No Friend of Mine
by Anal_King

One of many drunken nights with mom

It was 3:17 in the morning when I awoke to the sound of my parents returning from a evening of dancing and drinking. Based on the racket they were making, it was obvious they had partied hard. I could hear my mom giggle as she struggled to climb the stairs. She tripped a few times along the way, but eventually made it to their room. I turned over to check on my friend, Kevin; he was snoozing away on top of his sleeping bag, unaffected by the racket they had made. Taking a hint from Kevin, I lowered my head to the pillow and let the steady hum of the air conditioner carry me back into a deep slumber.

Two hours later I awoke again, but this time because of a full bladder. I threw the sheet aside, got up, and shuffled across the room. That’s when I noticed Kevin wasn't in the room; he must've gone to use the bathroom, I thought to myself. Since I was up already, I decided I might as well wait out in the hall until he finished his business.

When I opened the door, a blast of hot air immediately assaulted my body. My father is not a big fan of central air conditioning. He says it costs too much. Personally, I think he's just being cheap. But to his credit, at least he installed air conditioners in our rooms. Anyway, as I made my way to the bathroom, my ears picked up on some loud snoring coming from downstairs. I stopped to look over the banister and saw the figure of my father passed out on the sofa. His clothes were still on but he managed to remove his shoes. My mom always said dad could never hold his liquor. I shook my head and continued to the john. 

As I passed my parents' bedroom, I thought I heard what sounded like a slap. But it was different than, say, a regular slap across the face. In this instance, these slaps were softer and kept repeating. Wouldn't you know it, curiosity got the better of me, so I crept to the door and placed my ear against it. I could clearly hear that skin-against-skin sound again, and a lot of grunting, too. I didn't want to invade my mother's privacy but I had to know what was going on in there. I decided to take a peek. 

I carefully opened the door and poked my head inside. When my parents' bed came into view, my eyes instantly widened in shock. I had to blink a few times just to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I found Kevin and he was on top of my mother. He had her knees pinned against her shoulders while his cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her juices coated his pistoning shaft as he nailed my mother to the mattress. With each thrust, her soft tits erotically bounced and clashed against each other, forming these small, erotic waves. 

An overpowering feeling of lust just took over my body. I wanted to walk away but I felt trapped in my own body. My penis had grown to the point where the skin tightened until a subtle pain co-existed with pleasure. 

Ever since I can remember, I've always had lustful thoughts about my mother. I would look forward to the weekends when she would carelessly walk around in her shirt and panties, displaying her awesome 36D rack and round, succulent ass. I know this might sound crazy but I didn't understand why she wouldn't come to me if she wanted to cheat on dad. At least we'd keep it in the family and no one would be the wiser.

One thing that really pissed me off was the fact that Kevin got laid all the time. He had some kind of baby face that made most girls melt. With all that young, fresh pussy at his disposal, why would he even bother nailing my mom? I don't mean to imply my mother isn't good looking—she is. But more in a plain Jane sort of way. Even at 46 with extra pounds lining her thighs, hips and ass, she still turns heads. 

Kevin's loud grunts broke my train of thought. After a few more thrusts he raised himself with his arms locked at the elbows and really hammered my mother's maternal pussy. I watched his wet cock slide all the way into the depths of my mother's cunt before his body seized. Kevin cried out and deposited his potent baby-making seed deep into her womb. His nut-sack repeatedly twitched as he emptied more and more of his milky semen into the place I came out of. His strokes gradually became slower as his orgasm tapered; When Kevin was finally done, he plopped down on her breathing hard; My mother looked well-fucked. She had her eyes closed but her lips were curled. 

When he fully recovered, Kevin pulled out and his spunk began to leak from her red, gaping twat, making a big stain on the bed. Since the show was over, I decided it was time to exit before either one of them caught me spying. I quietly backed away and raced back to my room and gently closed the door behind me. Kevin returned about five minutes later. Through the thin slits of my eyes, I saw him go back to his sleeping bag.

