Tequila Mom By Patience Bryce Copyright 9/2001 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED He was confused about the way he felt. Every time he turned around his mom and her boyfriend seemed to be making out, or playing grab ass or something. They behaved like teenagers, he thought, but then he would get an erection that just wouldn't go away until he stroked himself to orgasm. His emotions went back and forth between anger and disgust, but then his cock would get hard, he'd have to masturbate then his anger would escalate. He wasn't sure why. Some nights, very late, he would hear them in her bedroom. They'd even woken him up with their late night sexual escapades. It was the only time he heard his mother use "dirty" words. It was like a totally different person. The first time he heard them, he wondered just what could make his mother say such things, and he quietly left his bedroom and stood outside her open door and dared to peek in. In his wildest imagination, he never could have envisioned his mother like that. The sight was, stunning, almost shocking, because he had never thought of his mother in terms of her being a sexual being. But there she was, on her hands and knees, naked except for a garter belt and stockings. Her long black hair obliterating her face, as her boyfriend knelt behind her, driving his cock in and out of her. Her breasts swaying back and forth in the same rhythm, fingertips' gripping fiercely into her hips, the skin on her ass rippling with each thrust of his hips. Then there were the sounds. His mother begging for more cock, to be fucked, harder, faster, and then begging for his cum, The wetness of his cock slipping in and out of her aroused pussy, his labored breathing, punctuated by grunts, groans, and his own words as he called her his slut, whore, his bitch. As he watched the two bodies conjoined in their sexual frenzy, his cock responded, slipping out the fly of his boxer shorts, the only clothing he slept in. Automatically his hand reached down and he began to stroke it. Suddenly he realized that his mom's boyfriend had noticed him, but he couldn't move from the scene. The man grinned at him, and the son would swear he thrust harder into his mother with him watching. A loud whimper from his mother drew both of them to look down at her. Her sons cock throbbed as he stroked it faster. The boyfriend reached up and wrapped her hair in two fists, at the same time pulling his hips back, removing his cock from her. Her ass momentarily stayed in the air, moving as though it were still being pummeled from behind, until a hard yank of her hair pulled her around to face his cock, gleaming from her wetness. Her mouth opened wide and he thrust it into her. Calling her a cocksucker, he told her to take it all. Oh and she did, her lips clamping down around the base of it as he held tightly to her head, holding her there. With a loud grunt, he began spurting his cum down her throat, the boy in the doorway forgotten for the moment. Her boyfriend would never mention her son's presence. The sight of his mother with her mouth full of cock pushed him perilously close to the edge. He quickly made his way back to his room, shutting his door and leaning against it. His hand still circling, his throbbing cock as his mind could still see those lips taking the full length of that cock. As his desire grew so did his anger. He couldn't stop the images; he couldn't stop his hand from stroking his cock. And he wasn't able to stop from shooting his cum on the floor of his bedroom. Catching his breath he slid down against the door and sat there, his softening cock still sticking out of his boxers as he put his head in his hands. The mix of emotions was overwhelming him as he realized he shot his cum because his own mother aroused him. He was angry too, and blaming her for his arousal as well. Slowly he got up and grabbed a T-shirt out of his pile of dirty laundry and wiped up his cum from the floor, before crawling back to his bed and trying to sleep, trying to ignore the visions replaying in his mind. Despite his efforts, his cock was stiffening again. He rolled over onto his stomach to keep his hands from seeking out his cock and stroking it, trying to force himself to sleep. A knock on the door startled him awake. Confused he looked at the clock and realized he had finally fallen asleep. He mumbled, as his mother called out to him that she was getting ready to make breakfast. As she walk away from the door, he became aware of a sticky wetness on the sheets, groaning when he realized that he'd done something that hadn't happened since he was 12 years old. He'd had a wet dream and came in his bed. Cursing himself, and his mother, he got up to change the sheets, realizing he would have to wash it himself, least his mother discovers it. