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Mom, Johnnie Walker, and Me
Joy Benson's husband, Rob, had been killed two years earlier by his brother in a hunting accident. The first year after his death Joy spent her evenings quietly at home, but after that she began going out every Friday and Saturday night drinking. She always told her son, Robbie, she had a standing date with Johnnie Walker.
Joy was an Optician and worked Monday through Friday in a large eye clinic. She was forty-five, petite in stature, a little overweight, but curvy in the right places. Her husband had gotten her breast implants for Christmas the year before his untimely death. When fully clothed, they made her look a bit top heavy, but attractive. In a swimsuit or something more revealing, they looked like fake boobs. In the bars she frequented, she had the nickname Chesty. It was also well known that if a man bought her several shots of Johnnie Walker and danced with her a few times she'd put out. Joy rarely brought the same man home twice.
She made enough money to cover household expenses but not enough to be able to help her son pay for his college. Robbie, had taken a position in a men's clothing store to cover those. With classes during the day and work in the evenings, he really had little time for a social life. Robbie looked a lot like his father. He was about six feet tall, well-muscled, and handsome. Even though he didn't need them, he always wore glasses as his father had. He told his mother it made him look more mature.
In High School, before his father's passing, he always had a girl on his arm, but with his schedule, that was a thing of the past. He usually got home about nine-thirty. He would grab a bite to eat, then if his mom was home, would watch TV with her while he ate. When she was on her dates with Johnnie Walker, which he despised, he would eat in his room alone, knowing that about eleven, she would arrive with whoever bought her drinks that night. Robbie would put on his headset and watch porn to drown out the humping in the next room. His go-to favorites were petite MILFs with brown hair, big fake tits, and fucking a well-hung young guy, mother and son stuff. His mother was his fantasy and much more. Robbie was in love with his mother.
On a Friday night, Robbie had worked late doing inventory at the store. It was right at eleven when he got home. He saw the lights were on in the house as he pulled his pickup in front of it. His mother's car wasn't there but there was a car he didn't recognize parked at an angle in the driveway. It annoyed him, assuming it was mom's drunken date taking up both spaces. His mom rarely drove home from the bar in her car. He couldn't count the number of times he'd driven her the next morning to pick it up. More often than not, she wasn't sure which bar she'd left it.
He parked on the street and quietly went inside, hoping they'd already gone to bed. No such luck. Sprawled out on the couch was a man wearing nothing but his socks. His shoes were on the floor next to him. He was obviously passed out. His clothes were apparently still in his mom's room. The man was on full display. Robbie chuckled when he noticed the man's tiny cock hanging out below his rotund belly.
"Where da fuck are youuu?" his drunken mother called out from her room.
Robbie ignored her call and went to the kitchen for a bite to eat. He was looking into the refrigerator deciding what to eat when she called again.
"Com...come an fuck meeee, you athhole!"
Robbie shook his head as he closed the refrigerator door and headed for her room. The man on the couch had fallen over onto the floor on his stomach. He was laying in a pile of his own vomit. Robbie could see he was breathing and just left him there. When he stepped into his mother's room his cock seemed to spring to life. His mother's bed was one of those that was so high she used a step to get into it. Facing him was his mother's bare ass hanging over the side of the bed with her feet dangling just above the floor. He stood staring at her bare pussy. As he stepped toward her to put her into bed, he realized his shoes made a lot of noise on the hardwood floor. She heard him.
"Ss 'bout time. Nowww, put that cock in my pussssy where you promised," she slurred, as she wiggled her ass.
Robbie stopped and stood there staring at her.
"Fuuuk me! You somofabich!"
He needed no further instruction as he stepped up behind her. He reached out with his hand and slipped a finger between her labia. She was soaked.
"Cock! Bathtard! I need cock!" she screamed. Then she started crying. "Robbie, please. I need you."
