Late for Wor
Taboo/incest Story

Late for Wor

by Hobstoclegrin 7 min read 4.4 (70,700 views)
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I was late for work. Again. I hadn't even left the house yet!

Slept in, no time for a shower, and woke to find mom hadn't washed any of my dirty laundry.

And the worst part, I didn't even have time to rub one out.

I have a massive sex drive, and get super frustrated if I can't "relieve" myself before work.

It pissed me off. I looked like shit, smelled like shit, was sexually frustrated and late for work.

I needed to yell at someone, so I barged into my moms bedroom, ready to tell that bitch what for.

I could tell instantly yelling would accomplish nothing.

It was a familiar sight by now. She was propped up in bed, head bowed and passed out. A lit cigarette hung limply from her lips, half of it a line of ash threatening to fall.

She was still attractive, despite the trashy vibes. Fuck. I must have been really horny to be thinking about my mother's attractiveness at all. It wasn't my fault, she had a decently toned body and large natural breasts. Fuck. I shouldn't be thinking about this at all.

I rolled my eyes instead- she was hitting her "medicine" early today.

It had been like this ever since the accident.

Her work was at fault, bad compliance resulting in a broken leg. Even more, there had been some shenanigans with the insurance payout. She was likely entitled to a big payday if she wanted, but all of her focus had been on her "pain management" medication.

Oxy was prescribed for the pain, and despite the accident occurring over a year ago, she kept finding new pains to "manage".

It was sus that the doctor worked for the same big corporation that was at fault for her injury, but mom didn't want to rock the boat- the doctor was keeping the scrip going. He probably knew that as long as mom had her medicine, she wouldn't pursue the big payday. Fuckers.

I huffed, loudly. She had upped the dosage last week, and had become more useless than usual. It pissed me off.

I crossed over to her, shaking her awake. She groaned, limply trying to wave me away. The ash dropped onto her chest.

Rolling my eyes, I took the cigarette from her mouth and ground it in the ashtray, then flicked off the ash. It smeared, so I had to rub it off a few times.

That's when I noticed her nipples.

She was wearing her silk negligee, black and light. She'd always put on her robe when walking around the house, but my wiping away the ash revealed just how thin the material was.

Two hard nipples protruded proudly from the sheer silk, and I stared, becoming acutely aware that I hadn't jerked off today.

Her breasts were large, looking deliciously firm, and her two hard nipples stood at attention, begging for attention.

I looked up at her, convinced I had woken her. Caught her son staring at her tits.

But no, she was still unconscious, face turned away resting against the backboard.

My eyes traced along her neck, back down to her chest. She was a stunning woman, beautiful all her life, and had worked hard before the accident to stay attractive. I was disgusted with myself for ogling her body, but her pose had a feminine vulnerability that I couldn't rip my eyes away from.

I licked my lips, shook her again from the shoulder. She mumbled something, barely audible, but didn't wake up. I lifted her arm up by the wrist, let it fall. It fell limp.

She was definitely out.

I didn't have time for this, I was already late for work. And here I was ogling my mom's tits.

She had long nipples though. And fat. The kind that would hypnotize any hot-blooded young man. And my blood was running hot- draining from my brain directly to my dick.

I licked my lips again, rapidly losing the fight with my rapidly hardening dick to stop.

Gingerly I stretched out my hand. Just graze the nipple, just one little touch. It wouldn't count.

I touched the nipple, my fingers barely touching the slick silk fabric. It was firm, malleable, inviting.

My eyes shot up to her face again. Surely this clearly inappropriate touch would wake her. But nothing.

My dick strained in dirty shorts. It wouldn't be satisfied with a single touch. I had crossed a boundary, done something forbidden and taboo- not to mention non-consensual. This was disgusting and wrong and evil!

But I touched again. This time rolling the nipple between my fingers. It was thrilling to do the unspeakable! Taking advantage of a vulnerable woman- my own mother no less!

I was rubbing myself over my shorts as I explored the other nipple. I had never been so turned on in my life!

Overcome, I squeezed her whole breast. She whimpered.

I jumped back a full three feet, terrified.

How was I going to explain this? I was groping my own mother, grabbing her tits for my own gratification!

But she hadn't woken up, just laid there, eyes closed, nipples still rock hard.

Still, I had already gone too far. I'd wake her up, then go to work. Pretend this never happened.

I went back to her, shaking her again.

"Mom, wake up!" I ordered.

"Stooooop." She murmured, again lamely shooing me away. Then she was out again.

Frustrated, I grabbed her tits again. This would wake her up for sure. I'd just play it off like it didn't happen.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned instead, and she slightly pushed her chest out.

I froze, hands full with two firm lumps of flesh, my mother pushing them into my hands.

She liked this? She was enjoying being molested by her son!?

My erection came back in full force. She liked it? I liked it.

Fuck it.

Too far gone to help myself, I wrestled my shorts around my ankles, grunting as I started feverishly jerking my cock. I moaned loudly as I wrapped my hands around my meat, finally giving it the attention it craved.

With one hand I played with her tits, the other I jacked off. I pulled her nipples, grabbed full handfuls, switching from breast to breast. It was glorious.

But I am a disgusting fiend, and I needed more.

I pulled the shoulder straps off, and with a light pull revealed her naked breasts. She leaned slightly to assist. She really was enjoying this!

I grunted at the sight of her naked, female flesh. Large globes of flawless skin capped by pink, inviting nipples. They were long and fat, and I stroked myself furiously at the sight.

I've had a few girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time in a long while looking at tits not coming from my phone. They looked so firm and juicy.

I groped at them again, moaning as I squeezed hot, firm flesh.

I was close, but wanted even more. I couldn't come this far and not suck on those succulent tits. They were meant to be sucked on. She wanted them to be sucked on.

Drooling, I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth.

"Yesssss..." Mom moaned lightly as I sucked on her tits like a man possessed.

Hearing that moan of pleasure was too much for me, and I popped right then and there.

I grunted, more like roared, as hot cum shot out of me. Fat ropes of semen blasted onto the sheets and comforter on the side of the bed. If she woke up now there'd be no doubt- her son blowing his load all over the place while sucking on her tits.

But she didn't move, and all I could was hold on as I drained my balls messily on her sheets, all the while grunting with a face full of titflesh.

With a final jerk my orgasm subsided, and I stepped away, my entire body buzzing with pleasure. God that was a good cum.

Then the shame and horror at what I had just done slammed home. I had just raped my mother! I took advantage of her unconscious body and used it to gratify myself! She was stoned and defenseless, and I just used her for sex!

And it had been the best orgasm of my life. The fact she was so helpless had made me cum harder. Not to mention how taboo it was. She was my mother, and I had gotten off on it.

And I had stained her sheets in the process. There was no way around this- thick blasts of evidence staining the side of the bed. Even if she was stoned stupid until it dried, the smell alone would betray my sin.

There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change the sheets, and I was still late for work.

I was freaking out, unable to think of a solution.

So I left.

I just left! Just put my pants on and went to work.

I didn't even put her top back on, just left her laying there with her tits out, fresh teenage cum drying inches from her.

I was so fucked.

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