I awoke the next morning, with a bit of a fuzzy head. Laura, my mum, wasn't lying beside me.
The memory of the night before slowly reloaded into my head and I lay on my back, recalling how I had committed such terrible but oh so pleasurable acts on my mum.
I put on what must have been my dad's gown and padded through to the lounge, where Laura, my mum, was sitting on a single chair, right leg tucked under her.
She wore a thick cotton gown but I could see that she wasn't concealing her breasts. Their fullness quickened my heartbeat.
She sat, lazily smoking a thin cigarette with a bottle of vodka beside her, almost two thirds full.
"Mum, what are you doing? You had given up cigarettes." I chided her.
She looked at me and in an amused voice, retorted "My son has fucked me and his biggest problem is me going back to smoking!"
That shut me up for a moment, as I looked at her, casually blowing out smoke.
I should have felt mortified but instead I had a pride inside, knowing that she had given her sexual self to me.
She moved and I could now see a nipple. She was quick to realise and teased me.
"Does my little boy want some more?"
My body said yes, as my cock was rock solid but my head was holding me back.
"Mum, you really are beautiful but It's wrong of me to take advantage of you."
She looked puzzled and took a swig from her bottle.
"Would you rather some stranger had taken advantage of me?"
"No, of course not! I don't want anyone to take advantage of you, mum."
"What if mummy wanted cock? Still wants cock?" That husky tone returned and I knew that I would submit.
My gown could not conceal my erection and she smiled.
"Stop pretending you don't want to fuck me."
I stepped forward and stood in front of her.
"Has my darling son brought me some breakfast?"
She opened the gown and grabbed my cock, which was pulsing madly. She leaned forward and kissed it.
Floods of pleasure ran through me, as I felt her lips encase my shaft.
Her gown fully opened and I could see her her breasts squashed against me, her nipples pressed into my thigh.
At that moment, I had never wanted another woman more than my mother.
But what about her? Why was she doing this? I thought it may have been the alcohol, maybe my dad treating her like a worthless no mark. I even considered that she actually enjoyed sex with her son. Hoped actually.
Mum was sucking with a great deal of energy and it soon became evident that she was skilled at deepthroating. I felt honoured that she was using her skills on me.
My balls now had their cum levels replenished and I prepared to empty my heavy load down her throat.
Her tongue massaging my cum slit was what did it and my cock was buried deep inside her, when I exploded into her mouth.
She sucked every drop from me and there was a wide grin on her face when she finally released me.
"Oh Leon, yesterday might just have been an accident. This morning isn't"
I couldn't argue. I loved her sucking my cock and yes I had loved fucking her the day before.
I headed off to the shower, if it had been bigger I'd have invited her in.
By the time I had finished, she had only a half bottle left and her icy blue eyes looked a little hazy.
"Mum, first cigarettes, now vodka. What is happeng to you?"
"Just been enjoying my three favourite things, Leon. A smoke, a drink and a cock!" She laughed, in a drunken way.
I was exasperated. I knew I was to blame for pouncing on my vulnerable mum but I wanted the best for her.
I made my excuses and went out after dressing. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, I just needed to clear my head. That wasn't proving easy, every moment my thoughts were filled by my mum's naked body, her large hard nipples, her hairy pussy and her willing mouth that had taken me that morning. My cock was rigid and I needed to sit down for a moment as I was uncomfortable.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I fished it out, expecting a lewd message from mum. Instead I was shocked to see that it was a message from my dad, a man I now had no contact with. His message was short, merely asking me to call him, with no explanation why.
My curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what he was after and I wanted to tell him that I knew about his tricks.
"Hello, is that you Leon?" His excited voice answered.
"No, it's the man on the moon. Who do you think it is, dad?"
That last word stuck in my throat.
He ignored my sarcasm and continued.
"How are you doing son?"
