Joe had just graduated from school and was looking forward to spending his last birthday at home and leaving the next day for college as a 19-year-old. The only thing he was not looking forward to was leaving his mom behind.
However, the reason he didn't want to leave his mother was her drinking. Left to raise two kids for years by herself she had done well, raising the two to be caring and hardworking. But when they crossed the threshold to adulthood it seemed like she had finished. Regularly drinking herself into a drunken stupor every night she would collapse on the couch or her bed.
Joe would never bring this up to her, instead of pretending nothing had happened. It was on one of these nights that Joe came home from work too. Coming through the front door he could hear his mother in the living room. Creeping down the dark corridor he looked in, disappointed. The room stank of alcohol, the only light on was the TV on mute. Joe's mom, Joyce, was lying on the couch with a glass of something amber.
Hidden in the doorway Joe ran his gaze down her body. Joyce had let herself go over the past few months but could still turn heads if she ever left the house. Her most impressive feature was her large tits that could drown a man. Still surprisingly perky for her age they suited her now, softer features, not fat by any means, but definitely a little bit of excess weight.
Joyce had brown hair, cut short to match her sharp moods. She could be a total bitch when drunk.
"Knock, knock," Joe said stepping into the room, "It's pretty late mom."
Receiving only a grunt in response and a waved hand, Joe sighed and bent down to help her up. Wrapping an arm around her, he began to stagger up the stairs with her stumbling along next to him.
At one point she giggled at him and said, "What are you gonna do, you big strong man with a helpless girl like me?"
Joe sighed and just shook his head.
"Exactly! You're such a pussy, I can't believe you're MY son."
Joe tried not to let it show but inside he just wanted her to be happy. The things she said she would never remember in the morning so he never told her and tried to ignore it. He reached the landing and watched her stagger off to her room, stripping clothes and throwing them aside. The curve of her breasts was visible on either side of her back.
Joe jerked his head away before he saw anything too bad and went off to his room, shaking his head to try and clear the thoughts of his mother. Walking into his room, he took off all his clothes (he slept naked) and got under his covers.
While lying in his bed his hand moved down to his penis and began to pull it, letting his mind wander to his boss who had a brilliant ass. Normally he would beat his meat thinking about a girl but his mother's comments kept playing in his head so he went to sleep horny and dissatisfied.
It was sometime later, Joe didn't know how long. The room was still dark and all he heard was a floorboard creak. Unsure of why he had woken up he began reaching under his pillow for his phone but froze. Joyce was standing in the middle of the room, swaying from side to side. She walked unsteadily over and sat down on the bed, her thigh touching his hip through the cover.
Joe thought that whatever this was, she wouldn't remember and thought he would just stay still until she left. In the morning she would be hungover, but at least reasonable. Lying on his back, with his arms crossed above him, he didn't realize how much he was showing off. Joe wasn't hugely muscled but he had toned arms and a firm chest that was clearly visible with the cover trailing at his belly button.
