Where it happened: home
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I DRINK
Hi my name is Joyce and I drink. Not a lot, and not that often. But since my husband left me, over six years ago, I occasionally drink more than I should. For me, “more than I should” isn’t a lot, because drink affects me differently than it affects most people. I don’t get loud, I don’t get morbid, but I do become incoherent. I just disappear from view. That is, I pass out. A few scotch and waters and I can be dead to the world for hours. I’ll give you an example. When I was 18, some friends offered to drive me home from a party. I was already past my usual limit and barely made it into the back seat before I faded into la-la land. Somewhere along the way, the driver—who was probably also above his limit—took a corner too fast and rolled the car. Everyone but me scrambled out by themselves. My friends dragged me out and tried to wake me, but without success. They thought I’d been badly injured. When the ambulance came, they asked the medic if I was dead. Yes, he told them: dead drunk. They told me all this the next morning. I had no recollection of any of it. I just woke up in my bed with a slight headache. Well, that still happens. I have a few scotch and waters —only now and then—and fall asleep. No harm done. It all happens in the safety of my own home, and I always wake up in my own bed without any unwanted company. Sometimes I’ll fall asleep on the sofa, but over the last year or so my son Tom, who is a little over 14, has been helping me to bed when that happens. Again, I only know because he tells me in the morning. Since my divorce, he’s been the rock of my life, the one person I can rely on. And he knows he can rely on me. We’re very close, and I’m very proud of him. He’s, the spiting image of his father. He’s was a great student until the divorce. He’s got his heart set on being a photographer. I gave him a camera for Christmas. This is where our little ‘problem’ started.
After my divorce, I started to take online classes to get a better job. But one day recently I had a computer problem. I do almost all my school work via email, and when my email system froze, I was in danger of missing a deadline. Fortunately Tom has a computer in his room, so I put my work on a memory stick and plugged it into Tom’s computer. His email was still working, and the work got sent. Then I got curious. I saw a file on his desktop marked ‘photos’, so I thought I’d take a look at his recent work. There were some lovely photos on it. Some wonderful shots of a sunrise over a nearby lake. After looking at a few of these, I noticed an un-named file inside the photo file. I clicked on it but it was password protected. Odd, I thought. So I tried a few random passwords. After four or five attempts, I tried Tom’s father’s name—Larry—and voila, I was in. That’s when the surprises started. First there were some nice pictures of me. Then some that were, um, let’s say, more artistic. As in nude and was very quickly regretting it. The first photo was—of me! Quite a nice shot, but not one I remember him taking. Then I noticed that my eyes were shut. He’d taken a photo of me asleep. I clicked on another photo. Me again, lying asleep on my bed. I started to feel a little queasy. I raced ahead and clicked on one of the later photos. And almost fell off the chair. My heart started pounding. It was me again. Nude and not just nude my legs were apart and my pussy was clearly the main focus of the shot. I started shaking. I almost vomited. But I forced myself to go on. One by one I opened every photo in the file—over 100 of them—and the shocks kept coming. There were wide shots of my naked body taken from all kinds of angles. In some I was on my back, in others I was on my stomach, in yet others on my side. Sometimes my knees were lifted; sometimes my legs were spread wide apart. The worst of them were the close up shots. Close ups of my breasts, close ups of my pussy—some inside my pussy, with my lips held open—and even some of my asshole. They were all very well taken shots. They were high quality—but they were high quality porn. It was clear that on at least one of the occasions when I had drank too much and passed out; Tom had taken the opportunity to explore my body photographically. But why? Why bother with his 42 year old mother? Yes, I’m still in good shape, and the photos made me look much younger than I am—but it didn’t make sense. At least, not to me. If it was me taking photos of him that I could understand. As I said, he’s young and handsome and many’s the time I’ve looked at him and thought, wow, if only you weren’t my own son. But what could he see in me?
What was I going to do? I had no idea. I didn’t want to harm my relationship with him. He was far too important to me. And if I confronted him, it would have a terrible affect on him. I started to rationalize the situation. Artists don’t just paint beautiful women. In fact, they often prefer older, heavier women. The lines and wrinkles, and even the layers of fat, give them more scope for catching the light and adding character to their work. That’s what Tom was doing. I was just a model. I had been a convenient and co-operative object for him to practice his art; I was a convenient and unconscious object for the same purpose. But still, what was I going to say to him? Nothing? Should I just let it pass? But if I did, mightn’t he be tempted to do it again? I didn’t want that. No way. And then I had an idea. What if pretended to be drunk one night, just to see what happened? And if he tried to do it again, I would start to wake up. I wouldn’t catch him—that would ruin everything—instead I’d just make him think that I might catch him. Make him think that I was likely to wake up at anytime. If I went through the charade two or three times, he’d come to believe that alcohol no longer affected me the way it used to, and then wouldn’t risk doing it again. That was my plan. And I put it into affect that very night.
I got an empty scotch bottle and filled it with a light colored apple juice. Early in the evening, soon after dinner, I had a bath and changed into my pajamas and gown. Then I got out my ‘scotch and water’ and joined Tom in front of the TV. I started sipping in the casual way I always do—I like to make the bottle last the evening. We were watching a movie together, and around 10.30 the bottle was empty and I pretended to doze off. He started talking to me. “Mom? Are you asleep? Wake up mom, the movie’s reaching the best part.” I said nothing. Instead, I let myself slip down on the sofa, lying down flat across the cushions. Tom laughed. “You know mom, you really shouldn’t drink. Well, bed time for you.” He picked me up in his strong arms and gently carried me to my bedroom, laying my head on the pillow. Then he left and went back to watch the end of the movie. I sighed in relief. It had been a one off. No photos tonight. I snuggled up a little and after about ten minutes began to doze off for real. And then I heard the door open again. “Mom…are you asleep? Mom?” I kept my eyes shut tight. A moment later, I felt hands on my dressing gown. Tom was slowly pulled it off me. Maybe he was just going to tuck me in? But then I felt his hands undoing the buttons on my pajama top. My breasts fell out. “Oh mom, you’ve got such beautiful tits.” I was fighting to control my breathing. Trying to stay calm. In my original plan, I was going to start to ‘wake up’ around now, to scare him off, but for some reason I didn’t. I wanted to see what he would do next. I didn’t have to wait long. My pajama top was soon off and his hands were rubbing across my breasts.
