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Drunk and Disorderly (Fm, inc, mother/son)
by Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@my-deja.com)


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I was jerked out of a sound sleep by an almighty thump coming 
from downstairs. It was almost two in the morning and I was 
alone in the house, my mother was off at yet another party 
with the latest of a long line of men friends. Nervously I 
crept out of bed, tiptoed across to the bedroom door and 
opened it a crack, I saw light shining up the stairwell and 
heard the mutter of voices. To say I was one scared 16 year 
old would have been an understatement, but, like a fool, I 
went to see what was going on.

And that's where I made my first mistake, I went to 
investigate.

Creeping down the stairs I peered through the banisters until 
I could at last see the source of the noise, or at least a 
part of it. My mother was standing swaying as though dancing 
in the middle of the living room, a few feet from her I could 
see a pair of feet sticking out past the end of the couch. 
Breathing a sigh of relief I straightened up and finished 
descending the stairs in a more normal manner. As I entered 
the living room I saw more of the body that was attached to 
the pair of feet lying on the floor, it was Gary, my mother's 
date for that night. Grinning I looked at him lying there 
dead to the world with his trousers and underpants round his 
ankles.

"Uh ... Mum?" I said to the still swaying figure of my 
mother.

"Come on Gary," she said in a voice slurred with drink "fuck 
me for God's sake, my cunt is burning for a cock."

Right there was mistake number two, what I should have done 
was retreat to my room, instead I walked over and put a hand 
on my mother's shoulder.

At my touch she turned quickly nearly falling over and I 
instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her. She smiled at 
me then put her hands on my bare chest, I gulped as her hands 
started to stroke over my chest and worked their way 
downwards.

"M ... m ... mum!" I squeaked as one of her hands slid onto 
the front of my pyjama bottoms.

And mistake number three was coming downstairs in only pyjama 
bottoms!

Three little mistakes, but they were set to change my life 
for good!

"Oh Gary, you have no idea how much I need that little cock 
of yours." My mother hummed drunkenly.

Before I could even open my mouth to respond my mother's hand 
was in through the slit of my pyjamas and closing around my 
dick!

Now a cock is stupid, it sees or feels something it likes it 
goes for it and sod the consequences, my cock liked what it 
was feeling and shot to erection in record time. For a moment 
I just stood there too stunned by my mother's actions to 
react.

"Hmmm," my mother crooned a she shrugged her dress off with 
her free hand "Gary, you feel bigger than ever."

Half in shock and half in growing lust I looked down at my 
mother's suddenly naked body, I suppose I should have 
wondered where her undergarments were, but that sort of 
logical thought process was beyond me at that point. I'd 
never seen my mother naked before, seeing her mere inches 
away, her tits bouncing to her excited breathing, her nipples 
pointing like little bullets suddenly made me want her!

"Oh shit!" I groaned as her hand started to squeeze at my 
cock.

I went to take a step away from her and paused as my feet got 
caught up in something, looking down in surprise I saw my 
pyjama bottoms down around my ankles. Then my attention was 
fully focussed on my mother as she leapt against me, leant up 
and kissed me full on the lips. In the space of a moment I 
forgot who this naked person was and just gave in to the 
rising lust within me. 

Relaxing I savoured the feel of my mother's warm skin against 
mine, the hardness of her nipples digging into my chest which 
contrasted with the softness of her tits as they flattened 
against me.

My mother's free hand seemed to be everywhere, on my chest, 
my back, my buttocks, everywhere and all the while her other 
hand was pumping away on my cock. Beyond thinking I let my 
hands return her caress, moving them all over her body, 
stroking her warm skin as I worked them downwards. As I 
grasped her buttocks my mother moaned into my mouth, 
encouraged by this I slid a hand around to her pussy. My 
fingers worked their way through the forest of her pubic hair 
until they came to the outer lips of her pussy. Then my 
fingers were past those lips and rubbing at the warm inner 
recess of her slit, her juices wetting my fingers as they 
passed over the oozing hole of her pussy.

Next thing I knew my mother was falling backwards, her hands 
pulling me down with her, I landed on my knees before her 
wide-spread legs.  Reaching up she began to pull at me, her 
hands demanding as she tugged me over her then reached 
between us to grab my prick and placed it at her pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She was chanting over and over.

