Drunk Mom Fucked By Horny Son On The Couch

Dad left for his business trip today morning and would be back after a week. I knew exactly what do with all this time and how to enjoy when dad was gone. I called my friend.

“Tony, I need some alcohol”

I went to college assured Tony will find a way to deliver it to me. His ways were always dramatic like a secret agent delivering a confidential and important item. I was excited for tonight, couldn’t wait for it. When I opened my locker, there was a brown paper bag inside with a tag on it that read: “Pay me later. Enjoy!”

My excitement was at its peak. Now all I wanted was an opportunity.

After dinner, I insisted mom to watch a movie with me. It was her favorite rom-com, she never got bored watching it. Her gaze was fixed on the screen; she was watching it very attentively. While my mind wandered elsewhere. I need to find a way and so it came to me. The bright idea.

“Mom, I am going to the kitchen for some snacks do you want something?”

“No, thank you so much, honey”

“Not even soda!”

“Alright bring some soda for me. And stop disturbing me please, it’s my favorite scene.”

It was the perfect moment. I had the plan and until now it was perfect. This was the final moment. I waited in the kitchen for some time and then opened the can and added in the alcohol.

“Here,” I said handing her the can.

“Thanks, honey,” she took a sip, “why does it taste different?”

“Maybe because it’s not chilled.”

She said nothing and emptied the whole can. Now all I had to do was wait. Because good thing comes to those who wait.

There were only 15 minutes left for the movie to end but when I turned to look at mom, she was fixed on her place like a mannequin. Her eyes were still on the screen but her gaze was empty. Her pupils were dilated. I remember the first time I gave her alcohol, I thought I killed her. I was so scared I cried all night but the next morning she was completely normal.

Her breathing was so relaxed, it was like she was sleeping. But she was not. She was completely awake. Her brain was half switched off. She can see, she can feel, and she can hear. All her senses were working but she can’t understand. Her brain lost the ability to process. She can’t react to anything quickly and her movements would be so slow. The next morning she will be back to normal.

I switched off the TV but she was still looking at the screen. Her hands were resting on the armrest of the couch and her legs were folded. I tapped on her shoulder – not much reaction as she was drunk. I can feel my heart coming into my mouth. Yes, I was scared, and I could feel it beating so fast that I can feel its throbbing very much. My palms started sweating, my body was heating up and my cock was getting hard.

I placed my hand on her knees and started moving up. My heart was beating even faster. She was soft. My hand reached the love hole. It was so warm I can feel it from above her tights. There was no reaction to whatever I was doing on her face.

I pulled out her white t-shirt, she was not wearing her bra, and her big busts were hanging in air swinging back and forth. They were huge and I loved them. I slowly started sucking her nipples, my fear was fading away. There was confidence building up inside me. I grabbed her tits and started fondling them; her body was warm and smelled of her sweet perfume. I loved her perfume.

Well, I wanted her to react. I wanted her to play with me. I wanted her to kiss me, to suck my growing cock but that wasn’t possible. And I was always jealous of dad for having a hot wife to suck and keeping her all to himself. I wanted him to share her with me.

I spent countless nights thinking about ways and techniques to get her in my bed. Hundreds of times, I jerked off imagining incext fuck with my own mother. She was a busty and beautiful mom. People regarded her as, “Yummy mummy”.

Carefully, I laid her on the couch and pulled out her tights too. I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties either. I bent down and started sucking her cunt. It tasted salty.

Suddenly, she jerked and in a very very low voice, which could not have been heard if the room would not have been so silent, she moaned. It was something like clearing her throat. For a second, I was scared but then it came to me she can feel. She cannot react very fast, she cannot process it but she still can feel it. I like that she was having fun as well.

From the shelf, I poured some oil on my thick long dick and rubbed it all over. I opened her legs wide and sat between them. I placed her legs on my shoulders and with a thrust, inserted half my cock inside her warm pussy. Another thrust and I was completely inside her.

I grabbed her boobs once again and started fucking her slowly. Her hot body thrusting against mine, I was fucking her wet cunt. Her boobs were soft as a sponge and her nipples hard; I pinched them and sucked them. My speed increased with every push and soon I was fucking with my full speed. The room echoed with the slapping of her skin.

She was still lying there. There was a slight change in her expression that proved me she could feel my cock. She too was enjoying with me. I turned her around and flipped her. She was now lying on her stomach.

I again started fucking her, spanking and kissing her and fondling her breasts. We were both sweating. She was sweating way less than me but I was covered in sweat. I could feel the heat emitting from my body. She again made that slow moaning sound. This got me even harder and I started fucking her with all my energy.

Soon I was feeling a little weak. I left her like that, naked with her legs wide open as if she was not a living thing but a manhandled sex doll. From the kitchen, I ate a sandwich and drank some soda and then more soda and sandwich. I wiped myself dry and came back to complete the fuck session and fucked her in 3 different positions for the next half an hour.

I came on her and not inside her. Then I wiped her clean, wiped my cum from her with a wet towel and the oil from her pussy. I dressed her again, which was very difficult and dragged her to her bed. I was so exhausted I couldn’t lift her up but somehow she was on her bed. And then I went to my bedroom with a smile and contentment.

Like always, the next morning was normal.

“What happened last night,” she asked me.

“You slept watching the movie so I have to take you to bed. You gained some weight.”

She smiled and went to the kitchen.

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