I didn't plan this or deliberately put myself in a position to make it even a remote possibility; as a matter of fact, I had never even thought of such an absurdity at any time in my twenty years of life ... until that moment just minutes before it actually happened. This was before the days of the internet and widespread TV with their wealth of information, good, bad and downright dirty.
Except for a novel here and there, there was nothing painting thought provoking, taboo scenarios for the fledgling imagination of horny young men, so unless you were inherently twisted, Your thoughts didn't run that deep. You weren't even aware that kind of thing happened.
I must admit though, that at that point, when I realized where I was and sized up the overall situation, I immediately recognized the immense possibilities. Within seconds I became sweetened by a dark and exciting idea suddenly taking shape in my head, albeit in a drunken state of mind. From thenceforth, the alcohol in my blood, youthful hormones and the ripe conditions took charge of my mind and body, aided by the suddenly invoked images I'd accidentally witnessed twice during the past month.
I was drunk and horny enough to try what I had in mind and sober enough to recognize that under the circumstances I could get away with it either way - I could succeed or if I failed, offer an apology and be pardoned on a technicality. It was after this bit of rationalization, I quickly came up with a plan.
It all began after I'd been out with a couple of cousins and a few mutual friends helping one of my cousins celebrate his birthday over drinks in a neighborhood pub. Unlike the other guys, drinking wasn't really my thing and I'd only been taking a little one every now and then, starting a year ago on my first payday, but on that night, just like I'd done two months ago on another birthday drinking session, I went beyond the usual little drink and started experiencing the same miserable feelings, light headedness and blurred vision.
Close to eleven PM one of my cousins recognizing my state went onto the street and got a taxi for me even though home was only a five minute walk away. I reluctantly took leave of the imbibing group. As I was bundled into the car I heard my cousin laughingly tell me not to throw up all over Auntie Elaine like I'd done the last time.
Since I'd started being out late a year ago, my mom, after just six months of the almost nightly annoyance and being spurred on by my stepfather who didn't like me, got tired of me knocking on the front door late at night and instructed me to always go to the bedroom I shared with my younger siblings and lightly tap on the window and let one of them wake up and open for me. The door had only two keys; one for my mom and one for my stepfather. In those days you had to be twenty one or over to have your own key.
In my wobbly state I didn't feel like making it in the dark along the side of the house to our room. In the oblong bottom-flat apartment, it was living room first then mom's bedroom, then us kids own - then the kitchen with the back door. So, with alcohol driven belligerence I went to the front door, ready for a fight with my stepfather, forgetting that the guy, who worked with a gold mining company, was, at that moment, thousands of miles away and only came home every other Friday night and spent the weekend, leaving before dawn on Mondays to catch a flight into the interior.
Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door was pulled open. Through blurred vision I recognized my mom standing there with an indulgent smile on her face and a bath towel wrapped around her bloated body. At forty, she was six or seven months pregnant after an absence of ten years since the last of four kids. She must have gotten up to pee or something, I guess, and hearing the car door slam, looked out and saw it was me.
I staggered in and she closed the door behind me and took my arm to help me along the corridor to my bedroom. I heard her laugh and just as she blurted out that she hoped this time I'd done my vomiting on the road, I got the hiccup, bent over and started spraying the floor.
She quickly stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach, keeping me from falling as I bent over, puking my guts out. After a couple of minutes I began to walk with her help and just as I reached the sink outside the bathroom I started throwing up again. Another couple of minutes passed before she asked me if I was feeling better. I nodded and she told me to take a shower.
She helped me out of my clothes, stopping short at my briefs and I stepped into the bathroom. She said she was going to clean up while I showered. A short while later I saw the door push open and she placed a clean brief and a towel on a hook on the bathroom door.
She stood looking at me for a while in my weak-kneed, drunk, state. I was too high to be concerned about my nakedness. She asked if I could make it on my own from there. I nodded and she left. After I dried my skin and put on the clean brief, I began brushing my teeth. As I turned around to leave the bathroom I felt a sudden dizziness and my eyes began to get dark.
On rapidly weakening legs I made it to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I felt my body knock against my kid brother. I told him to move over so I could lay down. He told me I didn't sleep there. Annoyed, I pushed against his body and let him know that it was no time to play, that I was tired and felt like I was going to faint.
I heard him whisper, "I hope you're not goin' to puke again."
He scuttled away to the other side of the bed and my head had barely hit the pillow before I blacked out. When I came to, I don't know how long after, I was on my side, my waist pressing against Joe's back. I felt a pressure below my waist and realized I had a hard-on and I was gripping Joe's thigh. I jumped back, startled by the weird shit. I lay still on my back, hardly daring to breathe and not opening my eyes. Seconds later Joe rolled over onto to his back, his side pressing against mine. I kept my eyes closed, hoping my sudden movement hadn't awakened him.