This didn’t seem very artistic to me. What was he doing? He moaned. Moaned! That wasn’t what I expected. Now his hands were around the top of my pajama pants. He slowly began to pull them down. I didn’t resist; I just went along with the charade. I was suddenly totally naked. Any moment now I would have to wake up, before things got out of hand. But wait. If I ‘woke up’ now, naked, wouldn’t it be natural for me to be suspicious? Wouldn’t any normal person ask questions: “Tom, how did I come to be nude in my bed when I woke up?” What could he say? No, no, no. That wouldn’t do. That would put him in a terrible position. Our relationship would be broken forever. I would lose my son. That couldn’t happen. But there I was, nude, and it was my son who had undressed me. What next? Now I felt his hands moving me, rolling me onto my back. Then my legs were being opened, my knees lifted. I felt fingers parting my pussy lips. Was he about to take another close up photo of my open pussy? Then…OH! A finger was running across my clit. By reflex, I tried to close my legs, but Tom held them open. A moment later—OH GOD! — he started to lick my clit. I was panic stricken. This couldn’t be happening. No, no, no. This is all wrong. I had to stop it right now. But I couldn’t. I was too afraid of what would happen. And then—I don’t know where it came from—but suddenly, I moaned. Tom’s clit-licking had hit the spot. So while my mind was racing, my body was experiencing a totally different emotion. I moaned again. And Tom laughed. “You always like this, don’t you mom. Don’t worry, I’ll lick you good.” Always? How many times has this happened? And do I ‘always’ respond this way? How could I not know? And yet, yes, it was good. Wonderful. I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop writhing my hips, pushing my pussy into his face. But it was being done to me by Tom, my beloved son. I had to stop him. Now. But I didn’t. Instead, I half opened an eye; just enough to see, but not enough for him to see that I could see. And what I saw was an even bigger shock: I wasn’t the only one who was nude. Tom stood up. His young body was rippling with muscle, and the biggest muscle was the one between his legs. I hadn’t seen him nude since he was 10 and boy had he grown. He had a raging nine inch hard on, the biggest cock I had ever seen in the flesh. And it was coming towards me. “Now it’s my turn, mom.” And with that, he gently opened my lips and started to push his cock into my mouth. “Come on mom, suck me the way you always do.” That word again—always. Apparently I had done this before. Would he know something was wrong if I didn’t do as he said? If I always sucked his cock, I’d have to do it now. So I did. It was lovely. The taste of him on my lips was heaven.
I ran my tongue round and round the head of his cock, sucking hard, and he pushed it further and further into my mouth. Then, suddenly, he had had it half way down my throat. I’d never taken a cock that way before. Or had I? Because it was slipping down there very easily. I expected to gag. I didn’t. Instead I took more and more of him, until eventually I had the whole nine inches down my throat, sliding in and out, and it was amazing. Tom thought so too—he was groaning loudly, holding my head and pressing me hard against his cock, so that his balls were against my chin. And then he exploded. Cum came pouring down my throat. “Oh yeah, take it all mom, swallow my cum. You love it don’t you. Oh yeah. Drink it all, every drop. Ohhh mommm!” And I did. Till then, I thought I’d never swallowed cum in my life, but I was doing it like a natural and loving it. I could feel Tom’s cock shriveling in my mouth but I kept sucking till had swallowed every drop of him. And even then, I kept licking and sucking him, sucking and licking. And as I did so, his cock began to harden again. “Oh you love my cock, don’t you mom? Don’t worry. You’ll get much more of it yet.” More? The terrible thing was, I should have been horrified, but I was pleased when I heard him say that. I had gone beyond just trying not to let him know I was awake to actually enjoying the experience. I felt ashamed. But not enough to stop him. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. It wasn’t easy—I kept sucking on it and trying to get it back down my throat, and even grabbing it with my hands, but Tom gently pulled my hands away. “Easy mom, easy. Your favorite part is still coming.” Well, he assumed I knew what that would be. And now, horror of horrors, I was looking forward to it. Tom rolled me over, and then dragged my legs across so my waist was on the edge of the bed and my legs hanging over the edge. Standing at the side of the bed, he opened my legs wide, put a hand on each side of my hips and lifted me up. I felt his huge cock pressing against my pussy lips. OH! In three quick movements, he slipped an inch, then three, then the whole nine inches inside me. I hadn’t realized just how wet my pussy had become. I had never felt so full! (Well, not while I was awake, anyway.) And then he started to drive that huge nail hard into me—harder and harder, faster and faster. How could I pretend to be asleep while this was happening to me? I tried to stop from screaming with pleasure, but I couldn’t help myself. I was Cumming, and the scream was coming with it. Surely I’d get found out? But no. “That’s it mom, scream. Scream while I fuck your lovely pussy. Cum for me mom, cum hard. Oh, you’re so beautiful. Scream while I fuck you mom.” And I screamed. I had never cum like that before. Never ever, ever. (Again, not that I could remember, but…) In fact, I was screaming with pleasure so much that I didn’t even notice that something else was happening—Tom was sliding a finger into my ass. Then two. He was rubbing the juice and cum from my pussy all round and inside my asshole. I was ramming my pussy against his wonderful cock so hard that I was also forcing his fingers deeper into my ass. But when, for just a terrible moment, he pulled that beautiful cock out of my pussy, I got a sudden realization of what was happening when I felt it returning—but not to my pussy.
