Once again, Julia was up with worry. It was 2AM, and her 18 year old son Trevor hadn't come home from his night out with his friends. Since he had turned 18 the previous month, he had started staying out later, and later. This has resulted in Julia, staying up many nights until he got home. Her husband Hank, didn't worry so much about their son, trusting Trevor could handle himself. Julia did have to admit, her son was very impressive physically. At 6'1, with a chiseled body, and large biceps, he was quite a sight. Still, this was her baby boy, and she worried about him regardless of what he looked like. Thankfully for her, his twin sister Amy was a book worm, and a home-body. She was asleep in her room, as was her husband, snoring away in their bedroom.
Finally Julia saw headlights coming up the street. "About time Trevor!" she whispered angrily. The car parked in front of their house, but it wasn't her son's car. Out of the driver's side, Trevor's buddy Lenny got out, and made his way to the passenger side. He opened the door, and out poured Trevor, passed out drunk. Julia ran out to the front porch, as Lenny put Trevor's arm around his neck, and dragged him to the front door.
"What the hell happened?!" Julia barked at Lenny, trying not to be too loud, and wake her family, and neighbors.
"Well, he had a bit to much to drink," Lenny nervously responded.
"A bit too much?! He's passed out! Help me bring him inside, to his room."
Lenny followed Julia in, and dragged Trevor to his bedroom, plopping him onto his bed.
"Sorry Mrs.B. I told him to stop after a few drinks, but he didn't listen."
"It's OK Lenny. I appreciate you bringing him home. You sure you're OK to drive home? I can take you if you would like."
"No I'm good Mrs.B. I was the designated driver tonight."
"Good. Now get yourself home safely."
"I will. Try to go easy on him. He is having a hard time since Sandra dumped him."
Sandra was Trevor's ex-girlfriend. She had broken up with him a couple weeks ago, and Trevor was having a hard time getting over it. Julia never thought Sandra was good enough for her son anyways.
Lenny made his way out, and Julia stared down at her passed out son, and the smell of booze hit her. It was all over his clothes. His shirt and pants were filthy, like he had been crawling across a dirty floor. He probably used a fake ID to get into a bar, and passed out there.
Julia was furious, but all she could do now was take off the filthy clothes off of her passed out son. This wasn't going to be easy, but she had to try. She started pulling his shirt up slightly, and that made Trevor stir. She continued pulling it up his body, but his weight made it very hard.
"Whaa. Huh?" Trevor mumbled, startling Julia.
"Trevor, it's mom. We need to get your shirt off, it's filthy."
Trevor didn't open his eyes, but even though he kept mumbling, he must have understood, because he sat up slightly, and took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. With that, he passed out again.
Julia was still determined to finish the job, and get his jeans off. She unbuttoned the top, and lowered his zipper. She grabbed both sides of his pants, and started tugging down as hard as she could, but with her son's dead weight, she couldn't budge it past his butt. Julia had to try a new tactic. She put her mouth up to her son's ear and whispered.
"We need to get your pants of too."
She got no response. She tried a couple more times then went bag to tugging. Right as she was about to quit, Trevor stirred again, and mumbled some more. He then lifted up his but, and pulled his pants down passed his knees, then fell back asleep again. Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed his Jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off, first taking off his shoes, then tossing them, and his pants, on the floor next to his shirt.
Julia started to turn around to go to her room, but she stopped and slowly turned around. She stared down at her passed out son, now only wearing his boxer shorts, and socks. Her eyes fixed on her handsome son's face. She thought he was gorgeous. The type of guy that would have made her swoon, when she was in high school. Her eyes worked their way down to his muscular chest. She was ashamed at how many times she had stared at her son's chest, when he would be out by their pool, and thought to herself how much she wanted to run her hands all over his pecs. But it's not like she could ask her son to let her do it. "What would he think?!" she often pondered.
A thought entered Julia's mind, but she put it out of her head. She started to walk out, but she stopped once again. The urge was too strong. She couldn't let this opportunity pass. She slowly walked over to the side of her son's bed, and reached her hand out over his chest. She lowered her right hand until it touched the top of his left pectoral. He was warm to the touch, and instantly, she began to feel a warmth in her pussy. Her left hand joined her right, as she glided them around her son's muscular chest. Her fantasy had come true, and she didn't want to stop, but she couldn't very well stay there all night, rubbing her sleeping son.
Julia reluctantly lifted her hands off his chest, and as she started to walk away, something caught her eye. It was hard for her to see because she had not turned on the bedroom light, so her only source of illumination, was from the street light, outside Trevor's bedroom window. As she got closer, she saw what it was. Her son's cock had worked his way out of the slit of his boxer shorts, and was laying to the left. Julia's face was flush with heat, part embarrassment, and part excitement. She got closer and saw he was flaccid, but even so was of impressive size.
"If he's this big when he's soft, how big must he be when he's hard?!" Julia excitedly thought to herself.
Julia hadn't seen her son's penis since he was little, and now that little boy had grown up, in more ways than one. Julia put her right hand into her robe, and down to her panties. She started to rub her pussy lips through her panties, as she gazed at her son's cock. She imagined rubbing it, and getting it hard so she could suck his horse cock. She kept telling herself how wrong it was that she was having these thoughts about her own son, but she knew it was futile to resist.
Julia had been having sexual feelings about her son for a while, and she was going to take every opportunity she could with him. It was now or never. Julia reached out with her right hand, and touched the side of her son's cock with the tips of her fingers. It radiated heat, and she was more turned on than ever. She moved her thumb underneath it, and wrapped her other fingers around it, lifting it vertical.