After a few minutes I realized that he was still sleeping and I cracked my eyes open halfway and glanced to the side without turning my head. In the almost dark room, just barely lightened by a weak glow from the street lamp coming through the blind-less window, I made out the big, naked, light brown belly of my mother.
I had gone into the wrong room! I moved my eyes up and saw the swollen breasts, one, bare and shiny, was leaning onto my upper arm. Mom was only wearing panties, the waist of which had slipped to her belly bottom. I could understand her sleeping like this at this time of the year. I myself, and Joe, even when it was not nearly as hot, only ever slept in our briefs or pajama bottoms; it was only my teenage sisters who were ever fully covered, but in light night dresses or short pajamas.
My cock, which had started to shrink from the earlier scare made a sudden about turn and began swelling up into hardness again as my cracked eyes examined mom's near-nude form. As the cock swelled, so did an idea that had entered into my drunk, horny head. It took only about two or three minutes of appraising the situation and a little back and forth argument between the two heads to make a decision; the big head relented and decided to let the little head have its way. I could hear mom breathing hard and her body made a little twitch.
I began playing over in my head what I'd seen twice during the past month. One hot midday when I was home on a day off from work I had offered to help mom in the kitchen because she looked tired. She left me cutting up vegetables and went to her room for a little rest saying she would be back in fifteen or twenty minutes. Two minutes later I realized I had to ask her something about the ingredients.
I'd to her room and found the door open. Looking in I saw her standing at the side of the bed in panties only. She had taken off the maternity dress she'd been wearing and was bent over pulling up a half slip. She often wore a half-slip pulled up to above her breasts when it was hot, even before becoming pregnant. She looked up, and seeing me, blushed heavily as she quickly fixed the slip in place.
On another occasion, two weeks later, I'd come home early from work and the kids were still at school. The door was not locked so I pushed it in and entered the apartment. Walking along the corridor on my way to the kitchen I looked into mom's room, the door of which was wide open. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg up on it, completely naked and applying cream to one swollen leg, thighs spread wide enough to expose her plump, slightly hairy vulva - it was cracked just a bit, showing some pink inside.
I stood still for a moment taking in the caramel body with the dark brown areolas on full, vein streaked breasts, and the pregnancy thickened legs and thighs with. She looked up and upon seeing me jumped so hard the cream jar popped out her hand and flew across the room to land at my feet. She started laughing shyly. Unthinking, instead of abruptly turning around and leaving the room. I picked up the jar and walked across the room to give it to her. I then mumbled an apology and fled the room.
I'd put both incidents out of my mind and hadn't thought about it until this moment as I lay drunk with a raging hard-on beside her naked body.
Mom's legs were slightly parted. Turning onto my side I threw one leg over and between hers, letting a bent knee come to rest at the bottom of her belly, and pressing into her crotch. Simultaneously I threw an arm over her and let my spread fingers cover the full, soft breast on the other side of me. Her body jerked and stiffened and I could feel the wild pumping of her heart and hear her heavy breathing.
"Maureen, if I over-sleep don't forget to wake me up before your mother comes home from work," I said in a pretended sleepy drawl.
With that I turned my head and slid down just enough to take the nipple of the breast next to my shoulder into my mouth. Mom hissed as I clamped my mouth around the stiff, stout pip and began to suck. After about ten seconds she pulled away, severing my mouth from the engorged nipple. I felt her hand lift my knee off her crotch.
She whispered, "Ian, this is not Maureen, if you're feeling better now, get up and go to your room."
She turned over onto her side backing me, with knees drawn up and hands under her pillow. I made an annoyed suck-teeth sound and followed her, after swiftly lowering the waist of my briefs to below my balls. I threw an arm around her and once again gripped a spongy breast, then pressed my hard cock into the deep crack of her ass. She was a slightly fleshy woman and had a nice round ass.
"Ian ... boy ... sober up please, I am not Maureen, go to your room," she whispered anxiously.
She was obviously taking care not to make a scene and risk waking up her kids in the next room. I held firm, following her retreating body with mine, even lifting her leg and sliding mine between hers. Her heart under my palm was thumping wildly, just like mine. I moved my hand to the nearer breast and began massaging it. She let out a little moan. We remained like that for a little while before I started gently humping her ass. Her entire body was trembling as I massaged her breast and humped her ass. I lowered my hand and forced my cock deeper, letting its length run along her pussy lips.
"Raise up your leg Maureen, so I could get in," I said.