My asshole burned as the massive head of his cock forced its way past my weakened anal defenses. Now let me be straight up about this. I have never had anal sex. Never. (Again, no need to say…) I have always been disgusted by the thought. I never let any boyfriend or my ex husband even touch my little dark hole. But now… This was different. There was dried cum on my chin. I had the taste of cum in my mouth, my throat, in my stomach. My own cum was pouring from my pussy. I was in another place. I was another person. A person who would do ANYTHING. And who was loving it. So, when Tom’s huge cock started its journey into my ass, I didn’t resist. I actually reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart, opening the path for him. And he didn’t hold back. Slowly, gently, but determinedly, he pushed it harder and harder, further and further into me. And though I felt pain, it was a kind of euphoric pain. The very idea of his cock in my ass was suddenly the most erotic thing in the world. And to my surprise, it slid in quite easily. How could that be? His cock was so big, so hard. And my asshole was so small and tight? How many times had he done this to me to make my asshole so receptive? Many, many times I was beginning to realize. How had it felt the first time? Had I cried in pain? Had he forced it in to me anyway, through all my tears? Or had I liked it from the start, that curious combination of pain and pleasure? But these thoughts quickly faded, for the pain had passed and the pleasure had taken over. And what pleasure! He was pounding me now, driving his cock the full nine inches into my asshole. Stretching me to limits I never thought possible. And I was screaming again. Even louder than before. I reached down squeezed his balls as he drove his cock into me, and then forced four fingers into my dripping pussy. It was unbelievable. He was fucking my ass—my most private place—and I was Cumming like I had never cum before. Then, for the second time, he exploded. I felt his hot cum first deep in my ass, but then he pulled his cock out of me and allowed the cum to pump over my stinging asshole. He started to rub one hand over the cum, driving his sticky fingers into my ass. Then, with his other hand, he reached across and pulled my face towards his throbbing cock. It was mine again, that lovely piece of rock hard meat. With cum still spurting, he pushed his cock back into my mouth, and I sucked on it hungrily, as if I was dying of thirst and his cock was a pouring tap. I was holding onto his cock with both hands, almost like crying with joy, as his fingers rubbed cum into my asshole and pussy. And then it was over. He pulled his now deflated cock out of my mouth and walked out of the room for a moment, returning with a wet face washer and towel. Meticulously, he began to clean me up, wiping the cum from my pussy, my ass, my mouth. Then, with all traces of the last magical 40 minutes removed, he gently pulled my pajamas and night gown back onto me. And all the while, because he was still naked, I could see his delicious, delightful cock hanging just inches from my half open eye. How I would have loved to reach out and grab it, to suck it, to make it hard again, to start all over. He turned off the light and closed the door. A moment later he was in the shower.
Well, at least I now knew why I sometimes woke up with a croaky voice and sore asshole after getting drunk. I’d always blamed it on the scotch and water—which, in a way, was fair enough. The scotch and water was to blame; it had given my beloved Tom a chance to act out a fantasy. But now that I had failed to put my plan into action, failed to stop Tom from taking advantage of me, what was I going to do? It was terrible, I knew, for such a thing could happen. But it had happened. What were my options? They hadn’t changed since I first saw the photos on Tom’s computer. I loved my son and couldn’t lose him over this. So, once again, what was I going to do? Lying there, my pussy and asshole aching from the pounding they had received but my whole body glowing with ecstasy, I knew the answer. I was going to get some more of that light colored apple juice to put in an empty scotch bottle.
I DRINK
Part 2
It had been almost a month since I’d discovered those “interesting” photos my son Tom had taken of me while I was unconscious—the totally incapacitated state I get into when I have more than a couple of drinks. That meant it had also been almost a month since I pretended to get drunk to see if he would do it again—and I discovered it wasn’t just his camera he got handy with while I was in an alcohol induced coma. I had intended to start waking up early on, but when I had left it too late, I was left with a decision: either I revealed that I was awake and knew what he had been doing—which I feared might ruin our close relationship forever—or I played along to see where it all lead. It lead to me having my beloved 19 year old son’s nine inch cock thrust down my throat, up my pussy and deep into my ass. It lead to me swallowing his cum and moaning like a whore. It lead to me realizing that he had probably done this to me many times before, and that in my unconscious state I had enjoyed it immensely. Worse – it lead to me enjoying it immensely in my conscious state. To be frank, my son Tom had given me the fuck of my life.
Now, 27 days later (but who’s counting) I had avoided having a drink. I told myself that I didn’t want to get drunk because I didn’t want to tempt Tom. The truth was if I was going to get fucked, I wanted to know about it. It seemed to me that Tom had fucked me many times, but I’d only gotten to enjoy it once, which was hardly fair. But now, 27 days later, I really, really, really felt tempted to … um… tempt Tom again. Just one more time. After all, I may be 42, but I have needs. And there’s only so much pleasure a girl can get from a cucumber, no matter how big it is. So I prepared another bottle of light colored apple juice, poured it into a scotch and water bottle and it mixed in a little scotch and water—enough to make me tipsy but not catatonic—and settled in for a night of “watching TV” with Tom. I showered first, and settled onto the sofa wearing just a light gown—nothing underneath—while Tom sat in an armchair. Then I started drinking my scotch and water. By about half way through the movie, I was down to the last glass. I felt a little light-headed from the scotch and water I had mixed in with the apple juice, but I gave Tom the impression that I was ready to go over to my usual state of total unconsciousness. He looked across and smiled at me, and I smiled back in a dreamy way—if only he knew what I was thinking! I drained my glass, closed my eyes, and then let my head fall back on the sofa. Tom looked across. “Oh, mom…you really shouldn’t drink.” Looking through one slightly parted eyes, I waited for him to come over to me. But he didn’t move. Disappointing me. My pussy was quite wet in anticipation, but Tom just sat there, watching the TV.
