Drunk Mom and Me – 2 updated

Drunk Mom and I – 2

It was a long day for me. Hardly paying attention to schoolwork. Thinking of what I had done the previous night. The long ride home in the back seat of the car with my own drunk Mom on my lap. Getting so full of lust that I actually fucked my own mother without her even knowing. Going several times to the washroom and half whacking off, but stopping myself in anticipation of that evening.

I helped Mom make dinner and sat with her for awhile on the sofa watching TV. I had mentioned a movie that was on that had good reviews, hoping to lull her into watching it. She went and had a bath and I thought my plans were going to fail until she came back in her robe to watch the film. I got her a blanket to cuddle into. It came on at nine o’clock and she started watching it while on her third drink. She had even positioned the bottle of gin and tonic on the side table. I was thrilled. Went upstairs to do homework and said good night to her.

But didn’t do anything except creep back to the top of the stairs to peek down at Mom. She had turned the volume down and got herself another tall gin drink. Sipping it while engrossed in the movie. I looked down at her and wondered why I had never thought of her as a gorgeous woman before. She had a wonderful body, great long legs and fabulous breasts. I guessed she weighed about 115 pounds and her tits must have been at least 38s. She was stretched out on the sofa with the blanket around her legs, settled in for the movie and I hoped, to drift off to sleep too.

It was an agonizing wait, but I knew that if she went to sleep too soon she would not be drunk enough for my plans. Was happy when she drank two more gins and could see her eyes closing with the drone of the TV. I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock and stroked it slowly. It had had its first taste of pussy and was now sensing more to come! My mind was alive with thoughts of what I could do to her once she was sleeping in drunkedness.

When she finally breathed that steady sleeping rhythm, I crept down the stairs. Made my way to her. My heart was pounding and I was so afraid of being caught while trying something. I thought the best thing to do would be to make some movement so as to be seen as innocent if she awoke. I stood looking down at her before sitting on the edge of the sofa at her legs. Purposely making movement. I said, “You sleeping, Mom?”

As I covered her with the blanket.