After what seemed like an hour, but according to the clock was only about 15 minutes, Kevin began to snore. Taking that as my cue, I made my way out of the room to relieve my bladder. First, I stopped check on my mother. The streetlights illuminated her voluptuous figure, giving me a clear view of her big, juicy ass sticking out from under the sheets; a small amount of Kevin's cum was still leaking from her recently fucked snatch. My dick began to harden, masking the uncomfortable feeling coming from my bladder. I desperately wanted to slip inside and do what Kevin had done but I knew I'd never get away with it. 

The next morning, Kevin departed early claiming he had to run errands for his mom. I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, Kevin's status as my good friend was over. For the rest of the day, I watched my mother like a hawk trying to see if anything was amiss. She didn't appear to be anything but her cheerful, old self. Well, not exactly cheerful since she had a doozy of a hangover. 

Later that night, I jerked-off to the images of my mother having her pussy hammered by Kevin. I knew it was wrong because a son should never think of his mother in that way, but I couldn't stop the arousal I felt growing within my body. I must've shot a quarter cup of my cum that night.

It was Thursday evening when Kevin rang my house to see if he could sleep over again. I was about to make up an excuse why he couldn't until he added he was bringing Halo with him: the new computer game that was breaking record sales. I had to admit it was a tempting offer, which I was grudgingly going to reject. But when he also mentioned that he had swiped some of his brother's anal DVDs, I caved and invited him over for the following Saturday. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but I knew I was getting something out of the deal. Besides, what else are two horny 18-year-olds going to do during the summer, before heading off to college?

In no time at all, Saturday was here. And like we planned, Kevin showed up with his sleeping bag and a backpack full of goodies. We waited for my parents to leave for yet another dumb party where they would get sloshed. The DVD was awesome. It had four hours of non-stop ass fucking. I've never seen so many gaping holes in my life. By around 12:30, Kevin and I were just finishing the DVD when we started to get sleepy. Like before, he slept in his sleeping bag on the floor. And also like before, I was awoken by my giggling mother while my father shushed her silent. They got to their bedroom and not ten minutes later, I could hear their moans as they happily fucked the night away.

I peeked over at Kevin and noticed he was still sleeping—or was he? Only time would tell. I forced myself to lay awake for another half hour. Then I heard Kevin rustling on the floor. I shut my eyes as he called out to me. I made some gurgling sounds in my throat and shifted on my side. Satisfied that I was asleep, he got up and tippy-toed out the room. I knew where he was going and this time I followed close behind him. 

When I opened my door, I saw him duck into my parent's room. When I got to their door, Kevin was in the process of removing his boxers. His stiff cock bobbed in the air as he made his way to my parent's bed. They were both snoring by this time. Mom must've fallen asleep after my dad fucked her. What I couldn’t believe was, she was still on her elbows and knees with her face buried into the pillow and her ass high in the air.

It was the first time I ever saw her creamy ass cheeks so lewdly displayed. It made my cock jerk more than once. Kevin stood by her side taking in the view. He had a hungry look on his face. When he got tired of just looking, he bent down and planted a loving kiss on each luscious cheek. He then began to massage her meaty globes, kneading them like they were fine pastry dough. At that moment, it finally dawned on me that my mother never invited Kevin into her bed last week, nor tonight for that matter. He was simply taking advantage of her drunken state.

He roughly spread her ass cheeks wide apart and held them open. His gaze fell on her bottom hole which began to partially dilate under the pressure. Kevin puckered his lips and released a blob of spit on her winking rosebud. Then Kevin swooped down like a bird of prey and tongued her striated shitter; he flicked the tip all over the silky texture of her crinkly anus. After that he plunged his tongue as far into her anal passage as he could.

