It is now the morning after the night before. The night in which my Mom, pretending to be under the influence of Ambien, came into my room, climbed onto my bed, straddled me, and slid her very wet pussy on to my hard ( I had been watching porn) cock. I was still so in shock, that after she got off (and I hadn't), I tipped her over as she was climbing off me, pinned her to the bed and fucked her as hard as I have ever fucked anyone. And yes, it's a short list as I am kind of a nerd that doesn't go out much. But more details on all of that in the prior story.
This morning I awake with my first thought being that last night was just a dream. I had never really fantasized about sex with my Mom so I soon grasped that it had really happened. Now I wondered about the consequences. I smelled bacon and coffee from the kitchen so I slid on my boxers and a robe and went down the hall to see what was going to happen.
My Mom was at the stove, her back towards me as she was still cooking. Mom is about 5'2", a bit overweight, 52 years old, but had had a 'Mommy lift' a couple of years back that included some lipo, a tummy tuck and a breast lift and reduction (reduced to C). She was soft (as I found out last night) curvy, and had the tits of a much younger woman, without much scarring from the surgery. The robe she was wearing only came down a couple of inches below her butt, which was round and soft. I was wondering how long she was going to pretend I was not there.
She put some bacon and eggs on a plate, put it in front of me, and sat down on the opposite side of the table. Her eyes cast downward, I was not going to speak first, as seconds, then a minute ticked by in uncomfortable silence. Mom finally looked up, and I saw her eyes welling up with tears. She sobbed "I'm so sorry" and just lay her head down on the table and cried.
Minutes passed and Mom seemed to run out of tears. She raised her head, looked at me, her soft brown eyes seeming to be a reflection of my own. "I would love to say it's not my fault, but that would be a lie. I totally took advantage of you last night and it was a sin, and a crime and I will probably burn in hell."
Mom had never been very religious, so I was a bit confused about the 'burn in hell' part. With intermittent jags of crying this is the story Mom told me. Since my Dad had died about a year ago, Mom had been very lonely and abstinent. She had not dated, but I knew that prior to his death, my parents had a very active (and sometime vocal) sex life. Mom had a friend and coworker, Kristin, that had come by the house a few times, but who I really did not know that well. Well, Kristin and Mom spent all day at work together, went out usually once a week after work for drinks, and apparently Kristin thought of Carol (Mom) as a surrogate mother since Kristin had lost her Mom at a young age, and her Dad had gone to prison for DUI in the accident that caused her Mother's death. Kristin had come up with the initial idea that since 1) Mom was horny and needed a man, and did not want to pick up a stranger in a bar and 2) that I was a nerd who didn't date much and was also (presumably) very horny, that Mom and I should have sex. Mom was, according to her, initially appalled at the suggestion. Over a period of weeks or months, the plan began to take shape that would alleviate the guilt that incest might cause. The plan was to act as if Mom had taken an overdose of Ambien, and in a kind of catatonic state would come into my room and have sex with me.
That part of he plan worked, although I became suspicious that Mom was not unconscious at all, but as a very willing participant. As I said earlier, Mom had gotten an orgasm, and as I lay there still kind of befuddled, I felt cheated and that led me to tipping Mom onto her back when she tried to get off of me, and pounded the heck out of her.
So as Mom finishes telling her story of connivance with Kristin to lure me into this incestuous act, she apologizes again. " I know you would not fuck such a fat, old, ugly woman of your own free will."
"Mom", I said, "you are not that old, you are certainly not ugly (she was kind of plain, to be honest), and I love a womanly figure and curves like you have. Although it was dark last night when you came into my room, I did see enough to know that you are a sexy woman and if given the choice, or the chance, I would enjoy really making love to you."
Mom averted her eyes and I could swear that she was blushing. "Would you really? If I said that we could go to my bedroom right now and make love, would you do it?"