I had never seen my mother like this before, nor had I ever 
felt so excited before, between bewilderment and lust I was 
lost. With a groan of sheer delight I pushed my cock down, 
feeling it sink a little way into this hot, wet hole that was 
my mother's sex. Her hand moved from my cock and her legs 
wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her pussy as her 
body thrust up to engulf my cock completely.

"Oh shit, YES!" my mother cried as our groins ground 
together.

That one cry of ecstasy drove out any last hesitation I may 
have had lurking in the recesses of my mind, with a groan I 
started to fuck my own mother and not gently. With hard, 
pounding thrusts I fucked her remorselessly and she revelled 
in it, her body thrusting up to meet mine as I lunged down 
into her tight, wet, eager pussy. My mother cried out, her 
legs pulling me tighter as they locked around my back, her 
arms sliding under my armpits to curl round so that her hands 
were pressing on my shoulder blades; pulling me to her until 
our lips met in a kiss so hot that flames should have been 
engulfing us. In a way we were engulfed in flames, the flames 
of lust and burning desire.

I no longer cared that my mother thought it was Gary fucking 
her senseless, I no longer gave a damn about the wrongness of 
what we were doing. All that consumed me was the touch of her 
lips on mine, the dance that our tongues did in each others' 
mouths and the wondrous, glorious feel of my mother's cunt 
squeezing and rippling on my cock as it plunged into her 
depths, withdrew and plunged again.

"Oooh Gary," my mother gasped and groaned at the same time, 
it was a strange sound and one that sent shivers of 
excitement shooting along my spine "God Gary, you've never 
been this good, I love it!"

Our fucking motions became even faster and even harder, her 
pussy being crushed beneath my pounding groin each time I 
thrust into her. Wanting to savour the sensation to the full 
I tried to hold back, to think of something, anything else 
other than the sheer joy of my mother's pussy clenching round 
my cock.

"EEEeeeeeh!" my mother wailed out as her body humped up to 
mine.

Her legs, her arms even her pussy tightened around and on me, 
holding me immobile with my cock buried as deep as it would 
go into her pussy.  Then it was my turn to sound out my 
pleasure as the inner walls of her pussy started this 
rippling, milking movement on my already overexcited prick. 
Under that sort of treatment I couldn't hold back any longer, 
straining against my mother's quivering body I felt the spunk 
jetting into my mother's very womb as I had my own climax.

It was as though my cumming was a signal to my mother to hit 
top orgasmic gear, her body began bucking under me as her 
head thrashed from side to side. She made a strange mewling 
sound that I found so erotic, groaning I started to fuck her 
like a man possessed, this sent my mother into weaker cries, 
more violent bucks and more head thrashing. I was not only 
surprised I was ecstatic when glorious minutes later I filled 
her depths with my juices for the second time.

This time my orgasm was so intense I felt as though reality 
was slipping away from me, with a final thrust and a weak 
gasp I collapsed on top of my mother's quivering body. At 
that moment Gary gave a groan of his own; it was like a dash 
of cold water, my lust sated it was time for my conscience to 
rise to the surface to prick me about what I had let happen.

"Oh Gary," my mother sighed as I leant up "why have you never 
been this good before?"

Her eyes were open, but seemed unable to focus on my face, 
for which I was supremely grateful. I had no desire to see 
the shock on her face as she recognised the owner of the 
prick still buried in her pussy, nor to hear the shrieks of 
disgust that I was certain would follow that recognition. She 
leant up, her lips locking to mine as I put an arm around her 
shoulders to support her, then our lips parted and her head 
dropped limply back.

"Mum?" I breathed in amazement to discover that she had 
passed out.

With more than a little reluctance I eased my cock from her 
pussy, it glistening with a mixture of her juices and my 
sperm that had my conscience pricking me again. Feeling 
drained, yet still excited I got to my feet and looked down 
at my mother's prone body, at her naked prone body, I gulped 
at the sight of my sperm starting to dribble from her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I sighed at the thought of having had sex with my 
own mother.

