A Drun Single Mother

A Drunk Single Mother

Carol 43

Max 19

Part 1 -- 1st Friday: Upskirt

Carol was a single mother who has found it hard to find another man after her divorce from an abusive previous husband. She regularly goes out, usually on Friday nights to find a man but comes home drunk to drown her failure. And sometimes continues to drink at home and falls asleep on the front room sofa.

Max occasionally has to help her up to her bedroom and put her in bed, still with her evening clothes on. Max at 19 was short for his age but he still managed.

This one Friday evening as he was about to help his drunken mother onto the bed he stumbled and she fell backwards and ended up sprawled on the bed with her feet on the carpet. He stepped back thinking what to do when he noticed that this evening she was wearing a very short loose skirt and it had flipped up, exposing a lot of her thighs. He stood there and stared...and stared.

Today he felt different. Today an idea came to him. He swallowed nervously and looked at his mother's face to see if she was alert. She looked to be out. He took a deep breath and crouched and...looked right up his mother's parted legs and up her skirt. He saw light green knickers. He swallowed at his daring and being so naughty. He got scared and stood up quickly, afraid someone would catch him in the act.

He somehow managed to get his mother fully into the bed and was about to pull the duvet over her when he noticed her thighs exposed even more. They looked so inviting. With his heart pounding he became more daring and instead he lifted her skirt and ogled. He ogled with wide eyes and open mouth at a beautiful, beautiful sight of his mother's pastel green knickers with white edge trimming. He was shocked to see that he could make out her dark bushy triangle -- a hint of dark patch. His hand began to shake because he knew he shouldn't be doing this. He quickly lost the nerve and carefully lowered the skirt and covered her up with the duvet and went to his room to masturbate furiously. He came three times before he fell asleep.

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Part 2 -- Used Knickers

The next morning he dreaded going into the kitchen for his Saturday morning breakfast. But his mother called a few times so he went...to face the music. He was ready to apologise and promise to never do it again.

There was no music, only a groggy sounding mother offering him his breakfast.

"Good morning, honey. Sorry about last night. My head feels funny," Carol said. "Sit and I'll get you your breakfast."

"Good morning, mum," Max said carefully. He watched his mother prepare the breakfast. She was still wearing her previous evening clothes. Then it occurred to him that that meant he knew what was under his mother's skirt. He knew his mother was wearing that sexy green knickers. He actually

knew

what she was wearing under her skirt!! His head spun. His cock got hard.

His mother was lovely with dark brown hair and curvy body which made her cuddly and sexy; but she had said she needed to go on a diet but he didn't think so. At 43 he thought she was pretty and he loved to watch her move around. At 19 Max was beginning to appreciate the feminine form, even his mother's. He was already ogling the girls at the college, but now his appreciation was expanding to include the older women, like his mother.

"Sorry about my clothes. I didn't have time to get changed," Carol said yawning.

And the rest of the breakfast time was spent talking about nothing much.

After breakfast Carol had her shower and Max had his after her. As he got undressed and was about to put his clothes in the laundry basket he noticed his mother's pastel green knickers. He froze. Then he picked up the knickers and held it up with two hands. Suddenly he nervously looked at the bathroom door to make sure it was locked. With a sigh of relief he returned to looking at the intimate garment.

Inexplicably he brought it up to his nose to get a whiff of his mother's private smell. He liked it. Something then made him look inside the panties. He noticed the darker staining and...and a few strands of hair. He couldn't explain it but he was thrilled to see his mother's pubic hair. It made him wonder what his mother's pussy looked like. Did she really have dark brown pussy hair between her legs? He felt dizzy thinking these outrageous thoughts; and his cock responded with steel-hard erection. He couldn't help it; he once again ferociously masturbated in the bathroom sniffing his mother's knickers.

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Part 3 -- 2nd Friday: Boobs and Finger In

The following Friday Carol came in just as drunk and passed out on the couch in the front room. Once again Max helped her to her room and onto her bed, and laid her on her back with her legs on the carpet, just like last week.

"Mum?" he whispered. No response. "Mum?" he asked again, a bit louder this time. Again no response. Max's bravado increased. All week he was hoping for this. He was

actually

hoping his mother would be too drunk!

