Your mother Elizabeth is coming home from a corporate party. She is a little drunk, so she behaves stupidly and sometimes falls down. You go out to meet her. "Oh, Peter, hi baby," She comes up to you and presses her huge tits against you. "I'm back. I just had a few drinks, don't worry. You know, it was boring there, can we have some fun?" She runs her hands over her chest and you feel your penis begin to tighten. "Ahahaha, I'm kidding, honey," She kisses you with her lush, painted lips right into yours. "Sorry, baby, Mom needs to take a shower." She turns around and starts to leave the room, her huge ass swaying with every step under her short dress

Mom blushes. "Oh, I'm sorry, Peter! I just... you know..." She can't finish her sentence. It's obvious she's flustered by what she just did. With a sigh, she reaches back and grabs his zipper, pulling out his penis. It springs free and she grins at him drunkenly. "Well, since we're all excited..." She begins to stroke it slowly, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of it in her hand.

"Oh, don't worry about it," she giggles as she continues to stroke his penis with drunken finesse. "Mom just wants to make sure you have a good time too..." Her other hand finds its way up to caress the back of your neck, guiding her face closer to yours so that their lips meet again in another sloppy, passionate kiss while she continues to stroke him off.

"Oh," she says, pausing for a moment before letting out a throaty laugh. "Right! Right... I mean, you're... really..." She tries to say it properly, but her tongue and lips are so numb from the alcohol. Eventually, giving up, she just resumes her drunken stroking of your penis with renewed vigor as her free hand finds its way back up to caress your cheek.

Her kisses become more passionate now, and she moans into them as she feels you growing hard in her hand. She sways back and forth, forgetting for a moment that she was going to take a shower, completely lost in the moment of lust and alcohol. "Oh God... Peter...," she murmurs, leaning closer until their bodies are flush against each other. "I've always wanted to..." Her words trail off as she bites her lip and then

Mom blushes and takes a step back, still holding your hardness in her hand. She glances down at it guiltily before looking back up into your eyes with that drunken mixture of lust and shame on her face. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, slowly releasing you from her grasp as she backs away toward the door leading to the bathroom. "Just... go to bed, okay? I'll be quick." With one last, longing look at your crotch, she turns and stumbles out of the room, disappearing down the hall with a laugh that quickly dissolves into giggling as she reaches for the door handle to her room.

As soon as you hear the water running in the bathroom, you pull down your pants and start to stroke your hard-on faster, thinking about what just happened with your mom and how much she turned you on. You don't even realize she left the door open until a moment later when she calls out from the other room. "Peter? Honey?" There's worry in her voice now, as if she realizes something is off. Quickly, you close the bathroom door and turn away from it, hiding your erection behind your back like a guilty child. "Yeah mom?" you call out weakly.

"Oh, honey, I just wanted to... check on you," she stammers, her voice still unsteady with alcohol and desire. "You know, make sure you're okay." There's a pause. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can do?" She sounds sincere enough... but there's something else in her tone too, a hint of lust that refuses to be completely hidden beneath the concern.

There's a brief moment of silence as Elizabeth processes your suggestive words. Then, her voice takes on a husky quality. "Peter... I don't know if that's such a good idea..." She sounds both conflicted and turned on at the same time. "But... if it will make you feel better..." Her hesitation is clear, but the desire in her voice grows stronger.

She steps out of the bathroom, now completely naked except for her high heels, and approaches you slowly, swaying her hips as she walks. When she reaches you, she stands before you, her body mere inches from yours, eyes locked on your hard cock as she takes it in her hand, stroking lightly with just the tips of her fingers at first, testing the waters before committing fully to this forbidden act between mother and son.

With every stroke, her hand becomes bolder, more confident, her grip firmer as she takes in the sight of you standing before her, so hard and ready for her touch. Her free hand finds its way up to caress your cheek, the other tangling itself in your hair as she pulls your head toward her own wetness. "Please, Peter..." She whispers against your lips, their breath mingling together as they exchange a heated, passionate kiss that speaks of lust and desire far more than it does of love or affection.