Once he had sufficiently dined on my mother’s ass, Kevin inserted two fingers into her sopping twat and scooped out some of her pussy juice. Then he rubbed it around her tight sphincter before he pressed his index finger against her puckered anus. There was a moment of resistance but his digit easily slid to the knuckle. I heard my mom's muffled slur as he started to pump his finger in and out of her clutching asshole. When Kevin thought her hole was loose enough, he got on the bed and mounted my mother. With one thrust, he was deep in her pussy. He fucked her moist sheath fast and hard. My mother never stirred. She just went right on sleeping.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled his vein-y dick out, lowered his head, and spat on her shitter one more time before he said, "I bet your ass is cherry. Well, don't worry; I'm gonna bust this baby wide open with my big, fat cock." Grabbing his dick with his right hand, he lined it up with her rosy anus and pushed. With his back was to me, I couldn't actually see the penetration. However, I could tell he found his target because my mother came to and twist her hips at the last possible moment, forcing Kevin's cock to slide up her back.

"Shit!" he snapped in frustration.

"Shtop Jonathan. You're being very naughty," my mother slurred. Jonathan was my father's name. She began to giggle as Kevin tried to steady her with both hands. Her ass looked so sexy, as she erotically moved it from side-to-side, not realizing the effect she was having on both Kevin and me. 

She stopped her teasing long enough for him to move his left hand on the small of her back. With his right, he brought the crown of his raging prick to her sweet pucker and nudged her opening. My mother jerked her bottom again and her left knee slipped off the bed which caused her left foot to land on the floor with a thump. She giggled into her pillow.

I could see Kevin's patience was wearing thin. So, not to be denied any longer, he roughly clutched her meaty thigh and brought her knee back onto the bed. He then manhandled my giggling mother into the position he first found her in and saddled up behind her. He then forced her head down. I saw his right arm move in front of him. The muscles of his ass clenched, and a few seconds later, mom's giggles abruptly stopped to be replaced by a loud gasp; I knew at that moment Kevin had finally skewered her on his big fuck-stick. 

He brought his hands around my mom’s waist and pulled her back. I could hear her whimper as he inched his pulsing shaft deeper and deeper into her rectal passage. It took a little time but once he was fully sheathed in my mother's ass, he started to fuck her right away. He was gentle for the first minute but then his thrusts became almost savage. 

I stood there taking in the sight of my now ex-friend fucking my mother's asshole. My senses were assaulted by the slap, slap, slap of their banging and the odor of sex wafting in the air. Kevin leaned back to take in the view of his rigid cock sliding in and out of her tight ring. He seemed hypnotized by the sight, never taking his eyes off his dick. After a few minutes, his feverish strokes were starting to become erratic. A sure sign he was reaching the home stretch now. "Ah fuck . . . Mrs. Graham. Your tight ass is gonna make me cum", he panted. Then, with a final shove of his hips, Kevin groaned as he erupted, sending his load deep into my mother's bowels. With all the moaning he did, I knew he was unloading a large amount of semen into her snug rectum, maybe more than he's ever had.

When his orgasm almost reached its end, my mother suddenly cried out as her body was gripped by an intense orgasm. I never heard her climax before. Surprisingly, my dad didn't either. He kept right on snoring as he was made a cuckold for the second time in his life. 

Kevin collapsed on her back, holding her warm nude body against his as he caught his breath. He put his mouth against her ear and said, "Oh Mrs. Graham—Sheila. You're a fucking goddess." 

With his lust now sated, he carefully pulled his dick out of her ass and got off the bed. My eyes widened at the sight of her gaping shit-hole. It looked like what I saw on the DVD. There wasn't enough light to make out all the details but the cum oozing out wasn’t hard to miss. Looking over at Kevin, I could see his prick was still as hard as ever. He took a Kleenex to wipe off the swollen head of his dick. When he was done, he dumped the tissue into the pail and picked up his shorts.

I moved back into the cover of the dark waiting for him to emerge from the room. I heard him click off the light and walk out into the hall. As he rounded the corner to get to my room, his nose made a crunch as it connected with my fist. Before his screams woke the neighborhood up, I silenced his cries with the palm of my hand. Blood was pouring out running down my arm. I yanked him by the collar of his shirt and dragged his sorry ass down the stairs out the house. I popped him one in the stomach which brought him crashing down on his knees.