He froze. 'Did she really call my name?' he wondered. 'No, she must be wanting dad.' Robbie unfastened his pants and let them drop, then pulled down his briefs. His cock was now inches from his mother's pussy. Robbie's cock was big. Not porn star big, but certainly a couple of inches longer than the five and three-quarters google said was average. He had never actually measured it but knew his girth was larger than average too. He took it in his hand and slid the glans between his mother's labia. She really was soaked. He lined up and pushed himself inside.
"Uhhhh, yess," she mumbled. "Fuck me."
Robbie began a slow, steady in and out as he held her hips. His mother's warm, wet pussy seemed to pull him in. She began moaning as he moved in and out of her. Her hips began to rock in time with his movements.
"Biggg cock," she slurred.
"You like big cock?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
"Ohhh Robbeee, yeth. I love your big co...cock," she moaned.
Robbie froze again. This was the second time she called his name. He couldn't remember her ever calling his dad Robbie, only Rob.
"I'm gonna fuck you good, baby doll," he said, remembering hearing his father tell her that many times as he heard them fucking.
"Ima suck you dry toooo, you big hannsom stud."
He had heard that before too. Robbie wet his thumb and began teasing his mother's asshole. Her hips raised to him, and she made a soft moan. He pushed his thumb in to the knuckle then stopped, letting her loosen. Her moans continued, and soon he pushed his thumb inside as far as it would go. Her hips began bucking. Robbie moved his thumb and cock in and out of his mother at a faster pace. Their bodies slapped together as he pounded into her.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she screamed, as her body began to shake and tremble.
He could feel her pussy and ass contracting on him as she came. Robbie grunted hard and spurted his cum into his mother's pussy. She continued with periodic spasms for a minute or so. When she stopped, he pulled out, grabbed her legs, and put them on the bed. Pulling her by the shoulders, he moved her face near his still hard cock. Her eyes opened briefly with the jostling and saw his cock. She opened her mouth and Robbie moved himself closer. Without hesitation, she took her son into her mouth. Robbie grinned as she swallowed as much as she could and hungrily sucked him.
"Mmmm, mmm," she mumbled.
He put his hand on her head as he began moving in her mouth. As he pulled back, he could feel her tongue darting around the head. Robbie, without warning, erupted into his mother's mouth. He saw her swallow a couple of times, then cum ran freely out of her mouth, across her lips, and dripping onto her bed. He left his cock in her mouth after he finished and until he began to soften, then pulled out. More cum flowed from her mouth and onto the bed as she passed out. Robbie took the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her, giving her ass another squeeze as he did. He pulled up his pants and fastened them. Robbie picked up the men's clothes that had been tossed onto the floor then walked to the door. Turning the knob to lock the door behind him, he stepped out and closed it. He checked to make sure the door was locked then tossed the man's clothes on the couch. Robbie fixed himself a sandwich then went to his room.
*****
When Joy woke, her face was still in the cum she had drooled onto the bed. She wiped her face on the blanket and tossed it on the floor. When she sat up, she could feel the cum between her legs, then remembered the wonderful big cock that had serviced her so well the night before. She slipped off the bed and wiped herself off with the blanket she had used on her face. She left the blanket on the bedspread, grabbed her clothes that she had so carelessly taken off, and put them with the blanket. She pulled the spread off the bed then moved the whole pile into the hamper. She checked the sheets for moisture. Finding none, she left the bed as it was and showered.
After showering she put on her robe and went to make coffee. As she stepped into the living room, she saw the man on the couch. He had apparently wakened and gotten off the floor. He was still only wearing socks and was lying on his back with his morning wood pointing toward the ceiling.
"What the hell?" she asked aloud, noticing his small cock. 'That's not the cock that fucked me last night,' she told herself.
Joy shook the man's shoulder to wake him. "Wake up. You need to go," she said.
He sat up, putting his foot in the mess he had made on the floor when he vomited.
"Fuck," he mumbled.
"I'll take care of that. Get dressed and go. My son's home."
He started to get dressed but was moving slowly. Joy was getting impatient wanting him to leave.
"Can I call you?" he asked.
"That's not a good idea. My boyfriend's a cop. He works nights and could be home any time. He'll shoot us both if he catches you here." This was her standard answer to get rid of the men.
