My Mum is what in England is known as a “Slapper”. She goes out every weekend and brings home a different guy. I mean, I don’t even know who my Dad was. She’s not even that good looking, but there’s something very sexual about her. She can’t hold a relationship down though, she’s too much of a mess. She binge drinks and fucks anything. She’s even bisexual, so it needn’t be a guy she comes home with. I know she’s fucked her friend, Lisa, a few times. The thing is, she comes in from a night out and sometimes she’s struck out and she’s alone, usually because she’s so drunk she can’t stand up, and she passes out all over the house. Usually she makes to bed or the sofa, but I’ve found her on the bathroom floor more than once and even passed out on the stairs. I think you’d call her a “Lush”.
Anyhow, as I grew up I notice her more and more. She had me when she was 19, so by the time I was 12 I’d grown up seeing Mum in various states and in various states of undress. In fact, she didn’t seem to notice that I was looking at her when she had only knickers and bra on, or nothing even. She noticed me looking, but just found it funny, teasing me about fancying my own Mum but made no attempt to cover up. In fact, if anything, she got worse. Mum loved short denim skirts a strappy tops, usually with no bra. Sometimes I’m playing X-Box on the floor by the TV and she comes in and sits opposite me in the chair and it’s a peekaboo game of guess what knickers she has on today. I know she knows I look, and sometimes I see her smiling as she reads her phone and opens her legs for me to see. I always get hard, and she’s even teased me about that too.
I’m sort of aware that Mums aren’t supposed to do these things. I mean, my friend’s Mums are all proper and dressed modestly. They would be mortified if someone caught them tipsy, let alone fall-down drunk. And I don’t think any of them has a Mum that walks about semi-nude around the house as and when she feels like it. And I know you think you know where this is going - Mum comes in drunk, falls unconscious and I fuck her senseless - but that’s not what happened.
Mum slopped into the house. I heard her from upstairs - too loud, the clip-clop of high heels and then noise as she fell over something and laughed like it was the funniest thing ever. My sitter left and I came downstairs. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I just hoped she wasn’t hungry because I can’t cook and she’d be so pissed she’d cause an accident. But when I came down the hall it was silent. I eased open the living room door and there she was, in all her glory, smashed on the sofa like a thrown away baby-doll.
I’m 14 so I know what a vagina looks like from the internet, but seeing one on display is another matter. Mum was half on, half off the sofa, her mini-skirt having slipped up as she had slipped down. Her little-black-dress was now rumbled strappy top, and is showed me the obvious display of Mum’s shaved mound. I’d like to say it was glistening with her juices, but this was drier than my mouth, and that was drier than an Arab’s sandals. I didn’t do anything for a second, afraid she would wake up and catch me looking. And probably make fun of me.
Obviously, my dick didn’t get the memo that I was scared, because it was instantly standing up painfully in my pyjama bottoms. Maybe I was scared stiff. Either way I was inexorably drawn toward Mum’s body. I called her, “Mum! Are you okay?” But there was no answer. I inched forward, shaking her arm, increasingly roughly, but there was nothing. Just looking down at her half naked body made me uneasy and incredibly horny. I’m a 14 year old boy - what do you expect? The fact that she was my Mum bothered me, and yet, somehow, made it all the more exciting. I looked down at her naked pussy, its folds held together like glue.
I dare not touch it, but splayed as her legs were off the sofa I got really close and inspected her closed clam. I smelled her too, although it didn’t really smell of much except maybe the faint acrid smell of sweat from that night’s exertions. She liked to dance. I knew that. I inched ever closer, terrified she would wake until my nose was an inch from my Mum’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t but I kissed her lips gently, looking all the way up her body to gauge her consciousness. Nothing. I let my tongue come out and lick, gently, carefully up Mum’s groove, not wanting to disturb her slumber, but my male urges goading me, pushing me on beyond what is right, beyond what is decent. I licked up her groove again, slowly circling the node that I thought hid her clit. I then went lower, seeking out that Aladdin’s cave, that secret slice of heaven between women’s legs. I found an indenture and pushed my tongue inwards. There it was. This was her secret self. This moist, velvet pocket of pleasure was where I had come from. And it was where I wanted to return. I circled, my spittle lathering up the hidden lips and its moistening mouth. I had a face full of Mum’s vagina and I wasn’t letting go, but I also needed some relief.
