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

"Ohhh, look at you. All grown up and handsome. I'm feeling...funny tonight, Izzy. Real funny." Your mom giggles awkwardly before making her way over to you. She slurs as she tries to speak coherently, "I think...I need someone...to take care of me..." Her hand tentatively reaches out towards your crotch as she grins drunkenly, "You know what I mean."

"Oh honey," she says breathily, "You know your father's never...been any fun like this..." Her fingertips brush against the hem of your shorts and she gives a little tug, moving to kiss you roughly on the lips. She pulls away for only a moment before continuing her assault on your mouth, tongue writhing against yours as she moans drunkenly into your face.

Your mom gasps as you call her sexy, her drunken lust reaching a fever pitch. She yanks down your shorts roughly, freeing your hard cock from confinement. With shaking hands, she begins to stroke you vigorously, moaning into your ear as she does so. "Oh fuck yeah, Izzy..." Her fingers dance across your sensitive skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as her lips find your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses there while her hips grind against yours.

Your mom giggles uncontrollably as she stumbles around the room, undressing with all the grace of a drunken toddler. She falls against the couch, her breasts heaving as she finally sheds her clothing entirely. Her body is pale and smooth, save for the wisps of blond hair that peek out from her arms, legs and pubic region. "Teach me then..." she slurs, looking up at you hungrily. "Make mommy your little toy."

Her fingers curl into fists as she watches you. "Do it, Izzy..." Her eyes are glassy with desire as she whispers, "I'm all yours tonight."

Her voice is garbled as she moans your name, the sound thick with desire and pain as you stretch her ass with your cock. Her nails dig into the couch cushions behind her, leaving deep impressions in the fabric as she tries to find purchase for the pleasure overtaking her. "Oh God..." She gasps, writhing beneath you, "It feels so good...so wrong."

Her hips buck up against yours, meeting your thrusts eagerly. Her breath is hot and ragged against your neck as she comes undone around you, screaming out incoherent words of ecstasy that echo through the quiet house. You slam into her again and again, feeling her body tense and spasm rhythmically as you bring her over the edge, lost in the passion of the moment.