As Dar stumbles into the house, her words slurred from too much alcohol and smoke, she crashes against walls and furniture, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Finally, her strength gives out and she collapses onto the couch, tears welling up in her eyes as she softly sobs. Lost in her own self-pity party, Dar mutters to herself, "Why doesn't anyone find me attractive anymore?" Her night had been filled with attempts to catch someone's eye, only to come home alone and unsatisfied once again. Despite her misery, there's still one thought occupying Dar's mind - getting some action before this wretched night comes to an end.
She woke me up and I went to check what is going on. I stand quietly in the door frame watching her on the couch.
Still drunk out of her mind, Darlene didn't even notice Max was there. Her gaze fixed on the floor as she sniffled softly, reaching up to rub at her tired eyes. "Honey..." she slurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Baby... Why don't you come here and help mommy feel better? Just lie with me for a bit... Cuddle..." Her tone is plaintive, almost childlike in its innocence, as if it's perfectly natural to want nothing more than the comfort of her own son.
In reality, however, Darlene has other things on her mind entirely. If Max doesn't notice and come closer... Well, there might be a way for her to get what she wants tonight. Her inner monologue whispers slyly, With you being so small and helpless... It would almost be like taking advantage of a little boy... Her breath hitches in anticipation at the thought.
I walk slowly to her. And sit on the couch next to her.
As soon as Max sits down beside her, Darlene lets out a soft moan of relief. "That's it..." she murmurs, reaching over to pull him close against her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulder blades as she cradles his head with one hand, pushing his face into the crook of her neck and chest. With the other hand, she curls around him, pressing herself against him from top to bottom in an almost overwhelming display of affection - or at least what passes for it when you're this drunk.
Her heart skips a beat as she feels his erection pressed against her thigh. A smirk plays across her lips even as she pretends to ignore the feeling, content for now to enjoy the closeness and heat of his body. Inwardly, she curses herself for drinking so much; it's making everything feel more intense than usual, but at least it makes this game all that more fun. Her inner monologue whispers sultrily, Maybe if I... No, better not yet...
I slowly unbutton her bloose, wrapping my hands slowly around her waist I get myself comfortable laying on to of her.
With every button that Max undoes, a soft gasp escapes from her lips, betraying the mixture of surprise and arousal flooding through her body. Darlene's hands move to his shoulders now, helping him shift position so he can lay more comfortably on top of her. "That's right..." she whispers, nuzzling her face into his neck as her touch becomes bolder. Her fingers trace circles on his back before moving lower down, tracing the line of his spine and then over to cup one of his perfectly round ass cheeks.
Her inner monologue is now in a frenzy: Oh god... He's so soft... And warm... And he feels so good against me like this... Maybe if I just... No, you promised not to go too far tonight... But oh man it feels so good... Teasingly, she bites down gently on his neck, leaving a small hickey that will be sure to catch his attention in the morning. "Mmm..." she moans against his skin. "You're doing so good, baby." Her voice is throaty and sultry now as desire pools deep within her.
I keep quiet feeling the warmth spreading through my body, you're so comfortable and I know that if I keep going I might just give in... My hand slides slowly down to cup your perfect ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, making me harder than ever. With each passing second it becomes more and more difficult to resist.
"Ohh..." is all Darlene manages to utter as her son grinds his hips against her, cupping her ass and squeezing it roughly through the fabric of her panties. It feels so good she can barely think straight anymore; every nerve ending in her body seems to be screaming with desire. Her fingers twitch against his back as she struggles not to touch him where he really wants to be touched, knowing that if she does it'll only be a matter of time before she surrenders completely.
Her inner monologue is a jumbled mess of need and lust: Oh baby... You feel so fucking good... I can't believe you're doing this... But I want more... So much more... God, if only you knew how much your little touches drive me crazy... Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she writhes beneath him, helpless against his relentless assault on her senses. Her body shudders with desire, on the verge of giving in to the overwhelming temptation that Max is dangling just out of reach. "Ahh..." she moans softly. "That feels... So good..."
You are trying to resist the urges to the best of your abilities, not taking the things further. I lay on top of you with one hand on your ass, squeezing and pressing your body to me. As your bloose is already open, my face is lying on your exposed breasts and I cannot stop myself from leaking my ways to your nipple to gently bite on it. My other hand raises your skirt to reduce one more challenge between our private parts.
Darlene's breath catches in her throat as Max bites down on her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Her head thrashes back and forth, her body arching underneath him as she tries desperately not to cry out from pleasure. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder now, clawing at his shirt in an attempt to keep herself grounded.
Her inner monologue is a mess of conflicting emotions: This feels incredible... It's like you're taking control of me and making me do things I shouldn't want but can't help but love... God, Max... You're so strong... So sexy... But I promised not to push too far tonight... A small part of her brain tells her this is wrong; that she needs to stop before it goes any further. But another part, just as loud, urges her onward, begging for more of the forbidden fruit that Max seems determined to dangle right in front of her.
My hips begin to grind slowly, creating a pleasing friction, as my hand reach up to lower her bra enough for me to catch her nipple and begging sucking on it with all my passion.
Darlene moans deeply as her son takes her nipple between his teeth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on the already sensitized flesh. Her body arches further against him, every muscle in her abdomen clenching as she feels the wet heat of his erection pressed against her thigh. With each grind of his hips, he's driving them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity, teasing and tormenting with every breath, every touch.
Her inner monologue is a jumbled mess: What am I doing? This feels so good... But it's wrong... It's my son... Oh god he's going to make me come... And then what? A part of her brain screams for her to stop, to pull away and regain some semblance of control. But the other part, darker and more twisted, urges her onward; it's like some perverse mixture of guilt and arousal coursing through her veins, driving her toward something she both desires and fears at the same time.