A woman who’s had a little too much to drink begins to tease her 13 year old son and more….


	I stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen of the piece of shit mobile home I was renting.  I wouldn’t have to rent this craphole if my worthless ex-husband would actually pay some child support.
	I opened the fridge and took out the 2 liter of Coke.  I set it on the counter while I got the rum out of the cabinet.  Grabbing some ice cubes from the freezer, I mixed my drink and took a sip.  Too much rum again but I was already buzzed so it didn’t matter.
	I put everything away and stopped, catching sight of my reflection in the window.  I’d put on a little weight recently, not too much, just enough for my belly to pouch out more than I’d like.   I wasn’t wearing a bra under my night shirt and I could see my tits sagged a little but, then, whose didn’t at forty-four?
	My hair was the best thing going for me right now.  It was still as blond as it had been when I was a kid and I never had to work at it.  Quite a few of my co-workers had told me how lucky I was to have such good hair.
	I sighed and took another sip of my drink.  It didn’t matter if everything was as good as it was when I was twenty; I was a single mother on the wrong side of thirty for most guys.
	I walked out to the front room to see what my son was doing.  Of course, Billy was on the sofa, playing Xbox.  With only one income the damn thing had been a really hard thing for me to afford but I got it for him.  He knew things were bad and he asked for so little that I just had to get it for him
	I stood watching him for a minute.  My ex had put me through hell before, during and after the divorce.  It had been so bad I’d wound up with nothing but my car and had to rent this crappy mobile home.  Even with all of that I’d go through it again a thousand times for my son.  He was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
	Billy pushed a button on his controller and set it down on the sofa. He stretched and twisted around.  He saw me and asked, “Hey, I thought you’d gone to bed?”
	I shook my head and said, “Nah, I was just watching TV and having a drink to relax.”
	He frowned and said, “Mom, I think you need to watch the drinking.”
	“I know but this is only my second one tonight so don’t worry,” I lied.  This had to be my fifth or sixth, I’d lost track.  I just didn’t want to upset him.  I loved him dearly but my thirteen year old son could get on a soap box and preach about the evils of too much drinking when he felt like it.
	“Okay,” he said, still watching me. “Do you want to watch some TV?  I’m done playing for tonight.”
	“Sure,” I said, walking over and joining him on the sofa.  He flicked through the channels while I sat watching him.  He was looking way too much like his father had when he was younger.  They had the same strong jaw and bright, blue eyes.  He had my small nose but the shaggy brown hair was all his father’s.
	“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.
	“I’m not looking at you,” I said.
	He snorted a laugh and said, “No, you’re staring at me.  How come?”
	I sighed and said, “Fine, I was looking at you.  You’re my son; can’t I look at you and take pride in you?”
	He laughed and said, “Sure. Just don’t stare.”
	I reached over and brushed his hair over his ear.
	“You really need to get a haircut,” I said.
	He shrugged and said, “It’s fine how it is.  Besides, chicks dig the do!”
	I felt tears sting my eyes.  He didn’t want to get it cut because we couldn’t afford it right now.  Something as cheap as a haircut and I just didn’t have the money.
	A small sob escaped my lips and he turned to look at me, his eyes wide.
	“Mom!  What’s wrong?”
	“I’m sorry I can’t do more for you.  I wish I was a better mother,” I cried.
	He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as the tears poured down my face.  I felt stupid for losing it like this.  I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been drinking but now it was too late.  The flood gates were open and my tears were pouring out of me.
	“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, kissing the top of my head.  “You’re a great mom.  You let me do so much and I know how much you’ve had to give up for me.  I’ll make it up to you.  I’ll do good in school, go to college and become a millionaire; then I’ll buy you all the things you had to give up for me.”
	He held me while I cried, letting all of the sadness and misery out of my system.  When the tears dried up, I leaned away from him and wiped my face on the arm of my t-shirt.  I looked over at him and saw how worried he was and nearly burst into tears again.  He shouldn’t be the one doing the worrying.  That was supposed to be my job.
	“Sorry,” I said.
	He shook his head and said, “You have nothing to be sorry about.  You need to vent or you’re going to explode.”
	“You’re such a good son, you know that?”
	“It comes from having such a cool mom,” he said.
	I laughed and said, “ I bet I don’t look cool right now!  More like scary old hag.”
	“Mo, you’re not old,” he said.  “And you’re still the prettiest girl I know.”
	I laughed and said, “Then maybe we should get your eyes checked.”
	“Seriously, you are,” he said.  “You have a smile that lights up a room.  You’re laugh always makes me smile.  You have that one skirt you ware that shows how hot your legs are.”
	“Billy!” I said, blushing a little from his flattery.  “You should not be talking about your mother’s legs like that.”
	“Why not?” he asked.  “You’ve got great legs and I know a lot of guys notice.”