And then there was a knock at the door. Now, that was a little tricky. I hadn’t expected a visitor. I could only hope it wasn’t someone for me. I’d either have to keep playing my role of zonked out drunk, which would be embarrassing, or reveal my fakery to Tom, which could be worse—he’d see right through my charade. I heard a young female voice. It was Sue, Tom’s girlfriend. As she came into the room, she saw me on the sofa, apparently asleep. She whispered: “Oh…you’re moms asleep.” Tom laughed. “You don’t have to whisper. She’s had a bottle of scotch and water, so she won’t hear anything. You could stick pins in her feet and she wouldn’t wake up.” Sue was surprised. “Really?” Tom reassured her. “Watch.” And he pinched me. He actually pinched my arm quite hard. It hurt. But I managed to stay silent. That impressed Sue. “Wow, she really is dead to the world.” After that little bit of torture, they snuggled up together on the armchair, watching the end of the movie. What could I do? I just kept pretending to be asleep, hoping I wouldn’t get found out. But then Sue started to giggle. “Tom… I can see your mom’s pussy.” And so she could. All prepared as I was for a night of incest, I was wearing no underwear or pajamas. And now the fold of my gown had fallen away a little to reveal my bushy lower region. Tom laughed too. Sue couldn’t take her eyes off me. “It’s a jungle down there. She’s got a great bush, your mom.” Tom agreed. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”
That made Sue look at him curiously. “Do you like her bushy pussy better than my shaved pussy?” Tom put on a show of thinking deeply. “Well, I’d have to see them side by side.” Sue giggled again. “She’d wake up…” but then added, showing interest in the idea, “wouldn’t she?” Tom reassured her. “No. I carry her to bed all the time. Nothing can wake her. Nothing.” Sue seemed suddenly excited by the idea. “Could we do it? Could we compare our pussies? You could take a photo of them.” She was actually giggling with anticipation. Tom smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.” And they did. Through one half open eyes, I saw Sue taking off her clothes while Tom went to get his camera. And soon I was seeing the bald pussy I’d seen on Tom’s computer—but now it was there right in front of me. I must say, it was a very pretty thing. Smooth and soft, with her slit looking so delicate and beautiful. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, but lovely and perky. A moment later I felt Tom’s hands pulling my gown off me. Sue was concerned, but was also quick to return my silent compliment. “Careful don’t wake her. Oh, she’s got lovely big breasts.” A moment later, Tom had me in a sitting position on the sofa, and Sue snuggled up alongside me so we were sitting hip to hip. Tom started taking photos. First we had our legs closed. Then Tom opened my legs and Sue did the same. More photos. Tom was getting excited. “These are great shots. What else can we do?” Sue seemed to be full of ideas. “Maybe we could lay my mom flat on the sofa, and I could get on my knees on top of her… then you can take photos from behind, with our pussies almost touching.’ Tom agreed and the new position was quickly arranged. Now Sue’s naked young body was hovering over me. As Tom clicked away on the camera, he told Sue to move lower. Soon I could feel her nipples on my breasts…and then her pussy touched mine. I felt a strange tingle. I moaned softly.
In fright, Sue jumped off me. “She’s waking up!’ Tom laughed. “No she’s not. She does those kinds of things in her sleep. I think she’s having sexy dreams.” Sue’s eyes widened. “Really?” And then she looked at my pussy. “Oh! I think you’re right.” She leaned her face close to my pussy. “Her pussy’s wet.” Then things started to get interesting. “Touch it. See what it feels like.” It was Tom, imploring his girlfriend to explore his mother. And his girlfriend seemed quite keen on the idea. “Can I?” But she didn’t wait for an answer. Her fingers were soon parting my pussy lips. “Oh, wow. I’ve never seen another girl’s pussy so close. Now I know why you guys like them so much. It’s so wet.” And with that, she slipped a finger inside me. I moaned. Sue giggled. And slipped a second finger in. Tom took more photos and egged her on. “That’s great. Keep going.” And she did. Soon she had three fingers of one hand working deep inside of me. Then the fingers of her other hand started working on my clit. She had the knowing touch of a woman, stroking me firmly but gently. It was heaven. And then she flicked my clit with her tongue. I moaned louder. Sue giggled. “Look at me—I’m licking pussy!” Tom kept pushing her on. “Put your legs over my mom’s face. Give her your pussy… let’s see what she does.” So now that sweet bald pussy was directly over my mouth, wide apart, while Sue’s tongue worked on my clit. She lowered herself directly down onto me. The temptation was too much—my tongue shot into the inviting crack. Sue took in a sharp intake of air. “Oh! She’s tonguing me!
Tom rushed around to photograph the scene. Sue started sucking my pussy hungrily, and I responded by doing the same. She was grinding her hips down on me, while pushed mine up at her. I had never even thought of having sex with another woman—but then, I’d never thought of having sex with my son either. Sue’s pussy juice was dripping into my mouth, and se was slurping up every drop of mine. It was amazing. My moans grew louder, and they were joined by Sue’s moans. It was all too much for Tom. He threw off his clothes and pulled Sue’s head off my pussy. She resisted, but he was desperate—he wanted her mouth around his cock, not on my pussy. She took him almost begrudgingly—I felt let down as well—but watching his girlfriend and mom in a 69 position was more than he could bear. He was so excited that he came in her mouth after only a few seconds. “Ohhhh…Yeahhhh.” I was still sucking Sue’s clit and pussy, and she joined in. With Tom’s cum gushing into her mouth, she let out a squeal of delight—she was cumming too. “Oommmm-mmmmmo…OOOHHHH…mmmmmm.” That left only me—but with Tom having taken over Sue’s mouth, I still had a long way to go, and now it didn’t look like I was going to get there. But Sue was inspired. “Fuck me. Fuck me while I lick your mom’s pussy.” Tom didn’t need any persuading. Again I was swiveled around into a sitting position on the sofa. Sue got onto her hands and knees and pressed her face into my pussy. Lovely! And through my half open eye, I saw Tom take her doggie style. He stood above her for a moment, his nine inch monster roaring back to life, and then it disappeared inside Sue’s pussy. But I didn’t complain, because Sue was proving to be a serious expert with her tongue. And every time Tom drove his cock into Sue’s pussy, he also pushed her face hard against mine. It was divine. Tom powered away on Sue, Sue worked harder than ever on me. I was moaning so hard I could hardly believe the other two thought I was asleep. The moment was coming, coming, coming… I could feel myself about to explode… And then Sue pulled away from me.
“No! Not there Tom, you know I don’t want it in there. You know that. Why do you always try to do it?!” Tom had tried to slide his javelin into Sue’s tight dark hole—and she clearly wasn’t in favor of the idea. Tom was very disappointed. “Oh come on Sue… you’ll love it.” “No I won’t. It’ll hurt too much.” Suddenly, with me so close to cumming, it was all over. The excitement had suddenly all gone for Sue and Tom—this must have been an argument they’d had many times before. So there I was, sitting upright on the sofa, legs apart, pussy dripping, with nothing happening. Sue, also naked, was now sitting on the carpet, arms round her knees, looking grumpy. Tom’s cock had shriveled. He was just standing beside her, trying to persuade her. “You know I love you. I just want to do everything with you, that’s all. I love your body and want to fuck every part of it.” Sue didn’t answer. She just looked off into space. I realized right away that, deep down, she wanted to please Tom, but she was genuinely afraid. There was a tear in her eye. As for me, I was getting a cramp sitting in an awkward upright position pretending to be asleep. So I rolled over, like any uncomfortable sleeping person would, and lay on my stomach.