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and made his way down to the kitchen. Of course, her boyfriend wasn't there. Mom apparently wanted to continue the illusion that he wasn't sleeping in her bed and would chase him out long before the boy awakened. It was just the two of them in the kitchen, as she puttered around making him pancakes and sausage. As he drank down his orange juice, he glanced at his mother, looking for all the world like a PTO mom would. She wore her powder blue quilted ankle length robe, at the bottom he could see she had her pajamas on, silky and pink, right down to her pink fuzzy slippers, her long hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. None of his other friends had a mom that would get up and still make their breakfast. They even kidded him sometimes about it, but the envy was apparent. In front of him, she put a plate piled high with pancakes on it, and was her custom gave him a kiss on the cheek to say good morning. He couldn't stop the image of the same lips devouring a cock only hours earlier. His cock twitched but his anger also rose. Leaving over half his breakfast on the plate, he told his mother he was full and left the table in a hurry. He didn't see the look of concern on his mother's face as he bolted from the kitchen and dashed to his bedroom. Slamming the door for emphasis, he laid back down on his bed, his pants tenting over his hard cock. He shoved the pants down and took his cock in his hand and began stroking it, not able to stop the image that flashed through his mind of his mother's lips on HIS cock. As he felt his cum rising to the surface, his mother knocked on the door, asking if he was ok. Quickly he rolled over; burying his face in his pillow as cum drenched his sheets anew. Trying to catch his breath, he told her gruffly that he was just fine. Perplexed his mother headed to her room to change, deciding if something was wrong, surely he would tell her. From that day on, things had changed for him. The continuing lust and anger at his mother continued. Her boyfriend's constant kissing and groping her when he visited became a source of irritation to the boy and a source of arousal as well. He would find himself trying to sneak peeks of them when they would be in the kitchen, thinking he was totally engrossed in TV or a new computer game. More then once he would catch the boyfriend sticking his hand up his mothers skirt, or down her blouse, while they were embraced in a long hot kiss. Sometimes as they all sat down for dinner, he would see them looking at each other, his mother at times looking a little flushed. It didn't take him long to realize her boyfriend had been teasing her under the table. The boy was sickened by their antics, but often aroused. More often then not they began leaving him after dinner, his mother dressing up provocatively, for a night of drinking and who knew what else? She would leave him a list of chores to be done, and out they went, leaving him alone. His friends would call, but he started refusing to go hang out with them, opting to stay at home, browsing the Internet for porn, or watching a movie. The truth was, he wanted to be there, and awake, when they would get home. His mother would be intoxicated and even more demonstrative with her boyfriend in front of her son. Sometimes she seemed oblivious to his presence. Her boyfriend would press her against the door he just shut and run his hand up her skirt, massaging her exposed ass as she pressed herself wantonly against him. At times the boyfriend would just look over at the boy sitting there, and wink at him. The nights his mother was most intoxicated were the nights the boyfriend went up to the bedroom with her. If she wasn't inebriated enough, she would be conscious of her son sitting there, knowing if the boyfriend stayed or not, so she would say goodnight to him and send him home. And on those other nights, when she had been plied with more alcohol, she seemed to be aware of only her boyfriend and her sexual need and would lead him to her bedroom. Knowing that they never shut the door, he would wait until he heard that first moan and make his way up the steps and watch as they performed a variety of sexual acts on each other. Sometimes they stripped first, other times it seemed they couldn't wait long enough, as she would pull his cock out from the fly of his pants and hungrily suck him, or he would merely push her skirt up and push her back, impaling himself on her naked pussy. The boy had been very surprised to discover that his mother was going out without any panties on, and in fact wore garters and stockings, not pantyhose. After his discovery, he found himself wondering every time she wore a dress or skirt, even to school meetings, if she wore panties or pantyhose. More then once the boyfriend saw him watching him, and would merely grin or wink as he did these things to his mother. The boyfriend always made sure his mother wasn't facing the doorway. Regardless of his emotions, the boy always ended up back in his bedroom, jerking off. One night while he waited for their arrival after a night of partying, there was a clatter at the door and it banged open. Holding up his giggling mother, her boyfriend pushed the door shut with his foot. Looking at the boy staring at them, he sheepishly grinned and said remind me never to let your mother drink tequila again! With effort, he managed to get the woman upstairs. Surprisingly he came down shortly afterwards. He explained to the boy that she was out cold and most likely would not be feeling well in the morning. After telling him he would call, to check on her in the morning he left. Curiously, the boy made his way up the stairs and to her bedroom. Peering into the door he saw her, still dressed but disheveled, Apparently the dead weight was too much for her boyfriend to bother undressing and he had left her there. His mother was lying on her side; her skirt pushed up slightly. Part of her bare ass was exposed, framed by the black garters, one leg cocked at an angle while the leg underneath was almost straight, giving him a view of her ass and part of her bare smooth pussy lips. Cautiously he moved closer, whispering to her a few times. There was no reply. Reaching out the boy touched the warm flesh of her thigh above her stockings. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure through him, as his cock twitched in his pants. He slid a finger along her thigh up to her crotch. She sighed, and he froze. Hearing nothing further, he began to graze her skin with one hand, while the other pushed his pants down and gripped his cock. Leaning closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin and he dared to brush his lips against her ass. He closed his eyes and stifled a groan, his finger rubbing harder between her legs. She was close enough to the edge of the bed that he could stand next to her and actually touch his cock against her ass. Rubbing it against her skin, the sensation overpowering any sense that might have otherwise stopped him, he pushed the bent leg out further, pushing her more on her stomach and exposing her pussy. Another soft groan as she wriggled her ass. He knew she wanted it, expected it, to be fucked. Pre-cum oozing from his cocks head was smeared onto her skin. His mind was overwhelmed at the possibilities before him, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. Bending over, his mouth began to trace the crack of her ass, moving down to her exposed pussy lips. Amazingly to him, her legs parted even further and she automatically pushed herself up slightly, giving him access to tongue her deeply. Here he was licking and tonguing his own mother and she was getting off on it. Groans pushed their way through her drunkenness. Sliding a finger inside her opening, he almost came at feeling her wetness. He knew he had to put his cock in there. He had to feel what it was like to fuck his mother. He had to feel what it was like just to fuck any pussy! Easing himself onto the bed, between her legs he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin against his. Pushing in deeper he felt more warmth and wetness as he neared her opening. She was so ready for him, not that it mattered at this point, because he was going to fuck her any way. Trying not to put all his weight on her as his hand guided his cock to her opening, for fear of making her aware of what was going on, his cock found it's target. With a cry he impaled her completely and rutted against her ass. Feeling her response drove him into a fast frenzy in and out of her pussy. In moments, he was spurting cum deep inside her. He was dizzy and lay on her back, his cock spasm inside her. Her light snoring brought him back to reality. Sliding off her, he rubbed the wetness from his cock against her thigh, looking down at his mother. Shakily he pulled a cover over her and made his way to the bathroom for a shower. Under the hot water, he thought about what he had just done, but assured himself, if she was aware that she was fucked, she would assume it was her boyfriend and she had been too drunk to really remember. The next day, surprisingly his mother was not hung over. If anything, she was chipper then usual after a night on the town. Her boyfriend called to check on her and they arranged to go out later. Her son sat there, wondering if he would have more opportunities to take his pleasure out on his mother. Over the course of weeks and months, he did have the opportunity a few more times. Her penchant for tequila was a stroke of luck for the boy. Some nights her boyfriend would talk her out of it, but other nights he let her choose. On those nights the boy got to relive that first experience, and added more. One memorable night, the boy found her passed out, flat on her back and sprawled with her legs open. Getting between her legs he started to lap at her pussy lips, sliding his tongue in between them, and finding her clit would flatten his tongue against it and press down on it, making his mother squirm against his face, while making soft whimpering noises that drove him wild. He had even managed to get his tongue into her opening and flicked it in and out. This made her grind her pussy hard against him, until her legs clamped around him and a flood of her cream burst into his mouth. He knew he had made his mother cum. As her legs relaxed, her breathing became heavier. Looking up at her, seeing her open mouth, residue of lipstick still covering them and he decided it was time for something else. Moving up on the bed he carefully straddled her and let his cock dangle at the opening of her mouth and slowly lowered it. Force of habit made her clamp her lips around it making him gasp at the new sensation. Slowly he pulled back and forth. Occasionally she would suck on it, but then lapse back into unconsciousness. That didn't matter because the sensation was still mind boggling to him. When he felt his cock twitching and his balls tightening he pulled back from her mouth and made his way down her body to push his cock inside her once more. His hands grabbed onto her tits as he lowered his head to suck on them, as his cock thrust in and out of her pussy. He would