All characters are over the age of 18
I had just enjoyed my first adult party with alcohol. As a senior in high school, this was the coolest thing I'd ever been to. At an apartment in the same complex that my mother lived, there were at least 15 people enjoying a pay per view wrestling show with beer and whiskey mixed with coca cola. I was the only one still 18, as I assumed much of the crowd was mid 20s from the local air force base and there were real women there. It was a blast, and I totally was able to partake in a couple of beers and a glass of jack n coke.
I stayed and was social for a good couple of hours but with the alcohol tolerance of a virgin, I decided to just go home before I felt myself pass out on the couch and worry my mother.
She was home alone, as she was single and we lived in an apartment with one bathroom and two bedrooms that shared a wall. I never minded the close quarters as I was typically out doing sports or some other after school activity as I prepared for college the next fall.
As I found our door and let myself in, it was dead quiet, not even the sound of a tv. I peeked into my mother's bedroom to see her lying still beneath the covers and I went in to gently kiss her forehead goodnight before I went to my own room.
She was lying on the far side of the bed, and when I got my not-remotely-sober body onto the bed to reach her, it recurred to me how soft and warm her big bed was, and I just put my head on the pillow and was asleep immediately.
I woke up suddenly in the night. It was hot and still and deadly quiet. It must have been 3 or 4 am.
More of a surprise, I was on my left side, my left arm under her pillow, holding my mother tight to my body, and spooning her intimately with my right arm around her torso. It felt so comfortable, like sleeping with a girlfriend. I immediately felt the swell of her heavy, soft, maternal breasts in her silk nightgown against my forearm, and marveled at the sensation, with the smell of her long brunette hair in my face.
It was hot, and I was sweating, but I didnt want to move in that moment. I just enjoyed her pressed to me for the longest as my hormones rose and a perverse desire filled me.
What if I just, ever so gently, let my hand fall to her swollen bosom and felt my first womanly titty? I wrestled with this intrusion for an agonizingly long time before I decided there would be no harm, and I could always feign sleep if she woke. Why had I gotten so turned on this way? What was happening? It didnt matter. I was determined to feel a breast in my still tipsy state.
I agonizingly slowly lifted my right arm, and let it come down again, with the palm of my hand covering a half-silk-covered mommy-breast.
It was glorious! I couldnt believe I was feeling a woman up! It didn't matter that this big tit belonged to my own mother, but rather made it feel safe and ok. I pushed further and ever so gently kneaded it in my right hand, almost imperceptibly slowly. This was the biggest thrill of my life and I realized that my dick had become erect, fueled by this illicit, incestuous activity.
The fullness overfilled my hands, and the fat of her natural tit was so squishy and comforting in a way I was unprepared for.
I continued gently squeezing like it was my first titty, and indeed it was.
As she murmured in her sleep, I stopped my ministration until she was deeply out again.
But as I prepared to get up and leave the room, I felt my mother's large gummy nipple harden in my palm. I was insatiable, and gloried in the feel of her excited flesh, warm in my naked, clammy hand. I squeezed firmly and full of lust and she murmured again.
I felt myself precumming, and wondered how I could leave now. It was so perfect. My dick was straining against my shorts, and I had a handful of the big, heavy tit of my sweaty, sleeping mother.
She stirred and I froze, still holding her tight. She actually turned halfway to notice who was in bed with her, and I flinched.
"It's ok, honey" was all she said, and laid back down, this time bringing her hand over mine to hold it in place on her massive, doughy titty.
I was shocked. I didnt know if she was half asleep, drunk like me, dreaming about my father, or what. Even so, I felt so comfortable in knowing she was allowing my intrusion, and encouraging me to be free with her in her bed.
"Mom, is this ok?" I whispered. It did not feel ok, but I never wanted to leave my mom's bed and her soft, heavy breasts that I had been groping deliciously.
