This is a work of fiction. All characters are assumed to be of legal age.
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Monica was sleeping deeply when her son Tyler came home. She'd been working lots of overtime and the unexpected promotion to manager had added a level of stress. She had been sleeping poorly for a while and now that she had a day off due to President's Day, she'd tossed back a few drinks and fell into a deep slumber. When she'd stumbled into her room, she hadn't closed the door and merely stripped before falling asleep.
Tyler was a typical nineteen-year-old nerdy boy. He wasn't athletic or handsome, didn't play a cool instrument or drive a sweet ride. He worked the evening shift at a fast food joint while going to school. It was his second semester at the local community college and there still wasn't a girl in his life.
Tyler parked his car and entered through the kitchen door. He dropped off some food he'd brought home from work and started upstairs. He noticed his Mom's door was open and the light still on. Curious, he looked in.
"Holy shit..." he said softly.
Monica lay on her left side, more or less facing the door, and totally nude. Tyler stood there staring. After an eternity, he slowly entered the room and approached the bed. There was a glass on her nightstand and it contained a few drops of an alcoholic beverage. He gazed at her body longingly before gently reaching out to touch her shoulder. Monica didn't stir. Her flesh felt amazing and without thinking, he allowed his hand to slide down to her breast. It was soft, warm and oh so very nice. Monica was a plump, full-figured woman with large, heavy breasts. Tyler crept forward ever so gently, afraid to wake her, yet afraid to pass on this one in a million chance. He flinched and recoiled when she moaned and rolled over onto her back. But, when she didn't wake, Tyler relaxed again. Her breathing steadied. Now both of her breasts were visible. They pancaked out to either side and looked amazing.
Monica shifted slightly, sliding her left foot up to her right knee, then started snoring softly. Tyler gasped and pulled back at first, then moved to look at her pussy. Monica was displaying her well-groomed womanhood. Tyler thought he'd never see a prettier pussy. Her mound was covered in soft reddish-brown fur, but below that, she was smooth and bare. Her labia were thick and wide, and her inner lips seemed like a flower. Reluctantly but wisely, Tyler backed off. He left the room, quietly closing her door.
Monica dreamed. She dreamed of lounging naked by the poolside with handsome young men caressing her, loving her. She didn't want to wake but with a full bladder screaming at her she was forced to. As she sat on the toilet her head swam. She knew she'd have a hangover if she didn't do something now and somehow her mind fixated on a bottle of Gatorade in the fridge. Still tipsy and in a fog, she staggered to the kitchen and opened the quart bottle.
"Mom? You okay?"
"Uh, just had a little too much to drink last night. I'll be fine." She answered.
Tyler didn't turn on the light, the two nightlights they had were plenty. She was still naked and apparently unaware of this. He opened the fridge and got out the milk. The light played over her and he took it all in. He poured himself a glass, trying to act normal.
"Geez, I should know better..." she mumbled, "That was definitely too much booze."
"How much did you drink?" Tyler asked.
"I think I killed an entire bottle.." she replied between sips. Monica rubbed her forehead with one hand.
"Bottle of what?" Tyler asked, wanting to keep her talking.
"One-fifty-one rum with juice."
"Holy shit Mom, no wonder you're drunk!"
"I am not! Just tipsy..."
"Well, I'll have to disagree with you," Tyler said, laughing.
"What do you know? You're eighteen, You've never been drunk."
"Maybe not, but... well, I do know a few facts I can point out in support of my argument."
"Like what?" she shot back.
"Well for one, you don't drink often so a whole bottle is a lot for you. Secondly, that is really strong stuff. Thirdly, the sugar in the juice gets the alcohol into your cells easier and faster. That's science. Fourthly, your current state indicates intoxication and lastly, I must add as a simple observation, you are a very beautiful woman."
Monica stood there puzzled. Tyler had the biggest smile on his face... why? A drop of moisture fell from the bottle and landed on her breast. As she wiped it off she realized that she was standing there naked. Her first reaction was to turn away or cover herself, then, before her slowed reactions could overcome her inertia, she saw the futility of it all. Tyler had seen everything. Why get modest now?
"Oh fuck..." she said.
"Gladly," Tyler answered, "But only if you ask me when you're sober."
"Huh?"
"You taught me, drunk consent is no consent. So ask me again when you're sober."
"Wait... you'd fuck me?"
"Sure!" Tyler answered. "You're beautiful!"
"I'm fat and twice your age! I'm also your mother."
"You're not fat. You're full-figured. Lots of guys prefer mature women to inexperienced girls. Who better to teach us about making love than a woman who knows how to do it right? And yes, you are my mother. So what? I know a couple of guys who lost their virginity to their moms. It's not as rare as you think. People just don't talk about it."
"Wait, what? I-I can't keep up... You want to lose your virginity with me?"
"I can't think of anyone better. You don't want me to go out and screw some slut at a party and pick up an STD, right? And I want a woman to teach me who truly cares about me. But I know that you're drunk and tomorrow you probably won't remember any of this, I just needed to say it." Tyler turned and walked away.
Monica was stunned. Her brain struggled with all of the information. It was finally down to two trains running on parallel tracks. One, her son wanted her to teach him how to make love. And truthfully, she did want him to learn it right, or at least not to learn it wrong. On the other was the impropriety of it all. But it did happen, she'd also heard whispers of it. But this was crazy! You don't just make love to your own son on a whim! But here she was actually thinking about it. Seriously contemplating it. Not only that, but she had been casually standing naked in front of him. And she wanted a good fucking, It had been far too long since she'd had a lover. But... her son? Really? How could she do that? Oh, she had no doubt it would be good sex, well, maybe not at first. But he looked too much like his father, probably well hung like him too.
Damn! Why was she even thinking of this? She couldn't fuck him. No, she could, no one would know. Okay then, she shouldn't fuck him. Well, actually she did owe him. He'd been there for her in every other way since his father died. He'd never complained, stepped up when needed, shouldered the burdens as needed and she was so proud of him. Wait, was she actually thinking of sex as a reward? That's nuts! But Tyler was right, he was too nerdy. Girls turned him down when he asked them out. He could go to a party and might get lucky. But that would either be a slut or a drunk. No, he wouldn't screw a drunk. He was better than that. Hell, he'd actually said that just now hadn't he? So it'd be a loose girl, a party girl, a slut. And a slut might have a disease or infection. That or she'd get knocked up. She took a couple of naproxen and killed the Gatorade. Monica stood there for a long time pondering everything. She even wondered why he'd left. She was still standing here naked, why hadn't he stayed to either gawk at her or press his point? Confused, but with a slightly clearer head, she went up to his room.
Without knocking Monica entered his room and sat on his bed. She realized belatedly that Tyler was in the shower. Her mind was trying hard to process all the information into something that would allow her to make a logical decision. Instead, her mind wandered. She recalled the night she lost her virginity. She had expected something extra special and memorable, but sadly, it wasn't special to the boy she'd been infatuated with. She'd later regretted it.
Tyler was quite aroused in the shower and tempted to jack off, but decided it would be better if he lay in bed and fantasized about his big, beautiful mom and her absolutely awesome tits. From the shower, he could see the hallway reflected in the mirror, and thus he spotted Monica going into his room. And she was still naked. Tyler rinsed off and then turned off the hot water. He stood there in the cold water spray for as long as he could stand it and his erection diminished. It didn't go completely away, but it was manageable. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist and strolled into his room.
"What's up Mom?" Tyler said feigning surprise.
"I-I'm not sure..." Monica said. "You said you knew guys who had... had... uhm, sex... with their moms?"
"Yeah," he replied as he combed his long hair out.
