It was a warm summer evening, and the family was gathered in our living room for a party. I was 18 years old, feeling both excited and nervous about the night ahead. As I looked around the room, I noticed my cousin Sammy, who was wearing a low-cut top, revealing her ample cleavage and tempting tits. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her throughout the night, as I tried to make small talk with her.
My mom, who was 48 years old and the life of the party, was in the kitchen with Aunt Sandra, both of them getting progressively more tipsy as the night went on. My dad, on the other hand, had been drinking heavily in the living room, and I could see the effects of the alcohol starting to take hold. He was becoming more boisterous and careless with his words, and I knew that something was bound to happen.
As the night wore on, I found myself talking to Sammy again, trying to keep up with her flirtatious banter. My dad stumbled over to us, slurring his words and swaying slightly. He leaned in close to me and whispered, “I’m going out for a bit, and don’t tell your mom, okay? I’ll be back later.” He winked at me, and I could tell that he was up to no good.
I nodded in agreement, feeling a mix of concern and curiosity about what he was planning. I knew that my dad had a history of cheating on my mom, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to meet someone else tonight.
As the party continued, I found myself growing more and more tired. The combination of the warm evening, the loud music, and the alcohol was starting to take its toll on me. I decided to call it a night and head to my room to get some rest.
When I reached my bedroom, I found it occupied by my aunt Marie and uncle John, who were fast asleep in my bed. I was too tired to find another place to sleep, so I decided to take a chance and sneak into my parents’ room. I stripped down to my boxers and crawled into their bed, hoping that they wouldn’t notice my presence.
I lay there for a while, feeling the warmth of the sheets and the comforting weight of my parents’ mattress. As I started to drift off to sleep, I was awoken by the sound of my mom’s voice in the darkness.
“What… a night honey,” she slurred, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol. I froze, unsure of what to do. I knew that it was wrong to pretend to be my dad, but I also didn’t want to reveal my presence and cause a scene.
I decided to play along, hoping that she would fall asleep soon and I could sneak back to my own room. She climbed into the bed, and I could feel her weight shift as she settled in beside me. She was wearing a thin t-shirt, and I could feel the warmth of her body radiating towards me. I held my breath, waiting to see what she would do next.
“I left my knickers off, honey,” she murmured, reaching out to touch my arm. I stiffened, unsure of how to react. She moved closer, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear.
“I want your cock so bad,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I was deceiving her, but I couldn’t bring myself to reveal the truth.
She shifted again, and I felt her hand move down my chest, towards my boxers. I held my breath, unsure of what to do. Her fingers grazed the fabric, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I tried to stay still, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as she began to stroke my cock through the thin material.
“You feel so good, honey,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. I could feel her hand moving more confidently now, her fingers exploring the shape of my cock. I knew that I should stop her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
She pulled my boxers down, and I felt her warm hand wrap around my cock. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as she began to stroke me slowly, her hand moving up and down in a rhythmic motion.
“I missed this, we haven’t fucked in a while,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. I felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that I was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure that was coursing through my body.
She leaned down, her breath hot against my skin as she took my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling around the tip, her lips sliding up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her mouth on my cock.
She began to suck harder, her hand still stroking my cock in time with her mouth. I could feel the pressure building inside me, and I knew that I was close to coming. I tried to hold back, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as she continued to suck me harder and faster. She suddenly pulled back, “let me ride you honey.”
I froze as she straddled me, positioning my cock at her entrance. She sank down onto me, letting out a low moan as I filled her completely. I couldn’t believe this was happening, my own mother riding me like this. But the sensations were too intense, too pleasurable to stop now.
She began to move on top of me, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. I could feel her tight heat enveloping my cock, squeezing me with each downward motion. My hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as I guided her movements.
“You feel different honey, Ahh Alan,” she panted, her breasts bouncing with each thrust her pussy felt really good. “So big and hard.”
A switch flipped inside of me, this felt so good. I flipped her over so I was on top of her with my dick still inside her and I started to really give her my dick.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. I began to thrust into her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm as I lost myself in the sensation of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I could hear her moans growing louder, more urgent with each thrust.
“Oh, Alan, yes!” she cried out dads name, her fingers digging into my back, if only she knew it was me, ‘Keith’ her son. “Fuck me harder, baby!”
I felt a wave of shame wash over me, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. I continued to thrust into her, my hips moving faster now, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. I could feel her tight pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew that she was close to climax.
I reached down, my fingers finding her hairy clit. I began to rub it in slow circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. She cried out, her body trembling beneath me as she reached the edge of her orgasm. I could feel my own climax building, my cock swelling inside her. I knew that I was close, so close.
“Oh, Alan, I’m going to come!” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to me. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, her muscles contracting in a series of powerful spasms. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm exploding through me in a rush of heat and pleasure. I groaned, my hips bucking as I pumped my seed deep inside her.
We lay there for a moment, panting and spent, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel her heart racing beneath my hand, her breath hot against my neck. I knew that I had betrayed her, that I had taken advantage of her vulnerability, but the pleasure had been too intense to resist.
I slowly pulled out of her, my cock sliding free with a wet squelch. I lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing with guilt and shame. I knew that I had to leave, that I couldn’t face her in the morning.
I slipped out of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I grabbed my clothes, dressing quickly and quietly. I paused at the door, my hand on the knob, my mind filled with a thousand conflicting emotions. I went to sleep on the couch in the living room downstairs.
The next morning I woke up to mom in the kitchen, “Morning sleepy head.”
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. “Morning mom,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite the lingering guilt and shame from the night before. I could still feel the warmth of her body on mine, the taste of her on my lips. She poured me a cup of coffee, handing it to me with a smile.
“Sleep well, sweetie?” she asked, her voice light and innocent. I nodded, taking a sip of the hot liquid to buy some time.
I took another sip of my coffee, trying to gather my thoughts. “Yeah, mom, I slept great,” I lied, forcing a smile onto my face. “How about you?”
She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Oh, I slept alright,” she said, her voice low and playful.
“Alright then,” I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the heavy weight of the previous night’s events. I took another sip of my coffee, my mind racing with thoughts of what had happened.
“Your dad must have been up early and gone to work, not sure where he gets his energy,” mom said as she sat beside me with her coffee.
I chuckled, trying to play along. “Yeah, Dad always seems to have a boundless energy, doesn’t he?”
“So, what’s on the agenda for today? Any big plans?” I asked, trying to sound casual and nonchalant. Mom shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Not much, just the usual chores and errands. You know, the never-ending cycle of household work,” she said with a sigh. “Why don’t you help me out with some of it? I could use an extra pair of hands around here.” I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
“Sure mom, I can help out,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. “What do you need me to do?
As we began to tackle the household chores, my mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous night. I couldn’t believe what had happened, couldn’t comprehend how I had let things go so far. Every time I caught a glimpse of mom in her tight shorts or tank tops, I felt a pang of guilt and desire. We worked in silence for a while, the only sound being the hum of the vacuum cleaner and the clatter of dishes in the sink. I couldn’t shake the image of mom’s face as she came, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as I thrust into her. I felt a stirring in my pants, and I quickly excused myself, claiming I needed to use the bathroom. Once alone, I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I splashed some cold water on my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with me? How could I have let this happen?