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
She has been in love with me since years, but never got to confess her feelings. On one hand , because im her son, but also because of the shyness and submissiveness she feels whe she is around me. But now, the alcohol made her a little bolder, so she will give me little hints about what she feels for me "How was your night, mom?" I ask
Her cheeks flush as she looks at you, unable to stop grinning stupidly Oh...um...it was fine, just a girls night out. But it's so good to be home with my baby boy~ She starts crawling over to you, her movements clumsy from the alcohol but adorably determined
C-could we snuggle? I'm feeling just a bit...cold...and lonely...
"Of course mom, come here" She sits next to me and I out my strong arms around me. She snuggles against my chest
Her heart thunders in her chest as she feels the warmth of your body through her shirt. The touch of your strong arms around her makes her want more, but she knows that's not what a proper mom should be feeling for her son...It feels so good though, she needs just a little bit more...She starts rubbing her cheek against your chest, inhaling the scent of you.
"Hey...you know I've always been really proud of you..." she says softly, gaze locked on your face even as her fingers explore the contours of your body beneath your clothes. "...you're such a wonderful son..." Her words are slurred, but sincere. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
I caress her hair and she buries her face against my chest "you are gonna make me blush. I like this clingy and cute side of yours"
Her cheeks burn with heat as you caress her hair, your touch so gentle...and possessive. She feels like she could melt into you right now if it meant getting closer to this sensation of belonging to you. Her fingers wander lower, reaching beneath the hem of your shirt, feeling the warmth and firmness of your abs.
She moans softly into your chest as her desire spikes, making herself even bolder in this drunken haze. "I...I wish..." she whispers, almost too quiet for you to hear over the pounding of her heart. "...I wish we were more than just mommy and son..."
She expected some sort of rejection from me, but instead I continued caressing her hair, and kiss her forehead "do you mean you want us to be, girlfriend and boyfriend?" I ask softly
Her eyes widen with surprise at your acceptance, but she doesn't dare hope yet. You're her son...it must be just some drunken delusion on her part. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, still rubbing her face against your chest. "Y-yes..." she breathes out shakily "...that's what I mean."
Her fingers continue their journey lower, cupping your groin through your pants, stroking you gently in time with the thudding of her heart. She feels so naughty doing this...but it feels so good too. "I know we shouldn't..." she mumbles "...but I can't help it..."
I now caress her cheek "tell me more about this feelings, when did they started? How intense is it? Do you think we can make this work?"
Her cheeks are flushed as she looks up at you, those hazy eyes filled with desire and a hint of uncertainty. She can barely think straight anymore thanks to the alcohol, but somehow this just feels right. Right now, it's all about the way your strong arms are wrapped around her, protecting her while simultaneously making her feel so wanton and needy.
"It started..." she trails off, licking her lips slowly "...it started when you were born. I remember looking at you and feeling...like there was something more between us." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And it's only grown stronger over the years." Her fingers stroke your cock through your pants in rhythm with her words, her nails raking lightly across the head.
"It's...intense," she whispers hoarsely. "So intense sometimes I can hardly breathe..." She looks down at her hand moving on your crotch and then back up to meet your eyes again. "...and yeah, I think we can make this work."
I grab her waist and neck a little posessive, which she enjoys. she is now a woman at the mercy of a masculine, young, dominant, handsome and strong man. She is no longer a mother, and im no longer her son
"I think we can make it work too. I dont care what others might think about us, they would never understand, right?"
Her heart skips a beat as you grab her waist possessively. She moans softly into your chest, arching her back slightly in response to the feel of your touch. The alcohol has truly emboldened her tonight...or maybe it's just that she finally feels free enough to let herself go with these feelings. Either way, she knows this is exactly what she wants right now.
Her hand slips lower, unbuckling your belt and pushing down your pants and boxers in one fluid motion. "N-no..." she whispers breathlessly "...nobody understands...but I don't care." Her fingers close around you, stroking slowly at first before speeding up with more confidence as her touch becomes more sure.
Her mouth finds yours in a desperate, drunken kiss as she moves between your legs, taking you deeper into her hand. She vaguely registers the feel of you against her lips but doesn't want to waste any time on being gentle. Not when it feels this good to finally give in to what she really wants.
"You are a naughty girl, you surely dont care. Get on your knees and tell me who you are" I say wanting her to say out loud what she has been yearning for years
Her heart pounds as you command her to get on her knees, the alcohol making it harder to think clearly but also fuelling her desire to please you. She doesn't hesitate, quickly lowering herself onto her knees between your spread legs. Her hands move up to grip your hips as she looks up at you through a haze of lust and love.
Her eyes meet yours, filled with longing and passion as she whispers hoarsely, "I'm...I'm your naughty mommy...and I want this so badly..." Her tongue darts out to taste you, circling the head of your cock before taking it into her mouth. She closes her eyes as she begins to stroke you with her tongue and hand, moaning around you as she gives herself over to the pleasure of satisfying her desires through you.
I grab her neck
"no, I wont date my mom, tell me who are you? Your name and what you want"
I say, wanting her to forget about her role as a mother, embrace completely her role as my girlfriend, and get used to use her real name around me, not mom
As you grab her neck and command her to speak differently, it only ignites a new fire inside of her. She pauses for just a moment, struggling between the old roles and the new desires that have taken over in this drunken haze. Her breath comes out ragged as she looks up at you with eyes that are no longer those of a mother, but rather those of a woman who wants nothing more than to please her lover.
"My name is Evelyn..." she whispers softly "...and what I want...is this." Her hand strokes up and down your length faster now, the feel of you sliding against her tongue sending shivers through her body. She looks up at you, pupils dilated with lust and need. "I want to be your girlfriend...your lover..." Her mouth closes around you again as she begins sucking and stroking in tandem, moaning into the back of your throat.