Marty was a tramp. Actually she was a highly educated woman, with a PhD in English Literature. But she could not hold her liquor. She'd been out with the girls the night before, and had a bit too much to drink. Actually she'd gotten blind drunk and needed her close friend Anita to take her home. She remembers going to the club, having a margarita, and that was it. Marty had a low tolerance for booze and should have been smart enough to know when to stop. She was Irish and everyone in her family - especially her mother and father, were heavy drinkers. When she went to confession, pouring out her heart to Father Murphy, the confessional reeked of alcohol. Yeah, the good bishop was a drunk too.
She was an attractive woman, having been divorced for ten years, She had been married to a drunk who was abusive. Her husband was uneducated and had barely finished high school before he was arrested for a DUI. After four DUI's he did the world a favor and crashed into a telephone pole. It seemed everyone in her world was an alcoholic. She also had abdominal problems due to anxiety which made it necessary for her to dash to the bathroom unexpectedly. Certainly it was embarrassing; this is why her dates were usually one-nighters.
On this particular morning she was wandering around their ranch style home, trying to remember the events of the evening before. The house seemed unnaturally quiet. Of course! She realized everyone must have left for their monthly religious retreat. They wouldn't be back until Sunday night. They were strict Catholics, meaning they used the Bible as a paper-weight. These retreats were OK for renewing their faith, but didn't help anyone with their alcohol addiction issues.
Everyone was out except Ricky. When she passed his room, she noticed his door was open. Glancing inside, she saw her son lying on his bed covered only with a sheet. Ricky was 18 and was going into the Navy soon. He was an Andy Hardy kind of guy, with freckles and a winning grin. He was awake. He looked at her and smiled sheepishly.
"It's ten o'clock," Marty said. "Don't you think you ought to get out of bed?"
He stretched and yawned and mumbled something about feeling lazy. Marty blushed when she noticed the tenting of the sheet over the area of his crotch. The boy had a hard-on! Most likely, he had been playing with himself.
She knew she ought to leave, but his hard prick throbbing under the sheet so close to her attracted her like a magnet. She could almost smell it. She chatted with him for about five minutes about nothing. Suddenly it struck her that he was aware she had noticed his hard-on.
She imagined him naked. Her mind rebelled at the idea. Thinking about Ricky that way was incestuous! Probably a mortal sin. She couldn't help thinking about his cock, however, and the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. She soon realized there was no way to avoid giving in to her impulses. Unless she had a few drinks, and she didn't want to drink in the morning.
I'm a sinful slut! she thought. I'm going straight to hell!!
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she glanced once again at the outline of his erect cock under the sheet and then looked him in the eye.
"Is that what I think it is?" she said.
He blushed. "I can't help it, Mom!" She was surprised to notice that his eyes weren't that innocent, but teenagers weren't innocent these days. He was doing what teenagers do.
"Is it me?" she asked. "Am I responsible for that?"
He mumbled something as she trailed her fingers down over his chest. After tickling his belly a moment, she put her hand directly on the contour of his cock. Fisting his cock shaft, she squeezed him once and let him go.
"Impressive ..." she said.
I can't help it! She thought. Ten years of one-nighters had taken its toll. She had reached a point in her life where she no longer wanted to fight her impulses. Life was too short. Especially the fucking part of it.
She knew that what she was about to do - what the church called a terrible sin, but she was long past worrying about the church. The only thing that mattered was the pulsing itch between her legs. Getting off the bed, she began undressing. "Promise me you'll keep this a secret," she said to him.
His face was flushed, but the gleam in his eyes told her what she wanted to know.
"I promise," he said.
She undressed slowly, teasing him - and herself - with a cheeky wiggle. When her bra came off, he was licking his lips, a sure sign he loved her tits. Her tits were heavy, and firm for a woman of 40.
She wondered how much experience he had. As she slipped her panties off, she leaned forward so that her full tits dangled from their weight. He had never seen her naked before. She had a broad curving belly, and a hairy motte.
"Not a word of this to anyone!" she hissed. "Don't forget. I'm your mother ..."
"I won't say anything," he croaked. "Don't worry!"
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No," he said.
She didn't know whether to be thankful about that. At least she wouldn't be totally responsible for corrupting him. On the other hand, has he ever been with a mature woman??? At her age, only forty, she had an insatiable hunger. She shivered as he gazed at her naked body. Climbing onto the bed, she pulled the sheet away from his body. She ran her fingertips over his abs and down to his groin.
Not wanting to wet the bed from her pussy's eagerness, she finally touched his prick. His cock was as rigid as a bar of iron. She ran her forefinger lightly along his cock shaft and touched his knob, dripping with precum.