That’s when Sue had her idea. “Well, maybe you can show me what it’s like. On your mom.” Tom was a little surprised. Even though he’d fucked me many times—I had no idea how many—it was clearly not something he’d told Sue about. “What, fuck my mom’s ass?” Tom’s mom – that is, me – thought, yes, yes, fuck your mom’s ass! Sue seemed to agree. “Why not? I licked her pussy. So you can fuck her ass.” Then, after a moment’s hesitation. “Okay. I’ll do it.” And suddenly Sue was smiling again. It struck me that, nice girl that she seemed to be, she was at heart something of a deviant. She had enjoyed licking my pussy. And she was going to enjoy watching my ass get fucked. Tom lifted me up and twisted me into a kneeling position on the carpet. Sue looked on excited as Tom told her what he was going to do.” “I’m going to fuck her pussy first, then use some of her juice to lubricate her asshole.” The first part was easy. Sue had got my pussy good and wet, and Tom’s monster slipped into me easily after just a few firm pumps. Sue’s eye’s lit up. “Oh wow…is that what it looks like when it goes into me? That’s amazing. Oh wow. Fuck her hard, Tom, fuck her hard, fuck your mom’s pussy hard.” Tom, ever obedient, did as he was told. It was what I’d waited all night for. I didn’t hold back, moaning loudly and pushing my hips back onto Tom’s cock. Sue couldn’t just sit and watch. First she kissed Tom as he fucked me, but that wasn’t enough. Then she started to fondle my breasts. But that wasn’t enough either. So she started to lick my pussy and Tom’s cock at the same time. That was exactly what both of us needed.
She quickly had another bright idea. She slid herself under me, and started to lick my clit from below, nipping at Tom’s cock between every stroke. At the same time she slid her hips under my face, pushing her pussy towards my mouth—I happily took up the offer. Now I was getting everything I could have wanted. But there was more. From her position below me, Sue reached around and started to play with my asshole, sloshing my pussy juice around my dark dot and sliding her fingers into me—first one, then another, then three. Suddenly she pulled away from me. “I think she’s ready.” And indeed she—that is, me—was ready. Sue rested her face on my ass cheek, watching closely, as Tom positioned his cock against my asshole. With one sharp push, three inches slipped in. I groaned. Sue squealed with delight. “More! Put in more!” And Tom did. He pulled two inches out, then slid in another six. It felt like a Jackhammer, which, I suppose, it was. But it wasn’t enough for Sue. “All the way! Go all the way!” And he did. My head exploded as I felt Tom’s nine inches slam deep into my ass. His hips met my ass cheeks with a crash and I screamed out in an amazing combination of pleasure and pain. Sue was bursting with excitement just at the sight of it. “Fuck her! Hard fuck your mom’s ass hard! Fuck her hard Tom.” Oh yes, and Tom did. And Tom’s mom loved it. Tom’s mom started cumming after about third time Tom’s cock penetrated the deepest corner of her ass. And I kept cumming. And cumming. Sue quickly sled under my hips again, putting her mouth over my entire pussy, sucking in every drop of my cum. Then she took her lips off my pussy and started plunging her fingers inside me—almost all of her tiny hand, in fact. But then she did something even more amazing. Her hips were still next to my face, and through my half open eye, I saw her take the pussy juice from my pussy… and rub it over her asshole. She began to finger her own asshole, pushing two fingers deep inside herself. And when she was ready, my time was up.
“Okay, your mom’s had her share of your cock… now it’s my turn. Come on baby, fuck your best girl’s ass!” Tom’s eyes lit up. This was what he had been waiting for. I had been cumming for five solid minutes, and I would have loved for his beautiful cock to have continued pounding me for a long time yet, but suddenly it was gone. My ass was empty. And as I slumped on the floor, completely and properly exhausted, I saw Sue get on her knees, open her legs, then reach back and pull her ass cheeks apart. “Come on baby, fuck my ass.” And then I saw the most amazing thing I’d ever seen—which was exactly what Sue had seen only a little while before—Tom’s whale of a cock forcing its way into an asshole that seemed way, way to tight for such a beast. But it wasn’t. His massive head slid into Sue’s ass with only a little urging. Soon it was half way there. But it wasn’t easy for Sue. She kept urging Tom on, but the pain was obvious. She was wincing with every inch. Tear were flooding her eyes. But still she kept calling out, begging him to push harder and harder. And, still obedient, Tom did exactly that. It was amazing to see how that massive cock could force its way into such a small space, but it did. Somehow Sue’s tiny asshole just kept stretching and stretching. Once or twice Tom, hearing Sue’s sobs, offered to stop, but she wouldn’t let him. “If you can fuck you mom’s ass, you can fuck mine. Fuck my ass hard! Go on!’ And then it was all the way in. Nine inches had totally disappeared. Slowly, Tom began to grind into Sue’s Ass. In. Out. In. Out. And with each thrust, the movement grew smoother and easier. Soon, Sue’s tears had dried up. The groans of pain were becoming moans of sheer pleasure. And now her demands grew even more strident. “Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Oh my God! Oh yeah! Fuck me harder, fuck my ass harder! Harder! Fuck me liked you fucked your mom! Fuck me with your monster cock! Fuck my ass!” I suddenly realized that I was watching with both eyes wide open. And while I was watching, I was also finger fucking myself. I have to admit, watching Tom fuck Sue’s ass was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Fortunately, they were far too busy to notice me, so I quickly closed my eyes again—though I didn’t take my finger out of my pussy. It was probably only five or ten minutes, but they seemed to go at it for hours. Sue was screaming with joy. I could see her pussy dripping with cum. And soon it would be her ass dripping with cum—very soon. It started with a low rumble, but within a few seconds Tom was moaning as loudly as Sue. And then he exploded. Sue squealed as she felt his hot cum fill her ass. He pumped hard into her, giving her every drop, and then with one final long moan, collapsed to the floor beside her. For a few minutes there was just heavy breathing. When Sue spoke, I could hear the pure joy in her voice. “That. Was. A-mazing.” Tom smiled. “Glad you liked it.” Sue giggled. “Was my ass as good to fuck as your mom’s ass?” Well, there was only one answer Tom could give, no matter what he thought. “Your tight little ass is the most wonderful place in the world.” Sue giggled again. “You know what? I think watching you fuck your mom’s ass was almost as exciting as you fucking my ass. Is that weird?”
