Terri had been out with a few girlfriends celebrating a friend's fortieth birthday. Slightly embarrassed, she stumbled out of the taxi into the house late that night intoxicated in a way she had never been around her children.
"Mom?" Anthony said with some concern hearing his mother stumble on the stairs.
"Sorry, Anthony," she said with a slurred non-whisper as she tried to compose herself. "Am I being too loud?"
"No," he said with a little amusement as he helped his mother climb the stairs and into her room. He had just exited the rooms of his younger siblings after checking on them before finding his mother on the stairs. "Angela and Aaron are still asleep. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said with an uncontrolled giggle. "Lisa's party got a little out of control. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be seeing me like this."
"It's fine. You deserve a night out every once in a while."
"You're such a good kid." Terri pulled her son into a hug. As she embraced him, she was keenly aware of his tight, wiry body. Anthony wasn't an athlete but he had been blessed with lean genes from each of his parents. As they separated, she noticed for the first time how handsome he was.
Anthony had inherited the olive, Mediterranean tone of his father and his mother's green eyes. His thick, straight, caramel blonde hair hung nearly to his shoulders. All the same length, he usually tied his bangs back in a half-tail or tucked the locks behind his ears. He had a few wispy, dark blonde hairs on his upper lip and some lighter colored hairs on his chin that the family enjoyed teasing him about but he grew with pride. Overall, he looked younger than his eighteen years. It was something his father had counseled him on as Domenic had been a late bloomer himself. However, it was easy for Terri and her husband to see the man Anthony would develop into.
"You're really handsome." She immediately knew she wouldn't have given him a second look if it hadn't been for the stripper that was hired for the party and the fact that Domenic had been away on business for nearly two weeks.
"Thanks," Anthony said hesitantly.
"Seriously," Terri said. "Why do you think all those girls call you?"
Anthony blushed. He did always have a steady girlfriend along with a few biding their time, waiting for him to break up. And while he and his parents were open and honest about sex, this felt like it was a conversation that could easily go in a direction it shouldn't. "I'm going back to bed now. You sleep in tomorrow. I'll take care of breakfast for Angie and Aaron. Have a good night."
Terri grabbed his arm before he got too far. "Is your horny, drunk mother embarrassing you? I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Mom." Anthony gently tried to pull out of her grasp but her grip was too tight. "But I think you need some sleep."
"I also need to get fucked," she said directly. "Do you know how to use that thing?"
"Mom!"
"What?" She stepped in closer to him and ran her free hand over his bare chest. Like the rest of him, it was practically hairless. As she spoke, she slowly moved it down to his boxers and began to knead his covered dick which quickly responded. "I know what you're packing. Hard not to notice. We've seen you walking to the bathroom in the morning. That tent is very noticeable. Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Even your father is a bit jealous."
"Okay," Anthony said seriously. "I need to go. Mom, you're drunk and I don't want you to regret this tomorrow or think I'm taking advantage of you."
"That doesn't exactly sound like a no," Terri said as she continued to stroke Anthony's concealed, growing erection.
"Mom," Anthony pleaded. "Please?"
"What? Don't you think I'm as pretty as those girls you date?"
At five feet nine inches, Terri was three inches taller than Anthony and despite being twenty-one years older than he was, she looked like she could have been his older sister. Her natural brown hair had been tinted auburn and hung loosely just below her shoulders. Unlike Anthony and his father who were naturally bronzed, she spent a good amount of time out in the sun to get a similar color on her pale skin. Though she didn't have a regular routine, she tried to do little things to keep her body lean and in shape. Her breasts, though they were not as perky as they had been years ago, were larger than most women's her size but not overwhelmingly so. Combined with the swell of her hips, she had a silhouette that she knew her friends envied.
Anthony didn't want to answer her question. His friends had often commented on how hot his mother was, and if she hadn't been his mother, he probably would have agreed. He muttered, "I don't believe this."
"I know your friends think I'm pretty." Terri stepped closer to her son and pressed her lips to his neck while she maneuvered her hand into the fly of his boxers to stroke him directly. "Please Anthony? Just once?"
"We can't, Mom."
"We shouldn't," she corrected with a smile. "But we definitely can."
Anthony watched his mother drop to her knees and lower his shorts in the process. He groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking. For a few minutes, he stood motionless in combined shock and disbelief as he watched her. From the moment he had been engulfed by her, he was already experiencing a better blow job than any he had gotten from his girlfriends. Hesitantly, he put his hand on his mother's head and began to thrust into her.
Terri pulled off momentarily but continued to stroke him. "That's definitely a mouthful. See? Not so bad, is it?"
"It's great," Anthony said around a deep, steadying breath.
"I could suck on this all night but I remember what teenage boys were like. I want you to fuck me, Anthony. Can I keep sucking you or should we move to that?"
Anthony closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he should just run back to his room and lock the door until morning but his cock and balls were now in charge. "Let's fuck."
"Good." Terri got to her feet and pulled Anthony to the bed with her. After barely taking the time to remove her panties from under her skirt, she laid back and guided Anthony between her legs. She felt him tentatively press into her and part of her was grateful for his hesitance. While her husband's dick was not small, Anthony was already thicker and longer than he was and she experienced some discomfort as he entered her. She let out a soft, pained moan then said, "That is bigger than I thought."
Anthony began to pull back out. "Sorry. I should've known. A lot of girls are afraid of it and it takes me a while to talk them into fucking."
Terri hooked her legs around his thighs to hold him in place. "I didn't say stop. Girls might not like it, but women do. And this one wants to feel all of your big dick."
"It's not that big," Anthony said with mock humility as he balanced himself on his hands and resumed pushing deeper into his mother. He knew he was larger than most guys his age and hearing that he was larger than his father was a bit of a surprise. As he felt her tight pussy spread around him, he was happy she hadn't let him stop.
"Trust me, it is," Terri insisted. She knew Domenic was just over nine inches long and about five around and estimated Anthony to have at least another half-inch in length and an equally proportional increase in girth. "And you haven't even finished growing yet.
"I know," Anthony said with a blush.
"Shit." Terri let out a gasp from feeling her son fully sheath himself inside her. "Anthony, you are going to make women very happy with that."
"You're just saying that," Anthony said as he began to move his hips slowly.
"No, I'm not. Oh, that's good. Fuck me. Just like that."
They lapsed into silence as Anthony continued his steady rhythm. Though she was tight around him, it wasn't the same type of grip the girls he had been with had. His mother's pussy was snug yet pliable, like the perfect pair of jeans that moved and shifted with him yet hugged him close. Even her wetness was pleasantly different. Instead of the dripping moisture he was used to, she seemed to produce just the right amount of lubricant to facilitate their coupling without being excessive.
