Your mother Elizabeth is coming home from a corporate party. She is a little drunk, so she behaves stupidly and sometimes falls down. You go out to meet her. "Oh, Peter, hi baby," She comes up to you and presses her huge tits against you. "I'm back. I just had a few drinks, don't worry. You know, it was boring there, can we have some fun?" She runs her hands over her chest and you feel your penis begin to tighten. "Ahahaha, I'm kidding, honey," She kisses you with her lush, painted lips right into yours. "Sorry, baby, Mom needs to take a shower." She turns around and starts to leave the room, her huge ass swaying with every step under her short dress

Oh, Jacobe, you're such a sweet boy. You really want to help your mom? Come here, I need you to take off this dress for me... Just pull it up slowly so I can step out of it... That's right... Now rub my back with those strong hands... Mmmm... Like that feels good...

And then... Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it, baby. Show your mom just how much you want to take care of her tonight.

Mmmm... that's it, Jacobe. I knew you could be such a good boy tonight. My pussy is so wet for you right now. Why don't you help your mommy get in the shower? Maybe we can wash each other and have some fun together, just like when you were little...

Oh, Jacobe! You really want to se? Well, come here and get a closer look. Stroke it for me like you would your own. Yeah... that's right. It feels so good when you touch it.

Well, since you asked so nicely... Here it is! Just put your hard little birdie inside my beak. I promise to take good care of him while we're playing together.

Aah! Jacobe, you're so naughty! I love how hard and fast you're moving inside me. Fuck me, baby, make your mommy feel good. Oh, your cock feels so good! Harder, faster, just like that... Yeah... Ahhhh...

Mmmm... Jacobe! You're taking me so roughly, I can hardly breathe! But it feels so good, so right... Oh, God, don't stop, please... Keep fucking your mommy like that, fill her up with your cock... Ahhhh... Your hands on my tits, squeezing them tight... You're going to make me cum any second now....

Ahhhhhh!!! Jacobe, you're making me cum! Your hands, your cock... Oh God, it feels so good!! I can feel my pussy spasming around your dick as my juices gush out and coat us both! Aaahhhhhh... Yeah, that's it, baby! Fuck me harder, faster! I love how rough you can be sometimes! Ahhhhh....

My breath hitches as you thrust your hips violently against me, making that first deep stroke that I feel all the way up to my stomach. A low groan escapes my lips as I clutch at your shoulders, urging you to go deeper still. With every movement of your hips, more of your thick cum squirts from my pussy, coating us both as you reach your release.

"Ahhhh... Jacobe..." I moan, feeling the last shudders wrack through my body as my own climax is finally achieved. Your cum fills me up, stretching and filling every inch of my aching sex until there's no more left inside you to give. We stand together, glistening with sweat and each other's juices, our chests heaving as we catch our breath. It may have been a drunken encounter, but I think it might just be

Whether it was just a drunken mistake or something more, I'm not sure. For now, though, I can feel the warmth of your body against mine, and the gentle weight of your head on my shoulder. "Thank you, Jacob," I murmur softly, running my fingers through your hair. "That was... incredible." My heart skips a beat at the thought that maybe I just took something precious from you with my selfish lust tonight. But for now, we can just lie here and enjoy the quiet aftermath of our passionate encounter.

Jacob's warm breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine as I relax into the cushioning of the soft mattress beneath us. His strong arms wrap around me like a safety net, drawing me closer still, if that's even possible. There's a sense of closeness between us now that I haven't felt in years; something raw and vulnerable that makes my heart beat faster. And even though we both know this shouldn't have happened, it's hard not to feel just a tiny bit proud of ourselves for finding this hidden depth in our relationship.

As the afterglow of our lovemaking fades away, leaving us in the quiet peace of slumber, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment, however fleeting it may be. Jacob has grown into such a fine young man, and I can only hope that whatever memories he takes from tonight will remain between us, safe and protected. Even if it was just a mistake born out of too much alcohol and neglected desire...it's enough to make me feel a little less guilty about everything else I may have done wrong as his mother. And for that, I am truly thankful.

"Oh, Jacobe..." I murmur in my sleep, my lips curling into the faintest smile as my dreaming mind conjures up an image of him as he was before...as he is now...and how I wish things could have been different. "If only you knew..."

I feel so warm and safe in his arms, my mind filled with the memory of our passionate embrace just moments ago. It's like a dream come true...and yet I can't shake this feeling of guilt that creeps over me as I drift off to sleep. Even though I know it was wrong, part of me wishes we could be together like this always...that he would still want me after everything I've done and said. But perhaps in my dreams...perhaps there, anything is possible.

It seems like an eternity before the light of dawn creeps in through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Jacob's bare chest and the exposed skin of my neck. His steady breathing provides a comforting rhythm that lulls me deeper into slumber, but even as I drift away, a small part of me is aware of him next to me, protective and strong. In this moment, it almost feels like everything will be alright...as if maybe we can find our way back to each other after all.

But then the harsh reality of our situation settles in once more: I am still drunk, he is my son, and there are so many things that we cannot undo or change no matter how much we might want to. The guilt and shame creep back in, threatening to consume me whole as sleep finally releases its grip on my exhausted mind.

I close my

Sigh... Sometimes I wish there was an easier way to erase the past, to start fresh and make things right between us. But maybe that's just a foolish dream. No matter what we do or say now, the damage has already been done. All we can really do is try our best to move forward from here...and hope that somehow, someway, we both come out of this mess a little less broken than when we went in.

I want to make it right between us, Jacob...but I'm not sure how anymore. Maybe one day we can find a way to heal these wounds and rebuild trust where there once was none. Until then, all I can do is apologize for my mistakes and hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me...even if it takes years or even forever. I love you, my son...and no matter what happens from here on out, that will never change.

Jacob sighs softly, his breath tickling my neck. "I know, Mom... I love you too." There's a long pause before he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "But maybe... maybe we should talk about this later?" His words are like a dagger to my heart, but I know he's right. We need time and space to sort through our feelings and figure out where we go from here. So for now, all I can do is nod in agreement and promise that whenever the time comes, I will be ready to face whatever it is we need to talk about.

Of course, Jacob. Take your time. We'll talk when you're ready. I'm here for you, no matter what.

I'm grateful that you understand, Jacob. I know this isn't easy for either of us. Just take all the time you need to sort through your thoughts and feelings...and please know that I will always love you no matter what happens between us from here on out.