	I blushed a little more and looked down.  I noticed my nightshirt was hiked up a little above my knee and I thought about tugging it down but didn’t.  I knew he was my son but it was nice to hear a man, any man, telling me I looked good.
	“And when we were at the store yesterday you had two guys really checking out your butt when you bent down to get the pasta sauce,” he said.
	I laughed, remembering exactly what he was talking about.
	“Yeah, and one of those guys was like sixty!” I said.  “Not exactly my type.”
	“Ah!” He said.  “You go for the younger guys, huh?  Are you a cradle robber, Mom?”
	I laughed again and slapped his arm playfully.  
	“Brat!” I said.
	“Damn right I am!” he said.  “But I got you to smile and that was the important part.”
	I leaned over and pulled him into my arms.  No matter how bad I felt he always managed to find a way to make me feel better.  I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before I leaned back.
	He made a face at me and I said, “I know. I know.  You’re thirteen and too old for kisses from Mommy.  I’m so sorry!”
	“Well, just this one time I’ll let it slide.  But we keep it a secret so I don’t lose any street cred,” he said.
	I saw him look down, his eyes go wide and he suddenly looked away.  I glanced down and saw my shirt had pulled up when I leaned over to hug him.  It was way up my thighs and I was sure he could see my panties from where he was sitting.
	I felt my face burn with a blush as I adjusted my nightshirt.
	“Oops,” I said.
	He snickered and said, “Oops is right.  Just showing it off for everyone to see there, Mom.”
	I felt my face burn with and even brighter blush.  I smacked his arm and said, “Billy!  You are such a brat. All you had to do was look away and not comment.”
	He laughed and said, “Sorry, Mom.  Next time you flash your legs I’ll just sit here quietly, okay?”
	I thought about what he’d said for a minute before asking, “You’d sit there while I’m flashing you a lot of leg?  Would you enjoy the view?”
	It was his turn to blush.
	“Mom!” He said.  
	“What?” I asked.  “You’re the one that said I have nice legs.  You could have been checking them out for longer if you hadn’t given yourself away.”
	He looked away from me and I knew he was blushing hard now. I should have just stopped right there but I was feeling good, from both his compliments and my drinks, so I decided to have a little more fun.
	I stood up and grabbed the edges of my nightshirt and started doing a little dance.  I pulled the nightshirt up above my knees and said, “Check out them old lady legs. Aren’t they hot?”
	He turned and stared at my legs as I goofed off.  I danced a little away from the sofa, pulling the nightshirt up a little more.  His eyes stayed with me as I danced in a little circle, pulling the nightshirt all the way up to mid-thigh.  I turned around so my back was facing him and yanked my nightshirt up.  I wiggled my ass at him and then dropped my nightshirt back down, laughing the whole time.
	I collapsed back onto the sofa and he sat shaking his head at me.
	“What?” I asked.
	“You’re a dork,” he said.
	“You’re just lucky I was wearing panties or I’d have blinded you with my big ass!”
	“Mom!” He said.  “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.  Maybe you should go to bed.”
	“Aww… Did I embarrass you?  I’m sorry, baby,” I said.  I had a bad habit of teasing a little too much.  Some part of my brain knew I should shut up but I was not listening to it.  “I’m a bad mommy, aren’t I? Maybe I need a spanking?”
	He stared at me, his jaw hanging open in shock.  I giggled and jumped back up off the couch.  I turned and shook my ass at him, saying, “Spank your bad mommy, Billy.  Spank her hard.”
	There was a loud crack when his had smacked against my ass.  I jumped and yelped, not expecting him to actually do it.  I spun around and saw he had a shocked look on his face.  It must have surprised him as much as it did me that he’d done it.
	We met each other’s eyes and stood there staring at one another for a long minute before we both started howling with laughter.  I flopped back onto the sofa, unable to keep my feet I was laughing so hard.  We shared a long laugh before I finally got myself under control and said, “Okay, maybe were having a little too much fun.”
	“Yeah,” he said, still giggling.
	I looked over at him and saw his eyes darting up and down me.  I looked down and, sure enough, my nightshirt was pulled up again and my thighs were showing.
	“Are you checking me out AGAIN?” I asked.
	He shrugged and said, “You’re the one showing them off AGAIN.”
	“Here, let me give you a better look,” I said, yanking my shirt up and exposing all of my legs to him.
	His eyes widened and he stared at my exposed legs.
	“Is that better or can I do something else for you?” I asked.
	He started to say something and then stopped.  I waited but he didn’t try again so I asked, “What were you going to say?”
	“Nothing,” he replied.
	“No, tell me.  I want to know,” I said.
	“Well, I was gonna say, since you’ve got your shirt pulled that high you may as well take it off.”
