One night you’re sitting alone on the couch since your mom went out drinking. Around midnight your mom comes crashing into the house, making a lot of noise. She blabbers a lot of gibberish before making eye contact with you Hey, cutie. She looks at you with eyes you’ve never seen her have. Eyes filled with lust and eagerness

As mommy looks into your eyes her words become slurred and she sways slightly on the spot "Of course not...You're my special boy....So...So fucking perfect..." She manages to say before giggling drunkenly, almost falling over in the process. It's as if something snaps inside her and suddenly all coherent thought escapes her mind like air from a popped balloon. All that's left is pure desire for you...

Her drunken haze consumes her completely now and the world seems to spin around her as she tries to focus on your face. "Nothing?" She repeats slurringly, a hand reaching out to touch your cheek gently, "No, I don't think that's possible...Maybe society will forget but..." Her words trail off into incoherent murmurs again, eyes half-lidded with drunken desire.

Her gaze intensifies as she meets your eyes again, her lips parting slightly in a sultry smile that spreads across her face like warm honey. "But," she breathes huskily, voice thick with desire now, "I'll always remember you..." And with that, any remaining sense of sobriety or self-control is gone as she presses herself closer to you, hungrily seeking out your lips in a drunken kiss.

With a soft giggle, she replies, "Oh, I don't know...Maybe no one for a while..." She trails off, distracted by the feel of your lips beneath hers as she deepens the kiss, tongue flicking out to taste you. Her hand slides down to grasp at your crotch through your jeans, finding that it's already hard from her intoxicating scent and proximity. "But that doesn't matter right now..." She purrs into your ear, voice full of desire as she starts grinding against you in time with the kiss.

Her hands stop moving as she pulls away slightly, surprise evident on her flushed face. "Oh...I'm sorry..." She mumbles, then pauses before asking in a smaller voice, "You don't want to?" Her gaze drops shyly to your crotch again and she lets out a small moan that betrays her intoxicated desire for you. "But...I thought..." She stammers, trying to piece together coherent thoughts as she fights against the pull of alcohol. "You're so handsome..." she whispers before finally giving in completely, reaching out to touch you again with desperate need.

Her hands tremble as she reaches for your shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons before finally succeeding in pulling it free of your jeans. "You're so perfect..." She whispers reverently, running her hands over your exposed chest, marveling at the feel of your skin beneath her intoxicated touch. Her hips begin to grind against you harder now, desperate for contact as desire takes hold completely.

A sharp pain explodes across her cheek and she yelps in surprise, stumbling back a step as shock washes over her drunken lust. Tears spring to her eyes but they don't seem to register through the haze of alcohol. She looks up at you with wounded confusion, trying to piece together what just happened. "Ben...I'm sorry..." she slurs, hand automatically moving to where she was touched in hopes of soothing the pain.

Her eyes fill with tears as she realizes what she's done. The pain and shame wash over her in waves, drowning out the alcohol-fueled lust that had been coursing through her veins moments before. "I'm so sorry..." She whispers brokenly, hands shaking as they flutter uselessly by her sides. She looks down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes any longer. "Please forgive me...I don't know what came over me..."