"Do you want to kiss me? Or should I kiss your dickey?" she teased. She slipped onto the bed next to him.
She moaned under his lips. Being on the bed with him was terribly erotic for her. She hadn't slept with anyone his age. She'd had her fill of middle aged womanizers, men who cheated on their wives. She even went to bed with two guys at once. If you count everyone, Anita could be included too. But this was different - this was her son.
She squeezed his cock in her fingers. She could smell herself now. The humid scent of her wet pussy tickled her nostrils. Her pussy was flooded. She could feel the cunt juice trickling out of her hole, running down her inner thighs.
She began stroking his prick, moving her fingers from his balls up to his knob and back to his balls again.
"Jesus!" he groaned.
"Do you like that?" she cooed. "Do you like the way I touch your prick?"
"Christ, yes!" he said.
She realized now that the difference in their ages meant that she obviously had more experience and could teach him how to satisfy a woman. She didn't care if her shot his load or not; he'd be ready to go again in a few minutes. Satisfying a woman took hours, and she'd tell him about that. It wasn't like the movies where the woman lies there, her lover climbs over her, and in two minutes he's done. Fuck that! She was going to teach him about erogenous zones and foreplay. Moreover she'd teach him that most women are multi-orgasmic. Like her.
Moving down on the bed under the sheet, she began kissing his body. She ran her lips over his chest and then over his heaving stomach. He didn't have much body hair, so his skin was smooth. His cock throbbed in her hand. She ran her fingertips over his velvety knob. She pinched the tip of his cock head to get some juice out of his piss hole and then she smeared it around over his knob with her fingertip.
She cradled his cock in her hand. His thick shaft throbbed on her palm.
Moving her face closer now, she swirled her tongue over his piss slit.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.
She thrilled at the pleasure she was giving him. She licked him again, running her tongue around over the rim of his knob and down his cock shaft to his balls. Smelling and tasting his flesh, she nibbled at the slippery foreskin of his prick.
She spit on it, rubbing the saliva around. She rubbed her lips up and down his cock shaft, massaging his throbbing prick. Holding his cock shaft lightly in her fingers, she gently pumped him, jerking him with a slow rhythm. His foreskin was like velvet.
She loved the way her saliva made his flesh so soft and slippery. Her heart pounded as she fondled and caressed his rampant cock. Moving her mouth up to his cock head again, she wrapped her lips over his knob and sucked. She was embarrassed at first at the slurping noises she made. Then she realized it added more flavor to sucking a cock. His ass was bare and prompted her to jam her middle finger, rotating, up his rectum.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he moaned.
Gobbling him now, she took his cock deep in her mouth, the ring of her lips moving down his cock shaft. She licked him like an ice cream, then sucked him like a popsicle. His cock head scraped against the roof of her mouth and then jabbed at the back of her throat. The spongy knob felt huge. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock. She loved it.
His ass worked against the bed as he squirmed under her face. She bobbed her head up and down, happily sucking on his flesh. She thrilled each time his cock head jabbed at her tonsils. His breathing was ragged now. She wondered if any of his girlfriends had ever sucked him off like this.
She was making up for all the years she'd been deprived of decent cock. God, he was big now! His cock seemed huge in her mouth. She used her fingers to squeeze him gently to keep him from coming too soon. She wanted to play with it, caress it, love it, and then when he couldn't take it any more, swallow his creamy load.
Her pussy was soaked with her dribbling, her body telling her she was ready. Her cunt throbbed and tingled with anticipation. Soon she would have his cock inside her. She'd let him pound her, riding high, rubbing against her clit. With any luck she'd come two or three times before he unloaded. This was all running through her mind.
Finally removing her lips from his cock, Marty looked up at him.
"Do you like the way I suck you?" she asked.
"Jesus, yes!" he hissed.
"Do you want some more?" She loved teasing him.
"Christ, yes!"
Now she lapped his cock shaft again, running the point of her tongue up and down his blue-veined pink prick. Her lips closed over his spongy cock head and she sucked vigorously at the tip of his cock.
He wiggled and squirmed, his hips thrusting as he attempted to fuck her face with his cock. She was taking her own pleasure now. She loved the feel of his warm cock filling her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she sucked on him hungrily.
When she finally pulled her mouth off his prick, she rolled over onto her back and cried out, "Now, do me! Stick it in me."
She was pulling out all the stops. She planned on letting him fuck her then she'd teach him how to lick pussy. Most of the guys who picked her up just wanted to get themselves off. She usually felt used and pissed off. That made her want to drink more.
The boy rose up on his knees. He gazed down at her glowing flesh, his hot eyes raking over her tits and cunt. She spread her legs open, showing him her pussy, exposing the pink thick labia of her steaming gash.