Looking across at the now snoring Gary I decided to leave him 
right where he was and carry my mother up to her bed. As I 
lifted my mother's limp body from the floor she muttered 
something then slid back into her dream world. I was a little 
puffed by the time I got my mother up the stairs and into her 
bed, her clothes still lay in the living room, but I had no 
energy left to go fetch them or to dig out a nightie for her.  
Taking one long last look as her luscious body I pulled the 
covers up over her naked body, kissed her on the forehead, 
turned out the light and headed for my own room.

As I lay on top of my bed my mind was ablaze with how it had 
felt to have sex with my mother, I couldn't get it out of my 
head. The rising sun of a new day found me still awake and 
sporting an erection that literally throbbed. It seemed 
pointless lying there so I climbed out of bed, dressed in 
shirt and jeans then went downstairs to the kitchen. I was so 
intent on getting some juice from the fridge that I didn't 
hear Gary come into the kitchen, his voice suddenly sounding 
made me jump.

"Man, what a head." He groaned sinking gently into a chair at 
the table.

It was hard not to laugh at him as he sat with his elbows on 
the table and his head buried in his hands. Out of sheer pity 
I made him a strong coffee which he accepted as though it 
were the crown jewels, as I moved away from the table my 
mother appeared in the doorway.

"Oh Gary," she enthused quietly, wincing at the sound of her 
own voice "you were fantastic last night, absolutely 
fantastic."

Gary squinted at her, a pained expression came over his face 
while he tried to make sense of her words, it seemed that 
task was beyond him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he almost whispered.

As my mother sat at the table with Gary I decided it was time 
that I made myself scarce, but I only got as far as the 
kitchen door when my mother expanded on her comment.

"Darling," she smiled weakly "I'm talking about the way you 
fucked me last night, you've never been so good before."

"Helen," he said a little more firmly despite his hangover 
"you must have been dreaming things, I never touched you last 
night. Last I remember was passing out on the floor with my 
trousers round my ankles."

"But ...!" my mother gasped.

"There's no 'buts'," Gary cut her questioning words off 
"there's no way I could have fucked you last night, no way at 
all!"
"Well someone sure did." My mother breathed.

I decided that it would be a good idea to not be around when 
my mother figured out the only other likely candidate in the 
house was little old me. Retreating to my bedroom I sat on 
the edge of my bed and let my guilty thoughts float to the 
surface of my mind. From downstairs I heard the sounds of 
voices raised in argument, not something recommended with a 
hangover, but Gary seemed too pissed off to care.

"You are bloody mad or hallucinating!" I heard Gary yell 
"Shit, don't you think I'd remember fucking a prime slut like 
you."

"Get out!" my mother shouted after what had sounded like a 
hand slapping a face "Get the fuck out of my house you 
bastard!"

 From downstairs there came the sound of the front door 
slamming so hard it made the whole house vibrate, I cringed 
at the sound.

 'Oh shit.' I thought to myself 'She's really pissed off. God 
I'm for it now.'

I sat on the edge of my bed feeling morose, scared and 
aroused in equal measure, all I could think about was what I 
had done with my mother and how pissed she was sounding. Of 
course thinking about the events of only a few hours previous 
had the effect of exciting me even more. I just could not put 
out of my mind how good it had felt to fuck my mother and I 
knew that if the opportunity to do it again ever presented 
itself I'd grasp it with both hands.

At the same time I was dreading the moment when she worked 
out that if it hadn't been Gary that fucked her it had to be 
me. My mother was a right tartar when she was angry and 
anyone with sense ran for cover until she had cooled off. For 
one brief moment I had the optimistic thought that she might 
actually believe what Gary had said before she chucked him 
out, that she'd been dreaming. But I wasn't fooling anyone 
with that idea, not even myself.

Then my heart almost stopped as I remembered that when I had 
taken my mother up to her bed I had not gone back downstairs 
to retrieve my pyjama bottoms!

"Oh fuck!" I whispered to the empty room.

