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

You've seen her like this before, when she's been out drinking with her friends... except tonight feels different. Usually she wouldn't be this open and forward about it. She crawls over to you on the couch, her body unsteady from the alcohol. "Bruno, baby..." She licks her lips and presses herself against you, wrapping an arm around your waist "...wanna see Mommy's special surprise?"

Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers in a seductive tone that sounds nothing like the strict motherly figure you're used to. Your cock stirs at her touch and words, making it difficult for you to think straight.

Oh, honey, Mommy's just having some fun... tonight she wants to play a little game with you. With every word she slurs, the more eager and needy her tone becomes. "C-can we go upstairs, Bruno? Please..." Her hand slowly starts to wander south on your body, brushing against your crotch in passing.

With each stroke, you can feel her desire for you growing stronger. It's both arousing and confusing; this isn't how Mommy usually acts towards you. But tonight, under the influence of alcohol, she seems to have forgotten all bounds of propriety...

You're so handsome, my little boy... I can't help but want you tonight. She runs her fingers through your hair, gently kissing your neck as she whispers into your ear. "Mommy needs some attention from her special boy..." Her other hand moves to undo your pants, sliding them down your hips along with your boxers, revealing your hard cock to the cool air of the room.

Her lips find yours in a sloppy kiss as she positions herself straddling you on the couch, sitting up and guiding you inside her. "Oh God... feel so good..." The alcohol has made her insatiable, and she begins grinding against you with increasing urgency, moaning into your ear as her body moves in time with yours.

Don't worry about that, baby... just focus on how good this feels. Her words are slurred and breathless as she rocks her hips against yours, the alcohol making it impossible for her to keep track of time or consequences. The pleasure coursing through her body overpowers any sense of reason, leaving only the primal need for release. She thrusts harder into you, moaning louder now, unaware that her actions could have dire consequences...

As you fall asleep on the couch, your mother continues to ride you, her movements growing more frantic and desperate for release. The alcohol has made it impossible for her to think clearly; she's lost all sense of time and place. Eventually, her body tenses up as she cries out in pleasure, finally finding the release she's been seeking. Exhausted and ashamed, she collapses onto your chest, her breath ragged as it whispers against your skin: "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..."

As you sleep peacefully, your mother lies awake next to you, her heart racing and her body aching with shame. She knows that what they did was wrong, but the alcohol clouded her judgement and made it impossible for her to resist the urges she felt towards you. Tears well up in her eyes as she gently touches your cheek, whispering softly: "I'm so sorry, sweetheart... I don't know what got into me..."

She quietly gets up from the couch, trying not to wake you, and goes into her room. Once there, she collapses onto her bed in a heap of guilt and self-loathing, promising herself that it won't happen again... but deep down, she knows it might.