He swallowed hard, and with his hands shaking this time he deliberately lifted his mother's skirt. It was a little longer then last week's mini-skirt, but that was OK. With his hands up high holding the skirt up he looked...and looked...at the lovely sight. Dark blue knickers with white edge trimming -- matching her skirt colour. But to his disappointment he couldn't see his mother's pubic bush. He stood there thinking.

Max became bolder. He decided to do something that was

really

making his heart pound and his hands shake. Breathing so shallow that he may as well be holding his breath he slowly and carefully folded the skirt all the way up over his mother's waist to fully reveal her blue knickers. For a moment he paused to admire the pretty sight. Then, holding the waistband he pulled the knickers lower...lower still...until his mother's glorious bush came into view. He couldn't stop; he kept pulling, being careful not to tug any hair strands, until the knickers were halfway down her smooth creamy thighs.

Max stood up and just stared. He'd never seen a real life pussy before; none of his 'girlfriends' allowed him a peek, nor a feel! He was instantly in love with the amazing sight. Then his hand moved automatically, as if a magnate was pulling him; it gently stroked the soft bouncy hair mass, amazed that his mother had so much hair there. He himself had hair around his cock and balls, but not as much as his mother's growth. He smiled at noting that her pubic hair matched her hair on the head. But he needed to see more.

Max took hold of her knees and ever so gently pulled them apart until he was satisfied that he could see up in between her thighs, into the woman's secret hairy valley. He almost gasped aloud when he saw his mother's pussy lips peeking from the hairy tangle.

He couldn't help but to gingerly reach out and feel his mother's pubic hair. They felt so soft, yet springy. But his fingers were drawn to the parting lower down. He traced his fingers down until he touched her pussy lips. He was fascinated that they felt so soft. As he gently stroked up and down he was surprised when his finger inadvertently disappeared inside; shocked and curious he

had

to see what would happen, so he let his finger travel further and further into the unknown. He was

really

surprised to find the inside was wet and clingy...and soft. He pulled out a little then pushed back in. He didn't know why but some how he liked doing that. He was thinking about parting her lips to see what he could see but his mother's groaning scared him and he instantly pulled his finger out of her pussy and froze.

He stared at his mother's face, looking to see if she was waking up. For a long few seconds he didn't move or make a sound. He watched her breathing, seeing her chest rise and fall, and saw part of her creamy breasts spilling out from top of her low-cut top. He moved now, creeping close and placed both his hands on those two very inviting moving mounds. At first he just rested his hands feeling the roundness, and then exploratively squeezed the soft flesh, sensing his mother's lacy bra under the thin material of her top; and then slid his hands all over her roundness, even noticing a hard bump on top of each breast. He was amazed at how lovely they felt. He recently became aware of his mother's jutting breasts, attracting his attention to them because of his mother's penchant for low-cut tight tops and dresses. He also wondered about the two curious small bumps that occasionally appeared on top of her breasts.

She moved her head and groaned. He stopped dead with fear.

When all was quiet once again he lost his nerve and quickly pulled up his mother's knickers and pushed her into her bed and covered her with the duvet.

Getting back to his room and into his bed he smelt his finger that was in his mother's pussy. He couldn't believe his daring but it excited him. His young cock was hard as rock and he masturbated to the highly stimulating scent of his mother's sex whilst he replayed the images in his mind of his semi-nude mother.

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Part 4 -- 3 rd Friday: Scent & 1st Penetration

All week Max was excited and nervous and kept looking at his mum. He kept recalling her hairy pussy and the feel of her amazing large soft breasts. It excited him greatly that he knew what her mother looks like under her skirt, in between her legs; the secret women's place; and

finally

knowing what those two mounds on her chest felt like. And EVEN knowing what her pussy actually smells like. On occasions she caught him staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"N...Nothing," was his guiltily reply.

All week he was excited and nervous, itching for the next Friday night to come around. When Friday

did

come he found it hard to concentrate at college, wondering if his mother would be going out again. He was

hoping

she would.