Tom smiled. “If it’s weird, it’s my kind of weird.” Perfect answer in the circumstances. Sue sighed. “What a night. My first pussy. My first ass fuck. And your first incest.” Well, she got two out of three right, I thought. Tom didn’t contradict her. “Better put my mom to bed.” After washing me down with a wet towel, Tom slipped my gown back on and carried me to my bedroom. Sue followed. As Tom lay me on the bed, Sue pulled aside my gown for one last look. “Hmm…. She’s got a lovely pussy.” I rolled over and snuggled against my pillow. Tom chipped in with a comment of his own. “And a lovely asshole.” Sue, still floating on air, giggled again. “But not as lovely as mine, right?” As they left the room, I heard Sue speaking. “I know what I’m getting your mom for her birthday.” Tom was intrigued. “What?” Sue giggled again—but I think she was serious. “A crate of scotch and water.”
I DRINK
Part3
Anyone who has read the first two parts of my story will know that I am not a woman who should drink. Ever! Because if I have more than a couple of drinks, I don’t just get drunk, I become comatose. Dead to the world. Totally out of it. I’ve always been this way, but it has never been a problem. Let me rephrase that. It’s never been a problem that I actually know about, because I become so totally unconscious that I have no recollection of anything that may have happened to me. I realized it was a problem, though, when I had to use my son Tom’s computer and, curious, I looked at some of his stored photographs. He is an aspiring photographer, very good in fact, but after I guessed a few of his passwords and saw his secret photos, I saw that he was also very bad. If you had asked me a few months ago if I had ever had anal sex, I would have said definitely not. If you’d asked if I had ever swallowed cum, I would have again replied definitely not. But when I saw my son’s secret photo file, I realized that I was wrong. I had had anal sex. I had swallowed cum. My son’s cum. And it had been his impressive eight inch cock that had intruded upon my most private part. It had, I realized, all happened when I had drunk a little too much and gone into the insensible state I mentioned previously. My son is the most important person in my life. Since his father left us, we have been inseparable. So I didn’t want to destroy our relationship by letting him know that I knew what he had done.
My plan was to lure him into thinking I was dead drunk, and then begin to wake up when he started doing what he done that other time, without actually catching him in the act—thus scaring him from doing it again. But as things turned out, I let it go too long, so I couldn’t stop him without letting him know that I knew and so forth. So he did it all again. It was then that I realized that he had done it many, many times. Worse, I realized as he did it that… well, that I loved him doing it. To put it bluntly, I hadn’t had any sex (that I was aware of) since my husband left years earlier, and having my son’s huge member penetrating every part of me was amazing, wonderful, delightful and downright fantastic. I wanted him to repeat the dose a week later and went through the same charade, drinking a bottle of scotch and water that was really nine-tenths apple juice, and waited for him to play his part as I lay on the sofa in my pretence of unconsciousness. I got more than I bargained for when his girlfriend arrived and she joined the fun. Still, I now knew that I quite liked the taste of pussy, which was yet another thing I learned. But now it had been over six months since that wonderful threesome, and I was—to put it bluntly—horny as hell. I wanted to my son’s cock, but he hadn’t delivered. I’d done the passing out drunk thing twice, but all he’d done was carry me to bed and tuck me in. However, now I thought I had a better chance.
A week earlier he had broken up with his girlfriend, the angel with a shaved pussy, Sue. Why they broke up, he wouldn’t say, but I thought if he wasn’t getting any from her, then maybe he’d be more inclined to give some to me. So I set the trap. Yes, once more I got out a bottle of scotch and water, drank a mouthful then poured the rest down the sink. (Yes, wasteful, but all in a higher cause.) Then, expecting my son home at 10.30 that night, I lay on the sofa in my skimpiest nightgown, nude underneath, and waiting for the sound of the key turning in the door. At around 11.00, I began to think I was going to miss out yet again, but then I heard the key in the door. I spread myself on the sofa and closed my eyes. I heard a whispered voice. Was Tom with a friend? But then I heard another familiar voice—Sue’s voice. “Don’t worry. She’s had a bottle of scotch and water, so she won’t wake up.” I thought what was Sue doing here? I realized she must still have the key Pete gave her. I also realized I couldn’t suddenly confront her. If I did that, she’d work out that I had been faking it that last time, when she licked my pussy and sat on my face. And if she knew, she’d be sure to tell Tom—especially now that they’d broken up. So I had no choice but to stay quiet. The other voice, a male voice, now spoke louder, not needing to whisper. “Won’t she hear us talk?” Sue was confident I couldn’t hear a thing. “Trust me, when Tom’s mom has a bottle of scotch and water, she’s dead the world. She won’t hear or feel anything.” Then I heard a third voice, another male. “Really? Not a thing?” “Not a thing. You guys wait here. I’m just going to get my jacket from Tom’s room then we can go onto the party.” I had one of my eyes a quarter open, looking out through my eyelash. The two boys walked around to the front of the sofa and I realized I’d seen them once before, with Tom and Sue. The dark haired one was Pete, the blonde one was Ronnie. They were the same age as Pete, 19, and both very athletic looking. I remembered that they had both been on the high school football team. While I was checking them out, they were doing the same to me.
Tom’s mom isn’t bad, is she?” That was Pete. Ronnie laughed. “A real MILF, hey?” “And Sue says she never hears or feels anything when she’s drunk.” That was Pete again. He then leaned forward. “So I don’t suppose it would hurt if I did…this” Suddenly I felt one side of my gown lifted, revealing my totally naked body to two sets of eager eyes. “Oh wow. Look at those tits. Look at that lovely pussy.” Pete had done the lifting, but Ronnie had done the talking. Pete, though, agreed. “Fuck me. That’s what I call a MILF all right. I’d like to fuck her right now.” How did I feel? I should have been horrified. Angry. Outraged at the intrusion. But I actually felt quite proud: two beautiful boys thought they’d like to fuck me. I thought I’d give them some encouragement. In my “sleep”, I stretched a little, parting my legs to reveal just a little more of what they were looking at. At first they stepped back, afraid I was waking up, but they quickly stepped forward again to take a closer look. “That is some sweet pussy.” “What did Sue say? That Pete’s mom doesn’t even feel a thing when she’s like this? Well let’s find out.” That was Ronnie, and it was also Ronnie’s hand that was brushing over my pussy a moment later. I felt a tingle go up my spine as he carefully parted my pussy lips and slipped a finger gently between them, lingering for a moment on my clit. I couldn’t help it. I moaned. Pete laughed. “Man, she likes it. Do it some more.” Ronnie did. He rubbed my clit again, and then slid his finger down and into my pussy. This time I moaned louder. It was heaven. I couldn’t wait to feel their cocks in me. But then it suddenly stopped. “What the fuck are you doing?” Sue was back from Pete’s room. Ronnie pulled his hand away quickly. “Nothing.” Sue knew better.