Just then, Mum stirred. I flew backwards, sprawling across the floor. But she merely sighed and kept to that drunken slumber I was so grateful to. I stood, not knowing what to do. Maybe she wasn’t as unconscious as I thought. But I needed relief and if I couldn’t touch her then I could still wank over her. Mum’s a slut and I know it. I think I get my brains from Dad, whoever he was, but Mum was the one who had raised me, and now, had me raised. I pulled my dick out and stood close, looming over her so my dick was right over her cunt. I started wanking, nothing subtle or long, just furious wanking straight off. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and at this rate I was going to cum all over my Mum, right on her cunt too!
Suddenly, Mum lurched forward and grabbed hold of my cock! She jerked it a few times and then swallowed it whole! Oh Fuck! - Mum’s Giving Me A Blow Job! - I froze as she devoured my teenage meat. The sudden warmth and wetness was too much, and Mum knew a trick or two with that soft wet writhing tongue of hers. I couldn’t help it - I blew! My cock pulsed and I sent four jets of pearly white down Mum’s throat, and she never even gagged. What a slag!
Mum pulled off me and lay back. “That was nice!” She said in a sexy voice no son should hear from his Mum. “You’re a sexy boy and your dick is lovely!” Her words were slurred and her eyes could focus, barely opening. Then she reached down to her exposed pussy and started playing with it. If I had been softening up before then this put a stop to it. I was instantly straining as my cock grew ever bigger. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on even when watching porn online.
She reached for my hand and pulled me over so she could grab my head and push it down between her legs to her now wet cunt.
“Why don’t you finish what you started?” She slurred.
She got no argument from me. I dived straight into Mum’s cunt tongue first. I licked around down there, a bit clueless I guess until Mum said, “Up a bit, yeah there. Tease my clit out.” I did and started licking all around it and over the top. “Yeah, that’s good. Good boy.” I used one hand to open her up, but my other one was jerkin’ the gherkin by now. Mum looked down at me, “Are you wanking?” I moaned affirmatively into her open peach and she pulled me up by my head so my cock was hovering at her pussy. It buffeted her puffy cheeks and she reached down and pulled it up to rest on top of wet sock. “That’s a nice one…” her words trailed off as she pushed it lower, mashing through her mushy pie to that hole I longed for, gaping like a guppy fish now, eager for some cock.
I slipped effortless into her silken glove, not the tight pleasure I was expecting, more like an oven mitt than a glove. But it was soft and wet, and I could smell her fishy juices. The feeling of slipping inside your Mum is one of the best you’ll ever know, especially if she’s a hot slut like mine. I love her and all, but I know what she is and so does she. I started fucking and she started moaning, glad to be fucked by someone, even if it was her own son. Not that she seemed to mind, or even notice. I was just a cock and she fucking loves cock! I’ve heard her fucking enough times - and wanked off while listening - to know that she likes it hard and fast. So, I just started slamming into her. I was balls deep in my Mum and it was fucking awesome!
She started panting, her face getting red, her neck too. She pulled her tits out of her dress and started feeling them up. I didn’t have time to feel them because I was holding onto her thighs and going for it - pumping her pussy like I’d never see pussy again. “Jesus!” gasped Mum and I wasn’t sure if she was going to sick or not. Puking up isn’t then best way to climax for sure. But I just kept slamming her, watching my meat pump in and out of my lovely slut Mum’s pussy!
And that’s when I could feel that feeling deep in my balls. I wasn’t going to last long. The silky slipperiness of Mum’s hot wet snatch just tortured me with exquisite pleasure and suddenly and thrust as deep inside Mum’s pussy I could get my cock and emptied three long jets of ropey pearl jam right up her cunt!
As I jerked to a halt, holding myself deep - that basic instinct to squirt as deep inside a woman as possible - I felt a flush of warm liquid around my cock and Mum breathed out heavily. As I tried to catch my breath my cock slipped out of Mum, a trickle of my cum and hers drivelling out of her gaping guppy hole. I recovered my breathing slowly. My sweat a sheen all over my exposed body, my muscles aching and refreshed at the same time. But what would Mum say now? Would she admonish me? Would she regret it? Would she cry?
I looked up and Mum was fast asleep.