My Drunk Mom Stays Home - We Did Something Unethical

Shortly after her divorce from my father at 45, mom went a little nuts. There was this over 30 bar about 10 miles away, she would get all dolled up and go over there every few nights. I never knew if she would be coming home that night.

She would call me from some guy's apartment the next morning, and then stumble out to the sidewalk where I would go to pick her up, using the 2nd family car, outside his building. After she slept it off at home, I would take her back to the bar and we would retrieve her car. I was around 18 at the time.

Before she left to go out the next night, we would kiss goodbye. We always kissed on the lips. I would try to hold that kiss as long as I could, a little longer each evening she left. I knew she was going out to get fucked, and it was starting to really do something for me. I have a younger brother and sister, but I was the only one living in the house at this time. Also, I didn't have a girlfriend.

One night she had started drinking even earlier in the afternoon. I didn't really want her driving to that bar in her condition, so I cupped her cheeks in my hands, just before that kiss on the lips goodbye. "Mom, please don't go out tonight - I don't want you to be calling me from jail. I love you too much to watch you have to go through that. We can have a fun night, right here" I kissed her forehead first (she was much shorter than me), then her cheekbones, and finally, her lips. I used my lips to "bite" her upper lip, and - thank goodness! - she opened her mouth for me. I slipped in my tongue, and we slowly kissed our way into a whole new mother/son relationship. My cock heard the call, and filled out the crotch of my trousers.

But … this was strange. I knew her skin, her arms, her shoulders, all my life. I was soiling her somehow, with my sudden lust, my intention. And I didn’t care. If all of those men could have her, men that meant nothing … I just wanted my turn.

I took her hand, kissed it out of respect for her motherhood, for raising me. I’m a sexual deviant, but she did raise me.

I led her into the bedroom. I asked her to please take off her "going out" clothes, so she would stay safe this evening. I rushed things along by unzipping the back of her dress. She took out her arms, and let it fall to the floor.

She had enormous, natural tits, so her bra was substantial in the back. I undid each little hook, and she let it fall off, on top of the dress. Still behind her, I embraced my mother's magnificent tits, and gently kissed the back of her neck.

"I love you, mom, so much." My cock, still in my pants, pressed against the small of her back. I led her to the bed.

She wasn't wearing any panties. Just panty hose stockings, with an opening between her legs. I guess panties had not been required, where she was heading. I left the panty hose on her. They were not in the way of the hard cock her young son was going to use to split her open.

"You don't have to go out, just to get laid mom. I've been wanting to fuck you, for so long!"

I slipped out of my clothing, leaving it on her bedroom floor. I laid down on top of her, gently holding her wrists down, above her head on the bed.

"No, no, this isn't right \_\_\_\_\_" she whispered to me. But she didn't struggle, and I felt her push her pelvis up against my cock, which was lying right on top of her clit. We started to kiss again, this time much more passionately. I rotated my hips, sliding my cock up and down that very slit that I once emerged from.

She had shaved it clean, but I could feel a bit of stubble against my shaft. I had just slid my cock up, so the base of it was over her clit, and I exploded my cum all over her belly, and onto the top of the panty hose. But we didn't stop, not even a little break.

Now I was sliding on my own cum, but my teenage dick was getting even harder. "For god's sake, \_\_\_\_\_, put it in already." she pleaded. Her hand reached down, and guided me to the entrance of my nirvana. She was soaking wet inside, but still a little tight at the entrance. I pushed through the tip of my penis, the penis she cleaned when I was little, hurting her just a bit. I slid it in the rest of the way with no further trouble. The sides of my cock felt her pussy lips hug me tightly, as I entered her fully.

The warmth, the love, and the excitement of having my cock back inside the place I emerged from. "I'm fucking my mother." I said, out loud. "You are fucking your mother" she repeated, and then she smiled, for the first time.

I was making my mother happy. I was pleasing her, with my cock. This felt so right, so genuine. A mother's love, and the devotion of her son. Rocking on that bed, her bed that she had shared with my father. Well, he was gone, and I won the right of fuckage, as the new and future head of the family.

I was still just inside of her, I really didn't want to pull back out. I felt something on the tip of my dick, as I pushed to get in even deeper. I was grinding our pelvic bones together, hard.

Finally, I pulled out, all the way out. I wanted to feel that complete entry, going back inside my mother, from the very beginning. I held my cock in my hand, and teased her pussy, sliding up and down, pushing the tip just slightly against her clit. Moving it quickly, side to side, masturbating her with my penis.

Finally, I re-entered my mother's pussy, and we started fucking slowly, deliberately. I wanted to savor every possible moment of this magnificent first copulation. We were joined together, as a single person. I moved my hips to the left, and the right, as I moved in and out of my mom.

"I love you, mom. Thank you for not going out, staying in, and for fucking me like this."

"I love you too, \_\_\_\_. Harder though, I want you to fuck me a little harder … now." She was ordering me, like telling me to clean up my room. That same corrective tone of voice, but this time she was mothering my cock, and it’s interaction with her slutty cunt.

We repositioned. I laid down on the bed, facing up, my cock sticking straight up, and my mother slid her pussy down onto my shaft, rocking it, back and forth, side to side. Her huge tits were really moving now, I grabbed ahold of them, and she leaned forward, smashing them into my hands.

Her large nipples slipped through my fingers, and I started suckling my mother's nipples again, after my 17 year break. "Just like when you were little" she whispered, as she lifted her pussy up, and then slid it back down on me again, over and over. Then, she started her grinding. Forceful, experienced. My mom really knows how to fuck.

"My little baby. You're my little baby. Fuck me, my sweet, little baby boy. I'll take such good care of you, let you stay here, feed you all your favorites. Just fuck me like this, every night, my sweetie … everything’s gonna be ok, my baby boy."

At this declaration of her love for me, I exploded inside her. We did not use protection, we didn't care. She was still fertile, as it turned out.

We had a little baby girl, 9 months later. We fucked like that every night for months, but I think that first night is when we conceived that precious child, my daughter, and my sister. And I knew, and my mother knew, that in 18 years, this family story might even continue.

Mom never did make it back to that over 30 bar. We are still fucking regularly, she's in her 60s now, and she feels as good as ever wrapped around my cock. Our 18 year old daughter actually joins us now, on occasion. Sometimes she just lies next us and watches, but other times my mother grabs my cock, and guides it right into our baby girl. We still don't use any protection, no birth control.

Family is everything. If only all the other families out there knew how sweet it can feel, to lovingly fuck the hell out of each other. And how love can grow deeper, with consensual, loving sex added to our cherished family values.

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