“Nothing? You had her finger up her pussy.” Pete stepped in. “And she was loving it.” Sue glared at him. “You guys were going to fuck me tonight, remember. Now you want to fuck an old lady instead? Well go ahead.” Ouch. The old lady line hurt. But what hurt more was that I wasn’t going to get any of that young cock. Ronnie went defensive. “Hey, sorry. We were just fooling’ around. No harm done. We’ve been dying to fuck you since grade school, so let’s do it.” Sue calmed down a little. “Okay, we’ll do it right here. In front of Pete’s mom.” This was getting interesting. What was going on? Pete filled in the gaps. “This is some of weird revenge thing, isn’t it, because Pete fucked Patty, right?” Sue seemed quite happy to admit it was. “So what? You guys want to fuck me, and I want to get back at Tom. Everybody wins except Tom. Tom is at Patty’s place fucking her right now, so I can fuck you guys at his place. Unless you only want to fuck me if it’s true love.” Well now at least I knew why Pete was late. And no, the two boys weren’t looking for true love. Ronnie made that clear very quickly. “Okay then, let’s do it right now, here on the rug.” And almost immediately all three of them began to strip. It was a lovely sight. The two boys both had lovely cocks, not quite as big as Pete’s, but still huge, and Sue’s shaved pussy looked just as lovely as the time I licked it. Sue lay on her back on the carpet, opened her legs and said, “Who’s first?” Obviously the boys hadn’t thought that far ahead. They looked at each other nonplussed. Sue had to help. “I’m thinking of a number. Odds or evens.” Pete said odds. Sue gave him the bad news. “Evens. You first, Ronnie.” It was all very mechanical. Ronnie got down on top of her and was soon pumping away. There were groans and moans but not much passion.
Pete stood watching. After only two or three minutes, Ronnie groaned. He’d cum inside her already. He got up looking a little sheepish, but then smiled at Pete. “Your turn. Have fun stirring the porridge.” Pete wanted something different. “Can we do it doggy style.” Sue wasn’t interested. “Just fuck me.” And so he fucked her. It was all very uninspiring. I thought I’d be exploding with sexual desire watching two handsome studs fucking a beauty like Sue, but it was boring. Her heart wasn’t in it. I felt sad for her. I knew at that moment that she still loved Tom. Pete was lasting longer than Ronnie, so Ronnie, still naked, sat on the arm of the sofa next to my face. I had an arm near my head, so I thought I’d try to liven things up a little.
I did my roll over in my sleep thing again and, surprise, my hand fell on Ronnie’s cock. He got a shock, but didn’t try to move my hand. “Hey Pete, look at the old lady’s hand!” Still grunting away, Pete looked up to see my hand firmly clenched around Ronnie’s cock. He started laughing. “She wants you, man.” Sue was getting impatient. “Will you just cum in me and get it over so we can leave.” She didn’t get the reply she wanted. “How can I cum? Fucking you is like fucking a tree. Do something, bitch. That old lady, drunk and out of it, is doing more for Ronnie than you’re doing for me.” Now Sue was angry. She pushed Pete in the chest. “Get off me, you prick. We’re leaving.” But things were taking a different course. Pete pushed her down on the floor again. “We’re going nowhere. We dreamed of fucking you our whole lives, but you’re treating us like dirt. Well now I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” He grabbed her by the hair and spun her around, pushing her face onto the carpet. Sue knew what was coming. “No!” But it was yes. Pete rammed his cock into her asshole. She tried to resist, but she was a small girl and he was a big footballer. After three or four hard pushes, his cock disappeared all the way into her ass. “Yeah! This is what I wanted! Nice little Sue’s ass stretched by my cock!” Sue was sobbing. “You asshole.” Pete didn’t care. “No, it’s your asshole. And I’m filling it good.” I still had hold of Ronnie’s cock and, horrible as it sounds, Sue’s anal rape—because that’s what it was—had excited me. It had clearly had the same effect on Ronnie. I felt his cock harden in my hand.
Suddenly he swung around and pushed it into my mouth. I took it gratefully, sucking on it hard. I could taste Sue’s pussy and his cum as he slid it hard down my throat. “Hey, look Pete. The old lady’s sucking my cock!” Pete laughed. “Cum in her mouth, give her your full load.” He fully intended to. He had one hand on my head, pushing me forward onto his cock, while the other traveled over my tits and down to my pussy. I felt three fingers jam into my now very wet hole. I moaned. Ronnie’s eyes lit up. “Man, she’s loving it.” I was, but Sue wasn’t. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. Pete was thrusting hard up her ass, and with his cock pushed up to the hilt I saw the familiar spasm as he exploded, his cum pouring deep into her asshole. “Oh, man. That’s what I wanted. Little Sue’s ass. Yeah. Come on Ronnie, come and have some of this ass.” But Pete was happy where he was. “I’m not stirring your porridge. I’ve got an ass of my own over here.” He also had a mouth he was fucking. And suddenly that mouth was full of cum. Hot, squishy, delicious cum. “Ohhh yeah. This old bag’s mouth is amazing.” I kept sucking, drinking down every drop and working hard to keep that lovely cock hard. It had more work to do. Pete pulled his cock out of Sue’s ass. She slumped on the floor, miserable. “Let me try some of that.” Pete was suddenly pushing Ronnie out of the way. I tried to keep his cock in my mouth, but it slipped out. And then there was another one in its place—Pete forced his still hard cock between my lips, carrying with it the distinct taste of his cum and Sue’s ass. It was … different. Not a shitty taste, like I’d expected, but different. And, to be honest, I was just glad to have a cock in my mouth—any cock. Ronnie, though, wasn’t going anywhere. With Pete pumping his cock down my throat, Ronnie pulled my nightgown off so I was completely naked. Two strong hands parted my legs and lifted my knees. My hips were swiveled around. Ronnie liked what he saw. “Oh yeah.” A moment later, I felt the head of his cock parting my pussy lips. Yes, this was what I wanted. A cock in my mouth, and another one in my pussy. And that’s what I got.
