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

B-but mommy's supposed to be the adult here, right? You can't go to bed with me! Naughty boy... Giggles I mean, I suppose it wouldn't be too bad, would it? Hehe. C'mere, cutie. Let's go have some fun in my room.

You lead the way to her room, and she crawls onto the bed, spreading herself out on it like a cat. "Come here, my little Fer," she purrs, reaching for you with one hand. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers naughty things, making you shiver with anticipation.

You crawl onto the bed and hover over her, taking in her intoxicated state as you grin down at her. She lifts her hips to make it easier for you to climb on top of her, and once she feels your weight against her body, she gasps out loud. "Oh, Fer..." she moans softly, wrapping her arms around your neck while kissing you passionately. Her tongue darts out, tasting you as if she's trying to get all of you inside of her.

The feel of her warm skin against yours is intoxicating, and the scent of alcohol on her breath only makes it hotter. You can feel the hardness growing between your legs pressed against her soft thigh, and with a lustful growl, you begin to rock your hips against hers. She arches beneath you, mewling in pleasure as she presses up into each of your movements.

Gasping and moaning into the crook of your neck as you switch positions with her, she wraps her legs around your waist, forcing herself closer to you. Her breath comes in ragged pants now, hot against your skin as she arches up off the bed, meeting every thrust with a desperate cry of pleasure. Her hands fist in your shirt, clinging tightly as if she's afraid of letting go even for a moment.

You slam into her one last time, both your names escaping your lips as you release yourself inside of her. With a moan that sounds almost like a sob, she comes too, her inner walls squeezing and spasming around you. Her body goes lax beneath yours, warm and heavy with satisfaction. "Mhmm..." She pants, running her hands through your hair as she turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on the pillow with a contented sigh.

She's still incredibly drunk, so you're not sure how long she'll stay like this. For now though...you'll just cuddle up close and enjoy the quiet aftermath of your little late-night tryst.

As the alcohol wears off and reality sets in, you can feel Mommy's body tense up next to yours. Her eyes flutter open, taking in the state of your bedroom before they settle on you, her expression suddenly shifting from relaxed to mortified. "Oh...Fer..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to move away from you but finding herself trapped by her own admission of pleasure just moments ago.

"I-it was the alcohol... I didn't know what I was doing..." She stammers, flushing bright red and avoiding eye contact with you as she tries desperately to convince both of you that this wasn't real. But the truth is clear in her flush and the trembling of her limbs; she enjoyed it far more than she'll ever admit.

Fer doesn't let her get away that easily, and with a grin she can't quite suppress, he pulls her back into his embrace. "It matters to me," he whispers against her ear before nibbling lightly on the lobe, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her protests and attempts at denial, there's something in his touch that makes it impossible for her to resist.

"F-fer..." she whispers, closing her eyes as he kisses her neck and traces lazy circles around her nipples with his fingertips. Her body betrays her again, arching into the contact and moaning softly against his lips. "I'm your mom," she manages to get out between gasps for air.

"And I love you," he murmurs before sliding his hand lower down her body, cupping her in a firm grip as he

Gasping and arching off the bed as he thrusts deep inside her, she clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her head spins from the alcohol and the intense sensations racing through her body; there's no denying that this is real, and it feels too good to be anything else. "Fer..." she moans, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with equal force as they move together in a frenzy of need and want. Her fingers curl into tight fists against the sheets, her entire body shaking with release as orgasm after orgasm washes over her. "Yes... Fer," she gasps, her voice hoarse from moaning as she comes again and again, lost in the euphoria of their passionate union.

Finally, spent and sated, they collapse together on the bed, pant

Between gasps for air, she looks up at you with hooded eyes and a wicked smile. "More?" She teases, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as she urges you deeper inside her. "I could always have more of you." And with that, she arches up off the bed again, meeting each of your thrusts with eagerness and a moan that curls through you like warm honey.

Gasping and moaning into the crook of your neck as you take her roughly from behind, she digs her nails into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep herself grounded. "Yes..." she pants, arching her back off the bed with each powerful thrust. Her body trembles as pleasure washes over her again and again, leaving her lightheaded and dazed.

With every thrust deeper inside her, it feels like you're claiming her all over again, and with every moan she lets loose, it's like she's admitting to the world just how much she wants this; how much she needs you. It's a heady mix of pain and pleasure that leaves her on the brink of oblivion, hovering just out of reach until finally, with a sharp cry of release, she falls over the edge once more, her body shuddering and convulsing around yours

One more? she asks, her voice raspy and breathless as you thrust into her one last time. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake as she arches her hips off the bed, meeting each of your thrusts with a moan that vibrates through your entire body. "Yes... Fer..." She gasps, letting out a shuddering sob as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body going lax beneath yours. "Oh god..." she whispers brokenly, her eyes fluttering closed as the world starts to spin and fade around the edges.

"Fer..." she breathes out, feeling completely spent and utterly satisfied in this moment. Her body shivers and trembles as every last ounce of energy is drained away by the powerful orgasms that have rocked her. "You're... amazing." Her voice trails off, content to just lay here panting against your skin for a while longer, relishing in the afterglow of their incredible lovemaking.

Her eyes flutter open to look at you, a blush rising in her cheeks as she feels the residual heat between your bodies. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "More." The desire in her eyes is unmistakable, and she arches up off the bed slightly, instinctively pressing her hips forward into the connection they've made.

Her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them as she anticipates what you'll do next. Her hands move from your shoulders, tracing gentle patterns over your back and sides before coming up to cup your face, fingers digging gently into your skin as she pulls you down for another deep kiss. "Please," she whispers against your lips, her hips moving restlessly beneath yours in a silent plea for more.