Drunk Mom and Me – 3 updated

Drunk Mom and I – 3



The next evening was a washout. Mom went out with her sister and came home late and went right to bed. I had no choice but to stay home and whack off. I talked to Jimmy that day, told him that I had seen my Mom’s tits. His eyes lit up. He said he would love to suck on them, he had sucked a grade 10 girl’s tits and she loved it. He then told me he fucked her too but she was too slutty and he just came his load. Jimmy asked if I had ever fucked a girl yet and I said yes, but wouldn’t tell him who. Even after he named every girl in our school!

I said that maybe Jimmy could come to stay over one night when my Mom got drunk and we’d probably see her tits. That got him going. He kept asking how I had seen them. I just said wait and see. He couldn’t wait and said with my Dad being away one more day, now was the time if my Mom got drunk again. So I let him come over to spend the night, but only on condition that he didn’t get me in trouble by being overly anxious. He kept asking me how it could happen and I just kept putting him off.

So we hung around after dinner. I told Mom that he’d be staying the night as we had a school project to do so we’d just stay in my room. Jimmy, as we agreed, told her about a good movie on TV. Mom cleaned up the kitchen and went for a bath. She took a gin drink with her. Jimmy kept asking if he could pretend to go into her bathroom as if he didn’t know, while seeing her beautiful tits. But I said wait until later, we might even be able to touch them. That got Jimmy hard and he pulled it out and stroked it. I knew Jimmy had a great cock and he was very large, he said he measured it at seven and three quarter inches. It was also really thick, way more than mine. I told him that Mom usually watched a movie and drank several gins. Once she fell off to sleep, we’d be able to see her tits. He kept asking how and I told him he had to be especially quiet and just follow my lead.

We waited as long as we could, until nearly eleven o’clock before sneaking into the hall and checking the stairway.

Mom was curled on the sofa in her robe, the blanket at her side. Her last glass of gin on the side table half drank. She was already stretched out fast asleep. We crept down the stairs.