suck hard on the nipples, even grazing his teeth against them, making her body jerk beneath him. Pretending she was fucking him back, he quickly came in her again. Rising off her he would stay on his knees and look at her spread pussy, as his cum would begin to ooze out. Sometimes he would take a finger and push it back in. Slowly finger fucking the prone figure of his mother. One day he came home, and heard loud voices coming from her bedroom. He crept up the steps to hear what was going on. He recoiled as he heard his mothers boyfriend berating her, calling her names, telling her she was nothing but a cheap tramp, a whore, a slut, who couldn't keep her legs closed. Anger welled up in him, because he knew his mother was none of those. She'd been faithful to her boyfriend. More often then not she was with him, how could he possibly think she had time for anyone else? Hearing his mother protesting through her tears, he heard another, unmistakable sound. The sound of the slap reverberated through the hallway and the boy moved quickly to his mother's bedroom, ready to defend her. But the boyfriend brushed rudely past him, knocking him against the wall. The slamming of the front door echoing...followed by silence interrupted only by his mothers sobbing. Making his way to her he saw her sitting there, her hand on her reddened cheek. Asking his mother what was wrong, she could only mutter that he was gone. Her boyfriend had left her. Angrily her son explained that this was a good thing, as she shouldn't let anyone stay who would hit her. Shaking her head, she told him he didn't begin to understand. He took his mothers hand and put his arm around her, letting her sob. After a time, she finally took a deep breath. I don't know if you will understand this, but I will try to explain this to you. She glanced at him and looked away and announced that she was pregnant. A sharp intake of breath before he could muster up a comment about why is that such a big deal, since they were doing "it". His mind was reeling as she told him the rest of the story. The problem was her boyfriend had a vasectomy years ago and assumed he couldn't father a child, so concluded that she had been intimate with someone else. She implored her son to believe her, that perhaps something was wrong with his vasectomy. Her boyfriend had laughed at her when she made that statement to him, explaining that they do checks on the sperm count and his was at zero. There was no way this baby was his. In his head, the boy was totally panic-stricken. He had always assumed his mother was on the Pill or something, and that was the reason why he never saw them using a condom. Stammering the boy asked if maybe she wasn't actually pregnant. Shaking her head no, she explained that she had taken a home pregnancy test, which was positive, so she followed it up with her own doctor. There was no doubt that she was pregnant. In fact she was already over 3 months into it, because she thought at first perhaps it was her age that was causing her period not to come as well as some other changes. Hugging her tightly, he knew he had to tell her the truth. So haltingly, he began. He explained to his mother that she had been with someone else. She looked at him in utter confusion. NO she tried to say, but he put his fingers to her lips to silence her and let him finish. Beginning at his confusion over her behavior with her boyfriend, to the nights he watched them, and the conflict he felt with his emotions, he launched right into the description of his first night he fucked her. Explaining how beautiful he had found her and how wonderful it had been, that his only wish was that she would know, and respond to it other then in her drunken stupor. How often he had fantasized that she wanted him, that she wouldn't reject him as some sort of a pervert. Talking faster, he took her hand and placed in over his lap, showing her that even now he was aroused, that he constantly found her so enticing. Amidst apologies, he promised to take care of her, and not to let anything bad happen to her again. Declaring that he not only loved his mother, but also was in love with her. He turned to her and put his hand on her chin, making her face him. Leaning in he kissed his mother, and slid his tongue between her lips. He felt the moment of resistance give way to her need to be accepted, and he gently pushed her back onto the bed, sliding his hand between them he pushed her robe open and began to fondle her tits as her own tongue darted back over his. Moaning into her mouth, he moved over top of her, while pushing his pants down out of the way. Quickly his cock slipped between her open legs and he fucked her quickly and thoroughly, showing her his hunger for her, not wanting her to push him away. With relief, he felt her lift her legs up to allow him deeper penetration and groaned as he came too quickly. Turning red he apologized to his mother, promising that he can do better. She'd never condemn him, they each knew that now, as she pushed him off her and onto his back. Mother leaned down and engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking him back into full hardness. Later, as they lay naked in his mother's bed, he asked, jokingly, if they had a girl, they could name her Tequila. Feedback welcome and encouraged to: Ms_Patience@hotmail.comTequilamom