My Mom, Leesa, woke up Saturday morning with a headache, sore and tired, and curled up against a warm body. She smacked her lips, wondering what that strange taste was in her mouth.
I haven't woken up next to Bob like this in years. How much did I have to drink last night?!
She rubbed her eyes and twisted her head.
Huh? This...this isn't my bedroom.
She tried to focus more.
Wait...is this Mark's room? Yes, this is Mark's room. What am I...
Suddenly, she realized she was naked.
Why...why...where are my clothes?!
Then she realized I was naked as well.
What...what...oh my God! No. No way!
She found herself in a panic. She quietly but quickly climbed out of my bed, went to the closet, slipped on a t-shirt, and scurried out of the bedroom.
She raced down the hallway and through her own bedroom, where her husband Bob - my dad - was still asleep in their bed and into the master bathroom, where she prepared a hot shower.
She stared into the mirror while the water heated up.
What the hell happened last night?!
A flash of her husband's phone going off at the dinner table hit her, followed by a fuzzy image of she and I cleaning the kitchen. She climbed into the shower, racking her aching brain, hoping for more flashbacks.
When she came out for breakfast, she heard the TV on in the family room. She hesitantly peaked around the corner and saw me eating some breakfast and watching the news. She took a deep breath and walked into the room.
"Good morning, honey," she said nervously. She was wearing a much more appropriate robe this morning.
"Good morning, Mom." I couldn't help the sly smile.
As she stood there, a foggy image of me sitting in that same spot shirtless in my gym shorts caused her to bat her eyes.
"(ahem) Did you...did you (ahem) sleep alright last night?" she asked.
"I slept great. How about you?"
"Yes, I, uh, I slept, um..." She paused. "Just exactly how much did I have to drink last night?"
"Ha! Quite a bit."
She sat down in the chair at the end of the couch. "Yes. Well, I, uh, um, I'm sorry about that." Her heart skipped a beat when the image of her curled up against me popped into her brain. "I, uh, I don't seem to recall much from last night."
I titled my head. "Is that right?" I asked with a smirk.
"No. Um, no, not really. I hope I behaved myself. Ha ha"
"Ha! Hardly."
Her eyes grew wide. She gasped. An image of me appeared from her memory bank. An image of me with a massive hard on.
"I...I need to go get dressed!" She raced out of the room, down the hallway, past a still sleeping Bob, and into the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and placed her head in her hands.
Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd! Is it possible?! I'm dreaming! Yes, that's it, I'm dreaming!
Then all the images started to flood back in. Every single image formed into a full X rated movie.
Oh my God! I had sex with my son! I slept with my son! I had that big, beautiful cock in my mouth!
GASP! That image filled her head. The smell. The feeling. The pleasure. The joy. Her body began to tingle. Her juices began to flow.
Oh my God!
Even during the cold shower, she couldn't get that image and the feelings it brought out of her head.
It really was incredible. And beautiful! My God! Why couldn't his father have been blessed like that? Maybe it's just the wine. Maybe the wine is distorting it. That must be it!
She found herself touching aroused body. She closed her eyes. The images flashed before her. Her legs began to tremble. She nearly passed out trying to muffle her squeal when her body betrayed her.
The rest of that Saturday was uneventful, even though she couldn't get the image of my massive muscle out of her mind. I caught her glancing at my crotch a few times during the day. I knew it was driving her crazy. It was making me crazy, too! I mean, who knew my mom truly was a MILF?! Not even in my wildest dreams did I think last night would ever happen. Ever. It was making me crazy, too. As many times as I caught her glancing, I'm sure she noticed the obvious bulge in my pants. But I wasn't going to push it. I mean, she's my mother! Last night was great, but I'm sure it was alcohol induced. As much as I'd like it to, I'm sure it would never happen again.
By the time we went to bed, every suck, every hump, nearly every word had returned for Mom. She'd been on edge all day. She wasn't sure how much of it was alcohol induced or how much of it was real, but she couldn't get the sight of my huge pole out of her mind. She couldn't ignore the feelings of lust and pleasure she had felt the night before. She had to know if it was real or enhanced by the wine.
After tossing and turning in her bed, she couldn't stand it anymore. In the middle of the night, she climbed out of bed and walked down the hallway wearing nothing but her negligee. She slowly opened the door to my bedroom and peered in. I was sound asleep. She slipped through the door, tip toed across the room, and stood over the bed. She stared down at me for a moment.
He's my son! I shouldn't. But there's no harm in just looking, right? Of course not!
She gently nudged me. "Honey, it's Mommy. I just need to check something, okay?" She knew I was a sound sleeper. There were times I'd fallen asleep on the couch and she would continue to vacuum because she knew it wouldn't wake me.
"MmmmKay," I replied dreamily.
She slowly, gently peeled back the covers. GASP! Her hand flew to her mouth.
My God! It's not even hard and it's huge!
The fire between her legs ignited. "Mommy just needs to check something, honey."
"Mmmmkay."
She lowered her hand slowly. I sighed when she took me into her hand and she froze. She watched my face to see if my eyes opened. She turned her attention back to the flaccid object in her hand. She began to lovingly stroke it. It quickly grew in her hand. Her strokes became longer.
My God! It's fucking huge! I think it's even bigger than I thought!
she thought to herself when it finally stopped expanding. "Honey, you really do have a beautiful thingy," she barely whispered. My words for last night rang in her ear. "Er, I mean, cock." She stared at it. "My God, it looks absolutely delicious." She lowered her head until it hovered over my swollen tip. She opened her mouth wide and slowly moved lower.
"Mmmmmm," I softly moaned when her lips wrapped themselves around my shaft. Her heart stopped. She peered at me out of the corner of her eye. Her head slowly began to bob. "Mmmmmm," I moaned again.
She only worked the top two inches, not even trying to deep throat me.
I can't believe Jenny swallows this whole thing! No way! It's not humanly possible!
My moans grew louder and longer under her watchful eye.
I began to sleepily squirm in my bed. "Mmmmmmm, Jenny-y-y-y. Mmmmmm."
Ha! I'll bet Jenny never gave him a blow job while he slept!
She felt my throbbing grow in her hand and mouth.
Oh my God! He's about to finish! I...I hope he doesn't wake up! Shit!
She sucked on my hose even harder.
With a grunt and a jerk, her mouth quickly filled with my thick, salty spunk. She gulped and sucked as hard and as fast as she could. Some slipped through the seal of her lips and rolled across her hand.
When I was done, I slumped back into the bed. She gave me three more firm pumps, then released me from her suction. She licked her hand clean, stroked me twice more, then licked them clean again.
She gently pulled the covers back over me and stepped back. She gazed at me with loving eyes.
What am I going to do with you?
