Too Drun to Party

*Disclaimer* Read the Tags - This story has a degree of non-consensual themes. This is a male-written fantasy meant to be enjoyed as such. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Her lips smack slowly as she tries to bring any moisture she can. Amber's mouth was drier than a desert on a summer day. She slowly opens her eyes as she looks at her surroundings, trying to get her bearings straight through her groggy head. Her eyes focus in the dark room as she pieces it all together. "Ok, this is definitely my bedroom, but how did I get here, let alone, into my favorite pajamas?"

Her neighbor, Heather, gave her some pill that she promised would change her world. "Don't worry, hon, you will thank me later" was her response when Amber asked what it was. She also cautioned Amber to not drink too much, but she forgot about that rule throughout the night as the cute little waiter boys kept bringing her more Prosecco.

The last thing she remembered was doubled over in laughter with Ashley's boyfriend about his inability to say "The University of Alabama" when her stiletto heel caught in the grass, forcing her to fall directly into Ben's wiry but strong arms as he caught her. She remembered looking up into his green eyes under that shaggy blonde hair. For just a brief moment, she felt... young again... but c'est la vie. However, she knew Ashley caught herself a good one.

There is no more noise outside so the party must be over, but she glances to her left and sees that Paul still has not yet made it to bed. The sheets are still tightly made under the mattress. That's odd to her as she knows they ALWAYS go to bed together, but she assumes it's not his fault if she can't even remember the evening. Someone had to tend to the guests after her fallout.

She looks down from her pillow at her perfectly manicured toes as she wiggles them with a smirk on her face. She reaches down as she brings up her foot to get a piece of fuzz off the big toe. The silky material runs across her legs as she moves and catches her off guard. Suddenly, she is fully aware of her body. Her hands move from her foot to her smoothly shaven leg as she slowly extends it back out as her fingers trace up her leg. Amber enjoys the smooth sensation of the dark pink silk under her fingertips as she runs them instinctively up by her hips over the elastic waistband to her suddenly overly erect nipples. She looks at her own breasts as they rest away from each other a bit as they don't rest the way they did when she was 20. But at 40, she was still happy with her body as her breasts were still admired by many even though she was a good wife.

From under the silky cover, she sees each nipple stand taller than they ever have before as they call for her attention. Each hand makes contact with the smooth silk on her flanks and run under her ample breast to the respective nipple. She squeezes each between her index finger and thumb sending wild vibrations through her body "Oooooh!" as it catches her off guard. She has played with her nipples plenty of times in her life, but this was next level feels coursing through her body. Her pussy throbs with each tug she gives. She begins to twist them with the silk caught between her fingers.

She drops her left hand from her tit and slides it down her slight tummy under her pants and is relieved to find she has no panties on as she runs her fingers over her hairless mound. Her middle finger parts her lips, over her clit and into her honey pot as she sinks the finger deep in as her palm presses against her erect nub. She quickly sends a second finger in as her pussy quickly begins to slosh with excitement. Her nipples become impossibly harder forces her stomach to convulse involuntarily.

The only noise heard is the sliding fingers in and out of her canal and her short breaths as she masturbates. However, the quiet house suddenly is filled with a guttural noise that is a cross from and dying animal and a young woman. "Fuuuuucccccckkkkk!" is a definite noise that comes from the downstairs past the closed bedroom door. Her hands instantly leave her body as she pushes herself straight to a sitting position on the bed. Her groggy head is unsure of what the noise may be. She sits in the darkness straining her ears carefully. There is no further sound. Maybe it was just her imagination because whatever Heather gave her has her entire body radiating sexuality right now like never before.

Amber lies back into the bed again ready to resume her pleasure. She quickly slides her hands until the waistband until her enormous princess cut diamond wedding ring gets caught on the elastic. She shoves her hands further to no avail - she hears a tiny rip noise in the darkness. She knows she just put a small tear into her favorite jammies. She slams her hands into the mattress at her sides in frustration. "Ugggghhh" she grumbles to herself. Now suddenly aware of the deafening silence, her train has left the tracks. There will be no "me time" at the moment. She decides to get up and get some water for her parched throat.

