tell her.
“Well, I’m here if you need anything,” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
“Thanks, Adam. I need to rest and drink some water. Also, did you have fun last night, Adam?” she replied, sipping her coffee.
“Yeah, I just stayed up late playing video games, nothing special,” I answered, trying to keep my cool.
“Video games, huh? Mmm, right. And what about when I got in? You said you were still awake?” she said, drinking her coffee.
“Yeah, I was just watching TV and heard you come in. I should check on you, you know, to make sure you were okay,” I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“You did more than check on me from what I remember; I may have been drunk, but not that drunk,” wait, she knew, how? And why didn’t she stop me?
“Adam, you don’t need to lie to me. I remember everything, dear,” she said, putting her coffee down and facing me. I felt my heart rate spike, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm.
“I was so drunk that I didn’t even have the strength to stop you. But when I woke up this morning, I felt so good, better than I had in a long time,” she confessed, giving me a soft smile.
“I know this might be weird, but I want you to know I’m not mad or upset. I want to thank you,” she continued, her voice steady and sincere.
“Thank me? For what, Mom? I… I shouldn’t have helped myself to you,” I asked, still trying to process what she had just said.
“Yes, you gave my neglected vagina a good seeing, too,” I was shocked hearing my mom talk about her pussy like that.
“Thank you, Mom,” I said. She smiled and walked closer to me, her warm brown eyes locked onto mine.
“How does it feel knowing it was your mom’s pussy you were screwing last night?” she asked softly, her tone hinting at a touch of mischief as well as curiosity.
“Uh, well, it was a bit strange at first,” I admitted nervously. “But then… it just felt so good.”
Mom nodded knowingly and reached out to touch my cheek gently. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Adam. And I have to say, you were quite the stud last night. I think you should sleep in my room tonight so I can keep an eye on my naughty boy.” She smiled teasingly as she said this.
“Oh, Mom, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I stammered. My heart was racing like crazy.
“So it’s not a good idea what you mean, like sticking your dick into me when I sleep. So that is a good idea, but this isn’t?” She said with a firm tone.
“Okay, Mom,” I said nervously. “I’ll sleep in your room tonight.”
A week later, I was so tired I had spent every night in Mom’s bed, giving her the best sex.
I got this idea from watching videos on Taboo Lust.
