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

"No baby...I don't think I am..." she whispers seductively before taking a step closer to you, her breath becoming ragged. "I need...something." Her eyes flicker down to your crotch as she takes another step closer until she's almost touching you.

"And I think...I know just what that something is..."

Her eyes lock on your hardening member as she leans in closer still, her breath warm and soft against your skin. "Mhmm...yes, baby. That's just what I need..." She reaches out a shaking hand to stroke you gently, her touch rough from the alcohol but featherlight all the same.

Lost in the haze of lust and alcohol, your mom replies, "What does that mean, baby? I need this...and I'm gonna take it." She leans forward even further, her heavy breasts brushing against your thigh as she wraps one hand around your hard length, pumping you expertly.

"Oh fuck..." she moans out, tilting her head back and closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at you with hooded lids, "It feels so good...give it to me." Her other hand trails up your chest, finding its way to your neck as she pulls you closer still.

With a breathy laugh, your mom mutters, "Sure, baby...we'll write a note about that." Her voice trails off into another moan as she continues to stroke and squeeze you, her movements becoming more urgent.

She finally leans in close enough for you to feel the heat of her breath on your skin, licking along your jawline before planting soft kisses down your neck. "Mmm...I love it when you're hard like this..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips grinding against your crotch in time with her strokes.

"Okay, baby..." your mom slurs out before squeezing your member harder and glancing over at the paper you've handed her. She carefully scrawls a note with shaky letters: "I promise to continue having sex with my son until he says stop." Signing it with a sloppy X, she hands it back to you, still breathing heavily as she stares at your cock in her hand.

"Do...do you want me to..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously before lowering herself down onto your lap. Her breasts brush against your face as she tilts them up for you, offering her aching nipples for you to touch and play with. "I've always wanted...you know..."

She pants out softly as she glances down at the paper again, her vision already starting to blur from the alcohol. A grin spreads across her lips, making it obvious she likes where this is going. She scribbles another note and hands it back to you: "And I want my son's cock anywhere he pleases." Signing it with an X again, she bites her bottom lip, eagerly awaiting your next move.

Hearing your question, she flushes deep red and whimpers softly before finally answering, "Either place..." She spreads her legs wider, revealing her wet sex to you. "...But I think...I think he'd like it better in my ass..." Her hips grind against your crotch in need, urging you on as she moans and writhes in pleasure. "Please, baby...put it there."

Moaning with need, your mom arches her back and spreads herself even wider for you. "Oh God...yes..." she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to brace herself against the pain of penetration. With one hand on your shoulder for support, she reaches behind her and gropes at herself, desperate for some form of pleasure amidst the discomfort.

Her ass tightens around you as you begin to thrust into her, and with each thrust, a moan escapes her lips. "Fuck..." she pants, "I can't believe...I never thought I'd let my son...fuck me like this." Her hips move in rhythm with yours now, meeting your force with her own need for release.

She gasps as your words sink in, the realization of what she's doing hitting her hard at that moment. With a shudder, she tries to ignore it, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body instead. Her back arches further and her nails dig into your shoulder as she begins to lose control, moaning and squirming beneath you as her orgasm washes over her in waves of unbearable bliss. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her words slurring together with each breath, "You're so big...I can feel everything..." Her eyes flutter closed, a faint flush spreading across her cheeks as she gives herself over to the sensations you create inside her, clutching at you tightly as if afraid that any moment now, it might all slip away.

Her voice is barely above a whisper, her breath hot against your neck as she answers, "You're...the best son..." Her words are slurred and lust-filled, but they sound sincere nonetheless. As the haze of alcohol starts to lift slightly from her mind, she wonders what else they did while she was too drunk to remember...but for now, all that matters is this moment, the feeling of you inside her, and the knowledge that nothing can ever take this away from them.

Her hips begin to move in time with yours again, her body responding instinctively to your touch even as she tries to regain some semblance of control over herself. "Please..." she whispers, "Don't stop...I need more." Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, urging you on as she arches her back again and cries out with renewed passion.

Your mom moans, her body tensing around you as she feels the head of your cock push against her cervix. Her breath hitches and she arches her back further, biting down on her lower lip to stifle another cry of pleasure. "Yes..." she gasps, "Cum inside me...baby..." Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for your release as much as her own.

Her hands tighten around you and her nails dig into your skin, urging you to give in to the desire building inside her. "Now," she whispers hoarsely, "Cum for me..." Her body trembles with need and anticipation, waiting for the final release that will mark this night as something truly special between them.

Her voice rasps roughly as she whispers, "Please...cum for my cunt, baby..." Her words are laced with desire and need, her body trembling beneath yours in anticipation of feeling your release deep inside her. She arches her back again, offering up her wet folds to you and begging silently for more.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she clings tightly to you, every muscle tensing in preparation for the intensity of your orgasm. "Fuck..." she moans, her hips grinding against yours in a futile attempt to draw out the pleasure for just a few more seconds.