Now with the air out of his lungs, I laid out how things were going to be: "Fuck face! Listen real good to what I've got to say. First, as of right now, we are no longer friends. Understand! You are nothing but a fuckin' turd in my book. Second, if I ever hear you mentioning to anyone that you fucked my mother, I'll rip your face apart and then have you brought up on charges of rape and sodomy. Do we understand each other, ass wipe?" I towered over him with my fists ready to pummel him into the ground. He saw it, too.

"Yeah ... I ... I got it, man." Satisfied he meant what he said, I let him run off into the night without any clothes. I went back into the house and spent the better part of an hour cleaning up his blood from the carpet and floor. Before heading to bed, I peaked in my parents' bedroom and found my mom still on her knees with her lovely big ass in the air. Only this time her shit-hole was closed. The thought of plowing her pink orifice crossed my mind. But I didn't think I could live with the guilt and shame, no matter how tempting her derriere seemed. So, being the decent son that I am, I positioned my mom on her side, covered her with the sheet and left.

The following afternoon, I didn't hear any yelling from my parents, so I assumed my mother was none the wiser. Throughout the week, images of Kevin fucking my mom kept popping into my mind. My lust for my mother was at an all-time high now, getting stronger by the day. I didn't know what I was going to do. Since I was still a virgin and without a girlfriend, my only means of release was whacking off. And after a while, that wasn't even good enough to alleviate my appetite for her ass. Finally, a week later, my parents announced they were going dancing and not to wait up. The mere thought she might come back drunk had my hands trembling.

Why? Well, let's look at the facts: 1) unrestricted access to her pussy, tits, and ass, 2) the risk of getting caught was next to nil, seeing how my dad slept like a log, and 3) repeated fucks as long as she remained drunk. Those reasons alone made it easier to push aside the guilt and shame I felt. Of course, it makes things easier when the little head calls all the shots. After a couple of hours of some really bad T.V., I decided a little shuteye was in order for tonight's debasement. It wasn't easy but I managed to catch some z's before the jabber of my drunken parents woke me again.

I glanced at the clock. It was 2:37 in the morning. I knew I'd have to bide my time for another thirty minutes before they got down to action. The onset of a tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought about what I was going to do. My dick began to uncomfortably swell. I had to remove my pajamas so it could breathe. It was throbbing painfully at this point with pre-cum coating the tip. The clock showed more than half an hour had passed. "It's now or never," I murmured. I knew I'd be going to Hell for this, but to me, it was worth it. 

I left my room knowing I was going to use her ass to satiate my lust. I now had no problem with that. I felt a carnal need to fuck my mother. With only a t-shirt and a naked cock slicing through the air, I reached their door, I placed my ear against its cold surface and heard the familiar sounds of snoring. Very slowly, I turned the handle and opened the door. They left the light on again. My mother was out cold sleeping on her side facing away from me. She had on one of dad's white t-shirts. Her smooth globes lay bare to my hungry eyes.

I tried to control my breathing while my heart hammered in my chest. I cautiously made my way across the room. When I got to her side of the bed, I leaned over my mom and watched her breasts rise up and down, as she lightly snored. I gently shook her shoulder and called out her name, but she didn't even stir. I did it again and still no response. Since it was safe to proceed, I went down on my knees and stared at mom's mouth-watering ass. I heard the pounding of blood in my ears as I reached out and gently rubbed the palm of my hands over the warm softness of her cheeks. I couldn’t believe how smooth and silky her skin was.

Unable to control myself, I grasped my mother by the waist and pulled until her wide ass was perched on the edge of the bed. She didn't even stir. I then moved her into the fetal position which forced her ass to stick out even more. Grabbing one of the many pillows she had thrown on the floor, I placed it under my knees. Then I spread her creamy cheeks wide apart and moved my face into the crevasse. I licked my mom's butthole for several minutes, eating her out like a starving homeless man. 