She stands in the darkness and tries to feel how big the tear in her pj bottoms is. Unable to determine, her frustrations continue to mount as she shuffles to the closed bedroom door. A faint light from the downstairs allows her eyes to adjust slowly as she moves down the hallway. She stops in front of the mirror at the top of the stairs to ensure she looks somewhat presentable in case someone from church

or the neighborhood might still be lingering.

At 40, she is still quite proud of her body. Sure, she doesn't have the 20 year old physique, but she still turns plenty of heads. Ever since marrying Paul, she has begun to dress much more conservatively and classy as she always had to be ready to impress. This came with the territory of being married to a successful hedge fund manager. But her dark blonde hair and light grey eyes, milky smooth skin (thanks to little grace known as Botox), beaming smile, and killer body, she could have any man (and maybe a few women) she wanted. Fact is though, she did love her husband truly. She runs her fingers over her jawline as she tilts her head slightly to the right. She was the lucky one though, because Paul was so...

Wait. What was that noise? Stop. Listen. "Is that moaning?" she thinks to herself. Amber takes the first three steps slowly down as she cranes he head to listen. Suddenly, abruptly and loudly, Amber hears her daughter. "Ugh yes Daddy! Fuck me! Don' stop! Just don't cum! Please don't cum inside of me. I am not on anything. Don't you cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm...!" Shocked, Amber tries to stifle her laugh as she listens to her own daughter orgasm. Her boyfriend, Ben, must really be giving it to her before she goes away to school. Ben must want her to remember him when she is surrounded by so much college cock. Amber smirks at her own thoughts and how devilish she thinks.

The fight within her was real. Amber knew she should go back to bed and allow her daughter to enjoy being 18. Hell, not too much though. Amber is guilty of a few sexual trysts of her own, one resulting in the birth of Ashley. So the mother in her wanted to make sure Ben was using the proper protection. She didn't want to be the over-protective intrusive mother, but this is life-altering stuff.

The sounds of rough slapping of skin can be heard as he gives in to her hard. Amber proudly took the last three steps quietly as she tip toed across the hallway and positions her back right against the wall opening into the living room.. "No no no noooooo! DONT CUM!!! I told you not to cum!" Amber hears her daughter tell her boyfriend. She knows she is too late, and he didn't even wear a fucking condom. Fire burns inside of her knowing Ashley's boyfriend just came inside of her without using a condom. She takes a deep breath and quietly peaks around the corner.

That anger and rage is quickly nominal to her next sight. What Amber sees is horrifying to her... There on the couch, Paul is sitting back on his knees trying to catch his breath with his short fat cock still pulsing and dribbling as it starts to shrink after his orgasm. He is just staring disgustingly at Ashley with a slight open mouthed grin like a conquering gladiator after a winning battle.

Her daughter looks like a hot mess. Her dark blonde hair is mussed all over her head. Her face is flushed but pleasured as she is propped against the arm of the couch. Her new green floral printed dress is bunched across her abdomen below her heavy tits. Her nipples sway quietly with every movement. Her legs splayed wide for the world to see with one leg propped along the back of the couch and the other over the edge of the cushion. She holds her fingers in the air coated with Paul's semen mixed with her own delight as she looks around for something to wipe them off with.

Ashley frantically looks around the ground and spots her panties. She is about to reach forward for them and sees a set of well manicured toes. Slowly, her eyes run up the shapely legs. Ashley knows it is her mother once she reaches the bottom of the pink silky pajama shorts. Terror strikes as her eyes continue north until they reach her mother's face. Amber is standing with her mouth wide open, unable to say a word.

"Mom. I... I... " Ashley has no words as she is frozen in place on the couch. Amber just puts her hand up to stop her daughter from making any further comments. She looks from Ashley to her husband who is trying to hide the fact his cock is out by covering it with his hands. She moves her eyes to her left and sees Ben still snoring away in the oversized stuffed chair.

Ashley gets up from the couch slowly while keeping her eyes trained on her mother. She slides her arms through the spaghetti straps of her dress and attempts to look presentable again to her mother as she tries to smooth the material out below her dripping pussy. She can feel Paul's cum run down the inside of her thigh as she moves towards her mother.