With one plunge, Ronnie gave me every one of his eight inches. I was so wet, he slid in with ease. Then his cock slid most of the way out. Then in. Then out. Then in. Then out. All in rhythm with Pete’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. It was heaven. I was moaning like a wild woman. How they could possibly believe I was not aware of what was happening I don’t know, but they just kept at it. Sue, still on the carpet, looked up. There was cum dripping from her ass. She reached down and touched his cum, then to my surprise, licked her fingers. Then she just curled up on the ground, looking very sad. Ronnie and Pete were anything but sad. Pete was slamming his cock into my mouth, Ronnie was pounding my pussy, and I was moaning with every plunge. Then Pete stated calling out in frenzy. “Fuck her ass, Ronnie, fuck her ass.” Ronnie thought that sounded just fine. So did I. He pulled his cock from my pussy and started rubbing it against my asshole, swirling my pussy juice around to lubricate my darkest hole. Then he started pushing it into me. The first inch hurt a little. The second inch hurt a lot. Both times I squealed. Then he pushed in the entire eight inches and I screamed—but it was a scream of pleasure. “Yeah. Fuck that ass, Ronnie, fuck that ass good.” Pete was a one man cheer squad. He was also an ideas man. He pulled his cock from my mouth and slipped his arms under my arms. In one movement, with Ronnie’s cock still deep in my ass, he lifted me up and positioned me so I was sitting on Ronnie’s lap, with Erik sitting on the sofa. Now I had Erik’s cock hard up my ass, with my pussy facing Pete. You know what happens next. Pete lifted my legs, parted my knees, and took up a position between them. Then he put his cock in place at my pussy lips. His eyes lit up. “Where gonna DP the old lady, man. Give her both cocks in both holes.” Ronnie laughed. “Do it man, do it.” And he did. A moment later I was experiencing my first ever DP. And I must admit it was…amazing. Two cocks. Two big cocks. Both in me. Both pounding me.
I came. Instantly. The moment that second cock slid in, I came. Over. And over. And over. There was cum spurting out of me. I was moaning and groaning and screaming. And my cumming had a huge effect on the two boys. They started pouncing me harder and harder, faster and faster. And then they exploded. How can I explain what it feels like to take two big loads of cum at one time. Two big loads, squelching out of my pussy and ass. I turned to rubber. I had cum so often that I couldn’t breathe. I collapsed in a heap. So did the boys. After a minute or two, Ronnie spoke. “Fuck.” Pete could only confirm that opinion. “Fuck. I mean, fuck.” The conversation continued. “That was…” “…fucking…” “…amazing…” Their limp cocks fell out of my ass and pussy. They stood up, allowing me to fall back onto the sofa, cum dripping out me. Sue was still on the floor, watching open-mouthed. Pete couldn’t resist the urge to insult her. “Thanks for letting me fuck your ass, but Pete’s mom is a better fuck than you.” Sue responded angrily. “I didn’t let you fuck my ass. You ass-raped me.” Pete was dismissive. “You told everyone you were going to fuck us just to upset Pete, so no one’s going to believe that.” Which was probably true? The slipped on their jeans and t-shirts and headed for the door, with one last line from Pete. “Bye Sue. Must do this again some time.” Sue, sitting on the carpet naked, hissed out her own farewell. “Assholes.” After a moment, she looked at me sadly, then started talking. “I’m sorry Mrs. Campbell. I’m sorry I took them here. I’m sorry for what they did to you.”
The poor girl was crying. She crawled across the floor and her hands and knees, then crawled up onto the sofa and snuggled up to me. “I should never, ever have taken them here. I should never, ever have tried to get back at Pete like that. It was so stupid of me. I hate them. But I hate me more.” She hugged me, needing someone to comfort her, and I hugged back. Feeling her naked body against my naked body was, even at a time like this, when Sue was clearly distressed, very erotic. She kept on talking. “I just love Pete so much. So much.” By chance, my hand was against her pussy. Without even thinking, I began to stroke her clit, very gently. She moaned. And then, to my surprise, started to kiss me. Her tongue met my tongue, and I kissed her back. Hard. I started stroking her clit faster. Then her hand found my clit. My pussy was still stretched from Pete and Ronnie’s big cocks, and their cum was dripping out me. I felt her little hand slide two, three then four fingers into me. I groaned, she groaned. And then she pulled her mouth away from mine, swiveled around, and suddenly her lovely mouth was pressing against my dripping pussy. She was licking my clit, licking my pussy lips, and lapping up all cum. And I was licking her pussy, nibbling her clit, pressing my face against her. And then I did something I never, ever imagined I’d do. I licked her asshole. It was soft from the pounding Pete had given it, and Pete’s cum was still dripping from it. I’d had the taste before, from Pete’s cock, but now I had the real thing. I confess, I liked it. It felt like such an erotic thing to do. And Sue? She started shaking like there was an earthquake. Every part of her was vibrating. And then I found myself vibrating the same way. Her tongue was working magic on my clit, while her fingers explored my asshole, finding ecstatically sensitive places in it’s recently widened depths that I could never have imagined existed. The boys had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me, but now Sue was doing it with a delicate feminine touch. And I was doing the same to her. In almost perfect synchronicity, we both let out an almost endless sigh. Two cocks had turned my to jelly. Sue’s tongue and fingers had given me wings. I was floating. And she was floating with me. I reached down, took her by the hands, and pulled her face up to mine. With my eyes wide open, I brought my lips to her lips. Wide-eyed, she looked at me with amazement, suddenly realizing the truth, and then returned my kiss with deep and loving passion. We hugged. I felt her nipples against my nipples, her bald pussy against my trimmed pussy, as our tongues met.
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