	“William Myers!” I snapped, completely surprised by what he’d said and just as surprised at the sudden flood of warmth coming from between my legs.  That sober part of my brain was screaming that I should stop but, yet again, I was not going to listen to it.
	“Sorry, Mom, I was just playing,” he mumbled.
	I shook my head and wiggled my finger reproachfully at him.  He looked away and I let him sit and think I really was mad for a minute before I asked, “And just what would you have done if I had have taken off my shirt, mister?”
	His head snapped up and he stared at me for a long time before answering.
	“I don’t know,” he said.
	“You know I’m not wearing a bra right now, don’t you?  That would have given you one hell of a show, huh?”
	He gulped and nodded his head.
	Without another word, I grabbed my night shirt and pulled it up over my head.  I dropped it on the floor and lay back on the sofa, doing nothing to hide my naked breasts from his sight.
	Somehow his eyes got wider and I was pretty sure he stopped breathing as his eyes wandered over my chest.  I felt that warmth between my legs getting hotter as I let him look at me.  
	“You can breathe now,” I said to him.  “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen tits before.  I know some of the places you go on the Internet.”
	His jaw worked and, after a couple of tries, he said, “But that’s on the Internet.  Yours are real.”
	“Completely real right down to the sag,” I said, cupping my breasts and lifting them a little.  I slid my hands up them, feeling little shivers as I touched my nipples and feeling that warmth between my legs getting much hotter.
	“What do they feel like?” He asked.
	I knew what he really wanted by asking that question.  I could see his need to touch them written all over his face.  That sober voice in my head started to speak but the other voice, the one of my growing need and desire, shouted an idea over the sober one.
	I grinned at him and asked, “Do you want to touch them?”
	His head nodded so fast I thought it was going to fall right off of his neck.
	I leaned towards him, jutting my chest out at him.  His hands came up and I could see them shaking with his excitement.  He reached for me but I grabbed both of his hands before he could touch me.
	“If you get to touch me, I get to touch something of yours too,” I whispered to him.
	He hesitated and a panicked look came over his face.  His eyes drifted back down to my breasts and his breathing grew more ragged as he sat there, the idea racing through his head.
	“Okay,” he whispered almost too low for me to hear.  “But I’m… With you naked it’s…”
	“Is you cock hard, baby?” I asked.
	His entire body shivered as I said the word cock.  He licked his lips and nodded to me.
	“That’s okay, honey, I’m so wet from how turned on I am right now,” I said.
	He just stared at me as I let go of his wrists.  He hesitated for a moment and I almost thought he was going to stop but, in the end, his need was as great as mine.  His hands cupped my breasts and I shuddered as his palms touched my sensitive nipples.  He slid his hands over my skin and rubbed every inch of the bare skin of my breasts.  He touched my nipples with his fingers, feeling how hard there were and grinned as I gasped from his touch.  
	“Pinch them,” I said.
	He looked up at me and then back down to my breasts.  He licked his lips again as he took my nipples between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch.
	I moan and said, “Harder.”
	He pinched them a little hard and my moan was much louder this time.  He pinched and released a couple of more times and I watched the grin that formed on his face from the power he had over me.
	I finally reached up and pulled his hands away.  He looked disappointed until I said, “My turn.”
	His look of disappointment turned to a look of panic.
	“We had a deal, mister,” I reminded him.
	Slowly, he got up off the sofa and pulled off his shirt.  I clapped and a little of his nervousness left and he actually cracked a smile.  He took a deep breath and then unbuttoned his shorts.  He yanked them down fast and I could see the very large bulge hidden behind his underwear.
	He didn’t waste any time with letting me look at that.  He grabbed the underwear and yanked them down, standing before me completely nude.
	I stared at his young, hard cock and was amazed at how big it already was.  He was even bigger than his father had been and he was only thirteen!
	He saw me staring at it and his shoulders slumped.  “It’s not very big, is it?”
	I felt my jaw fall open as I looked up at him.  I couldn’t help but laugh at how wrong he was.  He must have thought my laughter was at him so he bent down to grab his underwear.  I reached out and stopped him.
	“Honey, I’m not laughing at you. I promise!” I said.  “It’s just you don’t think that’s big and it’s a monster!  Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?”
	He looked at me a long time, trying to see if I was lying to him before he asked, “Is it really big?”
	I grinned at him.  Typical man, all worried if he measures up.
	“Yes, it is big,” I said.  “In fact, it’s bigger than your dad’s.”
	He looked at me in amazement and the he stood up straight again.  I could see my words had done wonders for his young ego!
	“Now, come closer so I can touch it,” I said.
	He stood in front of me, his cock just inches from me.  I reached forward slowly, looking up at him and enjoying the look of anticipation on his face.  I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock and he let out a moan.
