Story description: A son makes his mother a fuck-slut to cure her addiction but finds there's more going on than a single affliction.
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Provocative Position
It was early Saturday morning at 1:15 am when Chris heard his mom stumble through the front door.
He'd been concerned for her wellbeing and had waited up. He'd gone through this same scenario repeatedly for over two months and he'd reached his breaking point. She needed to be reined in before she harmed herself or others. He just didn't know what to do or how to do it.
He supposed the whole mess started when she decided to find the right man, or to point, failed to find one. Alone, sad, and at a bar, she gave in to sorrow and began binge drinking that saw no end.
He believed he knew what troubled her. In her mind, she believed being a 42-years old divorcee with a 19-year old son, created a roadblock for most men. It didn't matter that she was sexy cougar that wore tight low-cut dresses to attract an eye. Her failure wasn't her looks, it was when she spoke, or to point, didn't speak. He assumed men simply found her too boring and conversations never moved further than that. Of course, drinking herself into a stupor probably didn't help.
In some ways, he was grateful that she failed to attract a guy. Men in bars were not the type of people he wanted her to bring home. He feared they'd be drunkards or even worse. He imagined how dreadful their lives would be if such a man injected himself into their lives. For odd reasons, she seemed attracted to bad guys and was determined to find such a bloke. That wasn't the type she needed. Moreover, there were better ways to search for the right man and it wasn't in a tavern.
For the first few weeks, as she lethargically blundered into the house, he'd managed to guide her to bed. However, after that, it became tiresome and frustrating. He then decided that the best course of action was to leave her where she collapsed. It was his hope that when she woke up on the floor, she'd recognize she had a problem. So far, that hadn't worked.
Overall, he knew what to expect when he entered the living room. No doubt, she would be passed out drunk somewhere between the entrance and her bedroom. As previously determined, he'd check on her and then leave her where she lay.
What he hadn't expected was to find her bent over the arm of the couch with her short skirt hiked above her waist. She wore no panties and her curvy bottom and pussy were on full display.
"Oh, hell no," he said to himself.
At first, he shamefully turned away and contemplated whether to get a blanket to cover her.
That moment was like the Devil on his shoulder arguing with his moral conscious. It was an instance where his instinct to do what was honorable became a short-lived idea. Assaulted with an onslaught of impure thoughts, he felt compelled to look at her womanly assets once again. Once framed in his sight, he couldn't turn his ogling eyes from her.
He admitted she'd always been eye candy, but he'd never once thought of her as a sexual creature. She'd been known as mom and he had never viewed her any other way.
Now, something was different. Observing her posed in that provocative position made him feel awkwardly aroused and it caused his dick to harden. The moment he experienced that pleasant tingle flowing along his spine, he knew he had a problem.
His mind ran rapid. Oh fuck, I'm turned on. This is insane, she's my mom. But I can't help it, seeing her posed this way has made me horny. It feels wrong, yet, that's the reason it's so enticing. Fuck it, I'm taking my clothes off. She'll never know I jerked off while staring at her pussy.
Chris hastily removed his clothes and then sat naked in a chair behind her.
He felt weirdly tantalized by the idea of doing something extremely nasty and knowing no repercussions would stem from the immoral act.
Again, his mind battled with the ethnicity of the deed, but in the end, he argued that the action was justified. After all, it was ultimately her fault. She was the one dressed like a promiscuous woman without panties. It was her that came home drunk and passed out in a suggestive posture that welcomed him to be naughty.
No, he decided, he wouldn't feel guilty for what he was about to do.
With a clear conscience, he stroked his cock while watching her. At first, he felt uneasy, but oddly after several tugs, that sensation dissipated. Strangely, knowing the woman bent over the sofa was his mom made him harder and it provoked wicked fantasies.
After a few minutes of yanking his pecker, a perverse thought entered his mind. What if I got close and intimately caressed her? In her condition, she'd never know.
Jerking his prick with one hand, he stood and then walked up behind her.
When he came within a foot her, he became nervous. Racked by insecurity over the plan, he was initially unsure as to how to proceed. After a few moments, he convinced himself to simply touch her. In thought, he told himself, she's oblivious and will never know.
Now binding himself to the deed, he ran his free hand around her smooth rounded butt cheeks and along her curvy waist. He admired her shapely box for a while and then followed those actions with a long downward stroke along her inner thigh. Becoming anxious to touch her most intimate prize, he barreled back up and hesitated a few inches from her pussy.
He trembled from a pleasant chill produced from anticipation for his next sinful act.
Slowly he slid his fingers upon the tender flesh of his mother's vagina.
His dick twitched and pulsed as he played with her.
After a minute, the uneasy feeling struck again. He became worried that she might awaken from his illicit touch.
When he listened to her lightly snoring, he became confident that his concerns were misplaced. She was simply too shit-faced and would remain oblivious to his indecent manipulations.
Again, another nasty thought came to him. What if I touched her with my hard dick? I'll rub it up and down her crack while jerking it.
The idea of doing that to his sexy mom was enough enticement to cause a small driblet of precum to surge to the tip of his cock.
Using that drip as a lubricant, he smeared it along her slit and used the same action to splay open her pussy lips. Now divided, he proceeded to slither the broad head of his cock up and down with a repetitious stroke. With an additional urge to be wicked, he boosted his excitement by purposely rubbing the crown repeatedly against her clit.
Curious and explorative by nature, he thought, if I pleasured her, will she get aroused and become wet?
With that intended goal in mind, he spent a considerable amount of time pleasing her in this manner.
When he felt wetness lathering the head of his dick, he looked down at her pussy.
Her clit was engorged and distended like a large pearl. Her mound had flushed red and had become plump and well defined. Where his dick traveled, her inner lips had thickened and were now coated with a sticky white film.
What truly thrilled him was seeing her pussy gape with a rounded tunnel.
He observed that cavernous void glistening and felt warm moisture radiate from it. Such temptation couldn't be ignored, and he no longer questioned the morality of his next action.
Chris angled the tip of his cock to the rim of that cavity and then slowly plunged in.
As her tunnel enveloped his shaft, the sensation was wondrously soothing. It was as if his cock slid into pipe coated with wet silk. It sent a tingle down his spine and urged him to thrust deeper.