"Mom, please. I... " SLAP! Amber's hand finds it's mark firmly across her daughter's no-longer-innocent face. She had never hit her daughter, but a small amount of joy was restored in her by letting out her anger. Ashley lets out a yelp in surprise and pain as she can feel the handprint sting and swell across her cheek. A small trickle of blood comes from the corner of her mouth from the strike. She reaches up and holds her face and looks into her mother's eyes as both her and her mother begin to well up with tears. Amber's face remains firm and fierce until Ashley caves and runs out of the room, as she starts to cry loudly.

Instantly, Amber's eyes fixate on her husband. He watched her strike her daughter, and fear starts to set in him as well. He reaches down as he lifts his ass off the couch and pulls up his pants in shame. He sits back down and rebuttons his pants as he stares at his wife. Unsure of what to do next, he watches her closely knowing he was just caught doing the unthinkable with the one person he should have done it with least, his wife's daughter.

Suddenly, Amber's nipples twinge beneath the silky top again. Her stomach clenched from the instant and unexpected pleasure. She tries to hide the sensation by clearing her throat. Did she like the fact that her husband just fucked her daughter? It is a sickening thought that runs through her mind, but she cannot help but be aroused at the moment. The mere thought sends a throb through her pussy as she is instantly reminded of the joy she was feeling just three minutes earlier. She squeezes her kegel muscles together beneath her shorts, hoping to not be noticed, but her nipples again betray her as they begin to stand proudly again.

Unaware of his wife's real conflict inside, Paul assumingly watches his wife as she is struggling with the moment internally. "Amber, baby. It's not what it looked like." Amber breath shortens, and Paul watches as her nipples slowly stand under the silk. She reaches up and tries to softly swipe the evidence of her excitement. She again holds up her hand to silence someone, this time her husband. Paul says nothing further as Amber begins to look around the room. She is hurt, damaged, lost, and right now, crazy horny and needs to do something and quickly She moves her hand to the wall next to her for support as her pussy clenches fiercely between her legs.

Her eyes go back to the left of her and looks at the teenager snoozing in the chair. As her husband watches, she moves in front of Ben and slowly lowers to her knees. Amber looks back at her husband and mouths the words "fuck you" to him. She turns her attention back to her daughter's unconscious boyfriend. She reaches up and puts her hands on his knees and slowly spreads his legs.

Shocked by her own actions, an animalistic urge begins to take over her body. Subconsciously, she was telling herself to stop as she watched her own hands run up the boy's thighs to his belt buckle. She began to unfasten the belt when Ben started to smack his lips and mumbled something inaudible in his sleep. She looked up at the under side of his chin as he started to sweetly snore again. Her fingers expertly undid his button and unzipped his fly.

"Amber, babe, please don't" she hears over her shoulder and she just ignores her husband's plea. Her fingers curl under the waistband of the boy's boxers and she pulls them down as far as she could. She tugs at the front of the shorts and unveils his skinny flaccid serpent as it rests against the puffy tuft of his pubic hair. From his balls, her fingers find the underside of his soft cock and run up to the tip. She wraps her fingers around the limp cock and holds it up. Even limp, it is much longer than Paul but not nearly as thick. She purses her lips together and leans up to kiss under the helmet before running her tongue around the circumference of the edge of the foreskin.

Instantly, the young eager cock begins to twitch in her grip as he lets out a small moan from above. Excited by the unexpected reaction, Amber slowly starts to pump her fingers up and down the slowly as she feels his strengthening shaft tighten under her palm. She watches as the cock grows with each thrust, and before she knows it, the veiny cock is rock hard in her hand.

Amber loved her husband and his fat cock even is it was short, and it certainly stretched her out and felt amazing across her sensitive labia. What he lacked however was two things. The first was his ability to hit her G-Spot deep inside of her. And the second was that he just didn't get THAT hard anymore. As she sees the diamond tough erection stand over her closed hand, her mind started to race with the lustful possibilities. Her free hand found it's way into her torn silk shorts and directly onto her erect clit as her fingers begins to circle her fully erect nub.