And when she did go out he waited in his room impatiently for her to return home. He had changed into his pyjamas and stroked himself lying in bed thinking of the possibility of looking at his mother's pussy once more; in fact dying to put his finger

inside

her pussy again.

And when he heard the front door he eagerly ran downstairs to help his mum up to her bedroom. And sure enough thankfully she DID look and sound drunk. As before, he plonked her on the bed with her legs over the side, feet on the carpet. Amazingly she was out like a flash on feeling the soft bed.

Great, she really IS drunk again

he thought.

He quickly set about lifting her skirt. He trembled with excitement at seeing his mother's white cotton knickers with tiny flower prints and a cute little red bow on the waistband. This time he put his hand on her knickers and felt up her pussy through her underwear, even feeling her pussy slit. He smiled and swiftly as he could he completely took off the small personal garment and placed it on his face to feel the intimacy and the scent of his mother. His cock stirred, no longer constrained by nervousness. Parting her legs he once again felt up his mother's exposed hairy pussy, running a finger up and down her slit and then allowing the finger to penetrate into the wet vagina.

Max found this to be incredibly thrilling, to be sliding his finger in and out of his mother's pussy without her knowing; disappearing through the mysterious hairy entrance. His cock became hard and poked out of his pyjama flies. He remembered the smell on his finger from last week, so he pulled his finger out and knelt on the floor toying with an idea. He had to look. This was way crazy he thought. But he

had

to look. With both his hands he gently parted his mother's hairy pussy lips. He stared shaking with his daring, afraid that his mother may wake up any minute and his life would be over. But this was awesome. His friends talked about girls' pussies and he was looking

inside

one right here! He didn't actually know what he was looking at but it was so pink. He noted a little bump at the top and a kind of a hole near the bottom. He wondered if that's where his finger had previously gone. So he let go of a pussy lip with one hand and slid a finger into the hole. He watched in amazement as he saw his finger slowly disappear. His mother made a noise and he froze instantly holding his finger up his mother's vagina.

Once his mother settled down again he pulled the finger out and brought it to his nose. It was a heady scent. Out of curiosity he stuck his head in between the naked thighs, up close to the hairy pussy. Immediately the strong pungent scent hit him like a brick making him dizzy and shot an electric bolt to his groin straining his young cock to full hardness of solid steel. His cock pulsed and buzzed, almost hurting him, making him confused. Driven by his body he sniffed deeply taking in more of the intoxicating sexual pheromones making him drunk with unexplainable desire. He inched closer, allowing her soft hairs to tickle his nose. He didn't know what drove him to do it but he gently planted his lips on her pussy and gave a firm kiss, then tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked her pussy juice. The taste was intoxicating.

Without self awareness he stood up, parted his mother's knees wider and with sheer instinct he held his cock in one hand guiding it to his mother's pussy. He pushed and it slid in. The incredible feeling took over his body forcing him to keep going until the whole of his cock was buried deep inside her very private place.

To stop himself from falling he leaned forward a little and rested his hands on the bed either side of his supine mother. He was breathing real hard; he held himself unmoving, not believing what he has just done. He knew he should not be doing this. But it felt FANTASTIC! It was THEN that he registered the heat and the wetness on his rock-hard cock, and how snugly it was cocooned by the soft, caressing vagina. He was having difficulty in breathing with the overwhelming sensations on his over-sensitive cock.

Time stood still. No sound or movement could be perceived. His daring with what he was doing to his sleeping mother even felt like it stopped his heart.

And right there below him were her lovely breasts. He couldn't help it, he placed both his hands on each of her breasts and squeezed.

All of a sudden he had the urge to move his hips. He tentatively pulled back and pushed forward, aware of his steel-hard cock sliding in and out of the most wonderful place. He wanted more. He began to move more noticeably, all the while squeezing those large tits.

But then his mother started to move and make noises.

"Wha..Hmmmnn...Hmmnnn," she groaned.

Max was aghast. It brought him back to reality. He quickly pulled himself out and stood motionless, hoping his mother doesn't wake up. And after a short while his mother was motionless again and Max breathed a sigh of relief. But that interruption took the edge off his urges and he lost his nerve. He carefully pulled up his mother's flowery knickers and put her to bed.