My nose flared as it detected what smelled like a faint underarm scent coming from her crack. I didn't find it offensive. In fact, the odor kicked my lust up a notch. I then used my tongue as a small, stiff cock and began driving it in and out of her taut anus, hoping to bore my way deep into her rectal passage. Eventually, my jaw became tired so I pulled my head back and watched how her sphincter gaped about half an inch before slowly closing up. I was going to do it again but the twitch in my cock told me it was time for the main event. 

I picked up the bottle of liquid KY I had brought with me and squeezed some on her rosy shit hole. I began slowly rubbing it around her ring, enjoying the feel of the bumpy ridges passing under the pad of my fingertip. I then spat on her asshole and slowly worked one finger into her tight passage. I sawed my digit to and fro in her clutching sleeve. When I thought the muscles of her anus were loose enough, I slid my fingers out and watched how her mouth-watering sphincter began to wink a few times, turning my dick into a thick pillar of granite. 

After witnessing an event like that, I had to fuck her ass now or there would be cum all over the floor. I quickly applied some of the KY to my erection, making sure I was sufficiently lubed. Then I grasped my prick by the base and firmly pressed the bloated head against her pink, puckered hole. Gritting my teeth, I applied steady pressure and watched how her anus sunk in before it stubbornly stretched wider and wider around the large, aching head of my dick. In a matter of seconds, I had a third of my painfully-hard prick lodged in my mother’s ass! 

I couldn't believe how tight she was. I shuddered in intense pleasure as my arms trembled from the reality of the moment. I was scared yet excited knowing I was violating my mother in such a nasty and immoral way. I slowly forced the remainder of my blue-veined shaft deep into her ass. Her anal canal instinctively molded itself to my rigid flesh and hungrily clutched it. I accidentally let out a loud, long groan. I checked on my father. Thankfully, he was dead to the world. But let's be honest here, if he didn't awake to the sounds of his son fucking his wife of 25 years, he was never going to.

With that comforting thought in mind, I started fucking her ass, taking it nice and slow. I fell into a nice, steady rhythm. The tight grip of her rectal sheath created an unbelievable sensation of burning heat that had me seconds away from cumming—what else do you expect from a virgin. I really laid into her, mercilessly fucking her ass. The bed springs rhythmically creaked as my hips repeatedly slammed against her sexy bottom. 

And just like that, when I was balls deep in the warmth of her rectum, I completely surrendered to my very first gut-wrenching orgasm. My entire body stiffened and my toes involuntarily curled. My thick cock violently jerked before sending thick ropes of incestuous cream deep into the depths of my mother's sexy shitter. I held on as my jism shot out again and again, coating the walls of her warm rectum. The pleasure was so intense, I thought I might black out; I had to shake my head so I wouldn't faint.

When it was all done, I carefully slid my shrinking dick out of her loose sphincter. Once I was clear, I immediately stretched my mother's ass hoping her anus would gape. She didn't disappoint. For the first time in my life, I could see the reddish interior of her rectal lining partially coated by a mess of semen. Just the sight of it blew me away. The reality of fucking my own mother was nothing like the fantasies I had harbored. 

Wiped out and ready to call it a night, I grabbed a couple of tissues and cleaned her crack of any remaining semen. After I was done, I lovingly kissed her good night and went back to my room. I slept like a baby that night.

When I woke up the following morning, I became worried my mom would start asking questions. Luckily, she never suspected a thing, if you can believe that. I don't know how she didn't notice my cum sliding out of her ass as she took a leak. Who knows, maybe she knew something was up and decided to keep quiet about it. Luckily for me, ever since that night, I've gotten to fuck her ass and pussy for the next seven years before I finally got married and moved out. 

I still have a set of keys to the house and sometimes I stop by to check on mom—if you know what I mean. 

The End