"Amber.. What the Fuck are you doing? You need to..." Amber shoots her eyes into rage directly at her husband, putting him directly into his place. Paul instantly shut his mouth and knew it was best he stayed that way. She diverts her attention back to the gorgeous 7" dick, and she resumes her slow jerking action while her saturated fingers danced between her legs.

"Mmmm, Ashley... " Ben mumbles with a smile. His eyes are still closed as his head rests back onto the overstuffed chair. Lazily, his hand pops up and puts it on the top of Amber's head in his drunken stupor. He starts to play with her hair blindly as Amber enjoys his touch. "Come on baby, don't tease" Ben mumbles and grabs a fistful of hair to pull Amber's mouth forward quickly onto his erect shaft.

Shocked, Amber fumbles the entry into her mouth, but she eagerly wants to please for her sake, not his. She drops her hands to either hip and gladly takes him into her mouth. Not used to the length, she too quickly drops her head causing a quick gag. She adjusts her angle and starts to find her rhythm with her head. Ben's fistful of hair remains in motion just to guide her mouth. Amber wants his cock, she is hungry for it as her tongue slides along the veiny underbelly of the perfectly formed cock. Once adjusted on his rod, she forces the entire thing into the back of her throat as she places her nose into his tuft of blonde pubic hair. Instinctively, she wants even more and pushes her tongue out and licks his balls below her mouth.

Paul's heart beats hard as he is succumbed with guilt and hatred at himself for what is happening in front of him. Jealousy courses through his body as the hairs on his arms begin to stand. That is not all that is starting to stand however. Watching his wife aggressively devour her daughter's boyfriend has his own cock starting to twitch. He begins to rub his cock from the outside of his pants, feeling it stiffen under his warm palm as he presses down. He has never seen Amber so hungry for cock before and finds it extremely arousing. She is even moaning as the cock slides in and out of her mouth, unlike any time the two of them have ever made love. He unbuttons his pants and slides them back over his hips for the second time tonight as he starts to masturbate.

This was not making love however. This was pure animal behavior that was unexplainable. Even Amber at this moment could not explain what has come over her, but she knew she needed more and needed it now. She reaches down and runs her thumbs over her extremely erect and proud and oh so very sensitive left nipple through the silk.

She can not handle the temptation long and figures her pajamas are already ruined. Amber pushes her fingers through the buttoned opening with both hands and rips the blouse open freeing her 36C mounds into the air-conditioned room. The buttons go skirting across the room to the sound of tiny clicks on the hardwood floors over the moans of Ben. The cool air feels like heaven across her torso as she pulls the top completely off her arms. Instantly, she reaches up and tugs on each nipple without skipping a beat on her steady pace of the young man's cock sliding in and out of her bobbing mouth.

Paul settles into the back of the cushy couch and watches as his wife enjoys herself for the first time to him giving oral pleasure. She begins to stroke the young man's length as her mouth moves down to his nearly hairless testicles. Paul feels needy and puts his free hand over his balls as he watches Amber suck on the other set. His hand pumps up and down his shaft as slow as he can to try to match her pace along the longer cock.

Continuing to blow him, Amber looks up at the underside of the teenager's chin as his head lolls back and forth on the chair. His hand still clenched into a tight ball holding her hair. Her nipples are screaming at her between pleasure and pain as she yanks firmly down on herself. Her pussy juices are completely saturating her silk bottoms causing them to uncomfortably stick to her legs as she makes slight movements. She has never leaked like this as every sensation in her entire body is wanting to be stimulated immediately.

She slowly moves her mouth from Ben's cock with an audible popping noise. Ben drunkenly starts to move his head to look down at "his girlfriend" but Amber pushes his chin back up forcing him to keep his eyes trained on the ceiling. She slowly stands as she strokes his cock with her right hand. Her left thumb reaches up into the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down over her hips and legs and steps out of them.

Standing nude, she looks back at her husband pumping his short and fat cock as he watches her without another word. Paul has a look of pure desire of a kid in a candy store for the first time. His eyes are wide, and he has open mouth half smile on his face. "Fucking pathetic," Amber mouths quietly at him. However, she is passed the point of caring because she needs to fuck, right now.