So far my mother hadn't been in the living room, but I knew 
it wouldn't be long before she did go in there. I had to get 
those pyjama bottoms before she found them! Just as I went to 
stand up my bedroom door flew open, caught mid-rise I looked 
at the doorway and gulped. There stood my mother looking 
deathly pale, in her hand were my pyjama bottoms, gulping 
again I sank back onto the bed.

"M ..." I opened my mouth to speak.

"Kevin," my mother cut off my opening word "I'm so sorry 
darling."

"Huh?" I responded brightly.

"About what I did," she expanded "about forcing you ... you 
... oh Jesus!"

"Uh, mum ..." I tried to speak.

"No," she said regaining her composure a little "don't say 
anything. I can never say sorry enough to you for what I 
did."

"But ..." I tried again.

"Damn!" she burst out "I have no idea what came over me. Can 
you forgive me Kevin? I can't believe how satisfied you left 
me."

"Mu ..." I tried to speak yet again.

"What am I saying!" she sighed "Oh God, what a sick bitch you 
must think me."

"No, I ..."

"Kevin," she just went on right across my attempts to speak 
"Maybe you should go stay with your father for a while. I 
don't know how you can bear the sight of me after last 
night."

"Oh I dunno," I blurted "I liked what I saw last night."

It had finally sunk in to my dim little brain that my mother 
wasn't pissed at me, she was blaming herself for what had 
happened, and I guess to a degree she was right. Yet after I 
had got over my first surprise there had been opportunities 
for me to stop what was happening and I had ignored them all 
to savour the joys of her body.

"I'll get myself some help," she went on as though not having 
heard me "maybe in a few months you ... What did you say?"

Her last words had come out as a gasp and I started gulping 
all over again. I figured that I had nothing to lose now so 
looking my mother in the eyes I gave a tentative smile.

"I said I liked what I saw last night." I repeated my words 
"I liked what we did too."

As she stood there staring at me open mouthed the thought 
'I'm fucked' drifted across my mind. Kicking myself mentally 
for not keeping my big mouth shut I waited for my mother to 
explode. Only she didn't explode, instead she blushed and 
gave a shy smile, I was stunned to say the least, 'shy' was 
something no-one could ever have associated with my mother.

"Did you really like what you saw?" she whispered.

It took a moment for my brain to get over this new twist, 
could it be that my mother had actually enjoyed me fucking 
her? Licking my lips nervously I decided to speak the truth 
and go with the flow, while at the same time preparing to 
duck damned fast. As I opened my mouth to speak a vision of 
my mother's naked body sprang to mind and my cock, which had 
gone into hiding when the door had opened, now started to 
stand up to be counted.

"I really did like what I saw mum," I responded then added 
daringly "you have a lovely body."

"Oh." She breathed and blushed even more "But I all but raped 
you."

"I know," I sighed at the memory of her grabbing my cock "but 
after I got over the surprise I was enjoying fu ... uh ... 
what we were doing to much to stop it."
"What we were doing was fucking." She grinned "Jesus, we 
shouldn't be having this conversation and if you knew what I 
was thinking ..."

I grinned at her then decided to go for broke.

"I hope you're thinking the same as me," I said standing up 
and moving to stand in front of her "that it would be nice to 
do it again, only this time with less rush and more 
foreplay."

She looked at me wide eyed as I reached out, put my hands on 
her waist and drew her to me. Kissing her full on the lips I 
savoured the moment to the full while expecting her to push 
me away at any second. It was a very pleasant surprise when 
instead of pushing at me she put her arms around me and 
pulled me to her, her lips responding to my kiss 
passionately.

"Kevin," she sighed a few minutes later when we came up for 
air "we shouldn't be doing this."

"I know." I grinned at her.

"You really want to have sex with me again?" she asked 
quietly looking into my eyes.

What I saw in her eyes was almost a plea for me to say 'yes', 
she needn't have worried, there was no way I was going to say 
no to her.

"Mum," I said softly taking her hand and putting it on my 
hard prick "does that answer your question?"

"Oh my," she grinned giving my erection a squeeze through my 
clothes "I guess that means yes."

"There's only one question that needs to be answered." I 
grinned.

"What's that?" she frowned.

"Do we fuck in here or in your room?" I chuckled.

The way she grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to her room 
was all the answer I needed.

THE END