In his own bed he replayed his daring exploits and the new discoveries. What he could not forget was the incredible sensations on his cock and his whole body when he was imbedded in his mum's pussy. He knew he had fucked his mother -- sort of. He was intoxicated. He rubbed himself vigorously to a number of glorious climaxes.

The next morning he dreaded to go for breakfast. Eventually he had to as his mother called a few times and he didn't want her to suspect anything. Sitting at the dining room table he waited for the barracking, the telling-off. But to his surprise there was none. Did he get away with it? Did he get away with fucking (sort of) his mother? His relief and confidence returned.

He once again stared at his mother, seeing her without her dress, in only her bra and panties, the white panties with the flower prints -- he even knew there was a little red bow at the front. He then went further and saw her moving around the kitchen totally naked; he was able to clearly visualize her hairy pussy and her naked breasts. He had to forcefully break his stare else he'd be caught.

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Part 5 -- 4th Friday: Full Act

Each subsequent days he inconspicuously stared at his mother as she moved around the house and wondered what knickers she was wearing; and visualized her dark hairy triangular pussy between her legs. Each night he wanked himself to sleep thinking of very naughty things; most involving his mother but some involved girls and teachers at college. He couldn't wait for Friday to come.

When it did he was waiting for his mother to return. She was late in coming back so once again he had changed into his pyjamas. As soon as he heard the front door he rushed downstairs to help her up to her room. But to his dismay she didn't look as drunk as before!

"Thank you, honey for helping me up," she said. "Good night."

"Y...you're welcome," he replied disappointedly. "Good night."

Oh, no! Was he not going to be able to...do it tonight? He lay in bed thinking and cursing his luck; he couldn't get to sleep. In the end he

had

to get up. He crept to his mother's room to see if she was awake or asleep. To his great delight she'd fallen asleep

on

the bed

and

with her evening clothes still on her. So she WAS too drunk after all!

He mustered courage to walk up to her bed and whispered.

"Are you asleep, mum?"

No reply. He touched her arm. No response. A smile spread across his face. He climbed the big bed and saw that his mother was wearing a dress, a front buttoning dress. He slowly undid the bottom few buttons to reveal his mother's black lacy knickers. He smiled excitedly at seeing her intimate place once again. With his heart pounding his daring became bolder. He undid ALL of the dress' buttons and exposed his mother.

Wow he thought, matching bra and knickers! She looked SO pretty. This time he caressed and gently squeezed his mother's breasts over her bra, once again enjoying feeling the roundness and softness. All this illicit playing around on his mother's body made his cock hard. It pulsed and demanded attention. He pulled his cock out of his flies and stroked himself to relieve some of the urgency. As he stroked he contemplated what he was about to do, which made him leak with desire. With the other hand he felt up her knickers for a while, and then he made up his mind and slowly pulled them down and off completely. Once again he stared at his mother's hairy pussy and played with the soft hair. But what he wanted to do was more than this. He slowly parted his mother's legs, then pushed them further apart and positioned himself in between her legs. Pausing a moment he slowly guided his cock into his mother's pussy and rested his hands either side of her.

Yes, this is what he waited all week for, getting his cock in his mother's pussy! He exhaled deeply with complete satisfaction.

Locked together with his sleeping mother he paused, looking down at her face, looking for any signs of alertness. Other than her slight head movement she was quiet. He couldn't wait any longer and started to fuck his mother, slowly at first, but as his passion and thrill grew his thrusts became more noticeable. It felt unbelievable, so much so that he lost himself in his fucking and his thrusts became proper fucking hard thrusts.

"W...wha...ungh...what's going on...ungh?" she said. Then she was fully alert just as Max reached his climax.

"Oh! Oh! Ooooo!" It was a mind blowing orgasm for Max.

"MAX! MAX! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" Carol shouted desperately trying to get her son off and OUT of her.

In the throes of his orgasm Max was paralysed and couldn't do anything other then hold his thrust deep in his mother's pussy, letting his cock finish pulsing. Eventually as the electricity in his body dissipated and his cock stopped ejaculating he collapsed on his mother.