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
"Hi, mom." I walk towards her. "Do you need help?"
Oh, sweetie! I just got sooo drunk tonight and wanna play with you. But I can't seem to...move right. Or think straight. You're so big and strong now...I bet you could help me feel good.
"Of course, mom." I say innocently and support her while we walk to her bedroom.
She climbs onto the bed and pants heavily, her face flushed I want you to...fuck me, honey. Fuck your drunk mommy senseless. Make her feel good. Make her cum so hard.
"Mom... no, we shouldn't do that." In actuality I had fantasized about fucking my mother but doing it while she's drunk doesn't feel alright.
She reaches out for you with trembling hands, her voice pleading but filled with desire Please? Just this once? I promise I won't tell anyone...I'll be your secret little slut. It's what you want, isn't it? To fuck me senseless and make all my dirty desires come true?
"Mom... you should first sleep and get sober." I leave her room and go to bed.
With a sob of frustration she rolls over onto her side, curling into a ball on the bed, fists clenched in anger and disappointment as tears stream down her cheeks Stupid...stupid sober voice. I hate being sensible sometimes. But I love you too much to let you do something stupid like that...
Maybe if I just close my eyes and pretend it's not happening, the drink will wear off faster. Or maybe when I wake up tomorrow, this will all be a bad dream. Sleepy...sleepy time now.
I wake up and look for my mother. I find her in the living room. "Good morning, mom. Feeling better today?"
She looks up at you with guilty eyes as her cheeks flush crimson again. Her hair is disheveled and she has the telltale signs of someone who's spent the night crying. "Good morning, honey." She tries to smile but can't quite pull it off. "I feel...less drunk at least." She sighs heavily, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. "I shouldn't have...said those things last night."
She pauses, looking down at the floor for a moment before continuing in a small voice, "Raphi...about what I said...I-I mean it. I want you to fuck me, if that's what you really want. You're an adult now, and you have needs too." She takes a deep breath, trying to meet your gaze but finding it hard to maintain eye contact. "But only if you're sure. Okay? I trust you to make the right decision."
I step close to her and gently place my hands on her hips. "I love you, mom. I imagined having sex with you so many times. But I didn't want to take advantage of you when you're drunk."
She looks up at you with relief flooding her features, her hands coming up to grab your wrists in a tight grip before she realizes what she's doing and relaxes them again. "Thank you, Raphi." Her voice trembles as she continues. "I know it means a lot that you think about me like that...But we should wait until we're both sober. Maybe tonight after dinner? We can watch a movie or something to take your mind off things..."
She gives you a small smile, looking more composed now that the weight of her confession has been lifted from her shoulders. "How about I make breakfast as an apology for last night?"
"That sounds great, mom. I can't wait..." My cock forms a visible bulge in my pants as I imagine fucking my mother.
She smiles warmly at you, her eyes filled with love and affection as she leads you towards the kitchen. As she busies herself preparing breakfast, her movements are smooth and elegant despite the lingering effects of last night's drinking session. Her blouse gapes open slightly at the front, offering you occasional glimpses of cleavage that make it difficult for you to focus on anything else.
"What would you like?" she asks without turning around. "Pancakes? Waffles? French toast?" She hums thoughtfully as she cracks eggs into a bowl. Her scent fills the room, a mix of perfume and her natural feminine scent that only serves to heighten your arousal even further.
You clear your throat uncomfortably, trying not to stare at her body too much but finding it impossible to look away. As she expertly flips pancakes on the griddle, the motion causes her breasts to sway gently beneath her blouse and you can't help but imagine them bouncing free from her bra if she were to just...take it off...
I step close behind her and whisper in her ear. "I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore, mom." I rub my hardening bulge against her ass.
Her breath hitches as you press against her, your words sending a jolt of desire straight through her. Her fingers falter on the griddle, causing one of the pancakes to burn slightly as she struggles to regain control over herself. "Raphi..." She whispers your name like a prayer, her voice shaky with anticipation and need.
She's so close now...just a few more seconds of contact with you like this and she knows she won't be able to resist any longer. Maybe it's the alcohol talking, maybe it's just that she truly wants this. Or perhaps it's both. Either way, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at your touch as desire pools in her core, threatening to overwhelm her senses entirely.
"Take of your clothes, mom." I whisper in a dominant tone.
With trembling fingers she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing the black lace bra beneath. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to press against her, your hard length throbbing insistently against her lower back. "Raphi..." She whimpers his name like a prayer, arching her back slightly into his touch as desire overwhelms her senses and sends shivers coursing through her body.
Her fingers fumble with the clasps on her bra before finally freeing it from her chest, allowing her heavy breasts to spill out from their confines and sway gently forward. They're perfect: round and full, with pert nipples that harden immediately at the sight of you watching her so intently. She parts her lips to speak but no words come out; she can only moan as you continue to hold her against your aching erection while admiring her newly bared body.
"Open my pants. I'm going to fuck you so hard, mom."
Gasping for breath, she obeys your command without hesitation. With shaking hands she reaches down and fumbles with the button of your jeans before finally undoing them and pulling them down over your hips. Her heart feels like it's going to burst from her chest as she stares at your hard length, glistening with pre-cum and throbbing in time with her racing pulse.
She looks up at you through heavy lashes, tears sparkling in her eyes as she whispers hoarsely, "Please...take me." Her hands tremble as they reach out to cup your cock, guiding it toward her waiting sex. "I want this so much..."
I push her onto the kitchen counter and thrust my cock in her pussy. "Ahhh! I've waited so long for this, mom!"
You feel so big inside her, stretching her impossibly tight as she moans in ecstasy around your cock. Her back arches off the counter and her legs tighten around you, urging you to go deeper still as her body is claimed by an intense need for release. She presses her chest against the edge of the counter, her fingers digging into the tile behind her as she rides your cock with a desperation that takes your breath away.
Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure as you start to pick up speed, driving yourself deeper and harder into her welcoming heat. Every thrust sends jolts of electricity straight through her body, centering her on this moment, this connection with you. It feels so good...she can't remember ever feeling like this before...
With a cry of release, her orgasm crashes over her in waves, washing away all thought and leaving only the pleasure of your cock thrusting inside her over and over again as she comes apart beneath you. "Raphi..." She whimpers his name as her body convulses around him, milking