Drunk Mom and Me – 4 updated

Drunk Mom and I – 4

What Jimmy and I had done with my Mom while she was drunk and passed out on the sofa, was enough to keep me sexually fueled for weeks. Dad came home on schedule, and I resumed my boring life, except in my room when I slipped into Dreamland With Mom mode and whacked off. Suddenly the girls at school meant nothing to me and seemed so thin, immature and definitely not sexy. Every time I caught myself glancing at their boobs I only saw my Mom’s luscious heavy breasts.



Every time Jimmy and I talked about it we descended into excited whispers about how my Mom got us both turned on without even knowing it. Jimmy said it was like having our own fuck slave. We both wanted it all to happen again.

Mom was totally normal at home for the first day or two after, then seemed to be a little edgy. She was abrupt with my Dad a lot. I thought it was probably because she couldn’t drink much when he was there. I started to measure the gin bottle and concluded that she took some every day. She was often on the sofa dozing when I arrived home after school or upstairs in her bedroom lying down. Jimmy made it a habit to walk home with me and check her out before going home himself. Every time he did I could see his cock bulging as he talked to her. And he was always careful to be so polite to her too. He said he couldn’t look at her without seeing her bare tits and pretty little bush. And I could only see my Mom now as a sexual woman, every move she made turned me on.



One morning she told me that Dad would be away overnight and said she’d make something nice for dinner or we could go out. The ideas that surfaced in my mind had nothing to do with dinner or going out. I opted to stay in. As I left that morning for school, she called after me and said that I could have Jimmy stay over if I liked, or another friend maybe. Whatever I wanted. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that but I was overly excited all day at school. I avoided Jimmy most of the day because I wasn’t sure what to do. Did I invite him over to fuck my Mom again or keep her all to myself? I kind of wanted to have her in the bed and lie beside her and then just fuck her when I felt like it. Jimmy finally caught up with me and the image of her sucking his cock overwhelmed me.



“Hey, Terry, what’s up?”

“Been lookin’ for you, Jimmy,” I lied, “Where you been?”

“Everywhere. How’s Mom?” He grinned. I thought he had a permanent hard-on for her now.

“Mom’s fine. Wanna stay over tonight? Dad’s gonna be away.”

“Man, you don’t need to ask twice. I’m there.”

He rubbed his crotch lustily. I left him in the hallway smiling broadly. We walked home after school and Jimmy intended to come back later. Mom wasn’t downstairs. She had prepared two salads for us for dinner with cold chicken. I assumed she was out shopping. Jimmy left, saying he was already crazy for tonight.



I went up to my room but on the way I saw her bedroom door half open. Looked in and jumped into an immediate state of arousal. I just sighed at the sight. Mom was lying on her bed face down. Naked. The towel she had had over her was on the floor looking damp. A glass beside her. She was facing away from me. I could hear her breathing evenly.

I breathed softly myself, thinking, is she drunk or what? I hoped she was but thought she might be just dozing, I had to be super careful. Yet there is an empty glass there. What a fucking body. I fuckin LOVE you, Mom, I thought. I wondered if she had been drinking all day. Slowly approached her. My pulse racing. Looked down at her. What a lovely round ass she had. And her pussy slit and hairs were visible. She was angled on the bed with her legs stretched out, feet sort of hanging off one side and her head to the other. The pillows beside her. I whispered softly, “Mom? You sleeping?”



No response. I repeated a little louder. Nothing but breathing. Finally reached forward and touched her ankle. Just more soft breathing. I laid my hand on her bum. My cock was bulging to get out. I pulled slowly at her right leg to spread her a bit. She must have come out of the bath, the towel was damp.