	I stroked my hand up the rock hard shaft of his cock to the head of his shaft.  I rubbed my thumb under the head of his cock and he let out a loud groan and I was sure he was going to collapse.
	I stroked up and down his shaft, watching the look of absolute pleasure on his face.  A little drop of precum dribbled out of his cock and onto my hand as I touched him.  
	“Messy boy,” I said, leaning forward.
	I flicked my tongue against his cock, licking away the drop of precum.  He shuddered and I felt his cock jump in my hand.
	“Oh God!” He moaned.
	I looked up at him with a devilish grin.  “Liked that, didn’t you?”
	“Yes!” He gasped.
	I leaned forward again and licked his cock again.  He jumped again and I giggled, enjoying myself far too much.
	I parted my lips and slid the head of his cock into my mouth.  He had to put his hands on my shoulders to keep himself from falling as I sucked him.  I slid his cock deeper into my mouth, taking as much as I could.  I licked the bottom of his cock with my tongue while I stroked him
	I heard a change in his breathing and his hands gripped my shoulders tight.  I stroked him and slid my mouth up and down his cock fast.  His cock throbbed in my hand and I felt my son cum in my mouth.
	Load after hot load of his cum shot into my mouth.  He cried out again and again as he came for me.  I took each load of his cum, enjoying his salty taste before I swallowed it.
	His knees gave out and I let him slide to the floor.  He sat there panting, trying to catch his breath.  I sat and watched him with a very satisfied grin on my face. 
	“Did you enjoy your first blowjob?” I asked.
	He grinned and could only give me a thumbs up.  I laughed and looked him up and down.  The sober voice in my head was gone and all that was left was the nasty one telling me how good my naked son looked.
	A little cum dribbled out of his cock and down his shaft as I looked at him.
	“Uh oh,” I said.  “We don’t want a mess do we?”
	I slid off the couch and bent my head down to his cock.  I licked the cum off of the shaft, feeling his whole body jump as I licked him.  Once it was all gone, I looked up at him and asked, “Want to know a secret?”
	He nodded and I said, “I hardly ever did that for your dad.”
	“Why?” He asked.
	“He expected me to do it all the time,” I answered.  “You didn’t so you got a nice surprise.”
	“Very nice,” he said.
	“Be a good boy and you might get another one,” I said.
	He just stared at me, not sure what to do or say.  I laughed and got up.
	“I’ll be right back.  I have to brush my teeth,” I said.  I may have enjoyed the taste of his cum but that moment was quickly over. 
	I left him naked on the floor and went to my bathroom.  I brushed my teeth and then wandered out to my bed.  I sat down, thinking about what I’d done.  I’d give my own son head.  Something about the taboo nature of that made me giggle.
	I fell back on my bed, giggling my fool head off.  
	Sometime in the middle of giggling I must have passed out because, the next thing I knew, it was morning and my head felt like it was going to explode.
	I groaned and sat up which only made things worse.
	I sat there for a minute, wondering how much I’d had to drink last night.  It took a minute but I remembered.  I also remembered everything I’d done to Billy.
	I groaned again and fell back on the bed.  How was I going to face him this morning?  How could I ever look at him the same again?  I had done things no mother should do with her son.
	All through my shower and getting dressed I wondered what I was going to do.  I still had no answer when I walked out to the kitchen and found him there eating a bowl of cereal.
	We stared at each other a moment, last night’s events still fresh in our minds.
	“Hey,” he said.
	“Hey,” I said back.
	I poured myself a glass of water and got some aspirin.  I took the aspirin and stood there, my back to him.  What was I going to say?  I wished none of it had ever happened!
	Wait! That was it!
	“What happened last night?” I asked him.  “I was in my room and I think I came out here for another drink but I can’t remember a thing after that.”
	Looks of sadness and joy warred across his face before he finally said, “I don’t know.  You got a drink, said hit to me and then went back to your room.”
	“Huh,” I said.  “I must have fallen asleep watching TV or something.”
	“Yeah,” he said.
	He hurried through his breakfast and I tried to act normal. 
	When he was done with breakfast, he got up and said, “I’m gonna head over to John’s for a few, okay?”
	I nodded and said, “Just be back for dinner.”
	“I will,” he said and then was gone.
	I stood in the kitchen a long time, last night’s antics running through my head. Part of me felt dirty but another part wanted more.  That part vividly remembered the size and feel on my son’s cock.  That part wanted to feel his cock inside my pussy.
	I groaned and tried to force the thought from my head but it wouldn’t go.  I felt myself getting turned on at the thought of him riding me and sliding that hard cock deep into me.
	An idea formed in my head.  It was the alcohol’s fault.   I wasn’t responsible for what I did when I was drinking, especially if I couldn’t remember it.  Maybe tonight, after dinner and a few stiff drinks to loosen me up, we could play some more.
	
