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We woke up in roughly the same position. Still cuddling not my mom and my cock was rock hard. We weren't pressed together as tightly, however, and she'd moved away from my dick.

I felt her waking up, and I started to move away from her but my arm was locked down underneath her neck and I knew there was no easy way out. She yawned, and wiggled her ass back into my morning wood. We were both awake, but it was apparent neither of us wanted to talk about it.

She exhaled loudly, and finally spoke, "Are you alright, honey?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I'm great." I didn't want to sound like a creep but what was I supposed to say?

She pulled herself away from me and sat up on the edge of the bed, with her arms covering her breasts.

"I'm so sorry..." she whispered, before darting into the bathroom and slamming the door. Yep, she's regretting it, I thought, even though we hadn't really done anything.

I went to my bathroom, turned the shower on, and jacked off. I sat in the shower for a while afterwards, just trying to wrap my head around what had happened. When I got out of the bathroom, I could smell bacon cooking. My spirits lifted a little because if she was cooking for me, maybe she didn't hate me.

"Morning baby," not my mom said quietly when I walked into the kitchen. I sat down, and she placed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

"I need to talk to you before Alli gets home... we need to talk." She wasn't eating, but instead looking straight ahead at me. I shrugged.

"I crossed a line, Caleb. I'm sorry. I was drunk, and I miss your father. I miss having a husband. When we talked about you sleeping in my room, this is what I was afraid of. You're not my son, Caleb. I got drunk and I took advantage of you."

What the hell? She really thinks she took advantage of me?

"Mom, no. No you didn't... it's okay." I wanted to tell her it was more than okay, that I didn't mind, that I wanted more, but I was scared of her reaction.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Fuck, but I wanted it to!

"But... not mom... I like it. I... like you." I braced myself for her words. I didn't want her to call me a freak, I didn't know what to do. Then I remembered, the t-shirt.

"And... I know you like it, too. Because I saw you put your shirt on, and then you said my name, and then you took it off again, mom, I know you like it too."

Her face twisted up into shock, "You were awake?!" I had her. I knew it. She couldn't deny that, I knew she was awake, and I know she said my name. I smiled and shook my head yes.

"Why, though? Why didn't you answer me when I asked you why you were in there?"

I shrugged, unsure of how to answer appropriately. I said I didn't know.

"That's it, Caleb. You don't know, you're too young to know. I feel like a monster."

"You're not a monster, mom. I do know, and I know that I like it, and so do you."

I stood up and hugged her, I felt awful, like she was blaming herself for everything. I didn't want her to think she was a monster or that she was hurting me, but I didn't know how to prove it.

I stood there holding her, until the front door slammed and I knew Alli was home. We quickly broke apart, and before Alli entered the kitchen, my mom glared up at me and said, "Not a fucking word to your sister." I nodded like I understood.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. My not mom demanded that Alli stay home for the rest of the day, and I kind of figured it was to put distance between her and myself. We ate dinner together, and my mom suggested we watch a movie together. I liked my sister, and while I did enjoy spending time with her, we weren't that close and rarely did anything just the two of us. So, it was nice spending a night with just my mom and Alli. We decided against a movie, and ended up playing Monopoly until one or so in the morning. Alli started looking sleepy, and announced she was going to bed. That left my mom and I alone, on the floor, in the living room. We were quiet for a few minutes.

"Caleb, come outside with me," she asked. We stood up and went to the back porch.

My mom lit a cigarette and sat down in one of the patio chairs. I knew she was upset, because she never smoked much anymore. The last time I had seen her smoking was when my father was moving out, so I was worried.

"I can't stop thinking about this morning, and last night... before I say anything, tell me the truth, what do you want from me?" She glared up at me, the porch light reflecting in her eyes. Right then, I wanted to kiss her.

"I don't know..." I whispered.

"You have to know, Caleb. You have to be sure. I'm not going to do, or allow anything to happen, unless I know what you want. Exactly what you want."

That was tough, because while I knew I wanted her, I didn't know what all I wanted to go with that. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to have sex with her. I wanted to feel her underneath me when I came. But how do you say that to not your mother?

"I want you," I whispered again, but it came out strained and awkward.

She asked me to sit down next to her, and flooded me with a series of questions. Was I attracted to her? Did I want to have sex with her? Did I love her as more than a mother? Was I sure? All of my answers came out in nods or quiet yes's, and it felt so foreign to have my mother asking me these things. Finally, she lit another cigarette and put her hand in my lap.

"Okay. Okay, baby." She squeezed my leg, and smiled.

"You're still not my son, and that can't, and won't change, understand? I need to think about this, honey. I need to think about where I'm drawing lines."

I nodded. We stood up, and she pulled me into her arms, and for the first time, she stood up on her tippy-toes and kissed me, hard on the mouth. I pulled her into me, pressing my cock against her like I'd attempted to do so many times, and she only squeezed me tighter. She told me goodnight, and went to her room.

I went to my room, and jacked off, and I was louder than normal. I was a little afraid Alli would hear me but I figured she was long asleep. If my mom heard it, good, I wanted her to.

The next morning, my mom allowed Alli to go out with some of her friends. Most of her friends lived in our neighborhood so my mom always knew where she was. We sat down in the living room together, but my mom didn't sit close to me.

"Okay. If we do this, if we do anything... this is how it has to be, okay Caleb? Do you understand that?"

I said yes. She started explaining.

"If you sleep in my room, Alli cannot be home. Alli cannot, absolutely under any circumstances, ever find out about anything. Ever. What you and your sister do is not my business, but this always stays between us. Clear?"

I said yes again.

"This happens slowly, understand? I know how you feel but I'm not entirely sure I know how I feel. I have to figure that out, alright? You can sleep in my bed and you can sleep naked. You can kiss me, and you can touch me, but only in my room. Nothing can happen outside of my bedroom, do you understand that?"

I nodded. Kissing and touching, that's all? I wanted more than that, but I didn't want to push her limits and I certainly didn't want her hitting the brakes and putting a complete stop to it. I’d have to think of something else. Then, however, I wasn’t sure what to say. It was happening faster than I had even thought it would and it was blowing my mind that she was actually willing to let me touch her. Or that she even wanted me to touch her.

I asked if that was all, and she was silent for a few minutes. “No…” she sighed, and looked down at the floor. “You have to initiate this, Caleb… I can’t. I can’t initiate anything, never again. If this happens, it has to be because you want it to happen, because I can’t handle feeling like I’m m*****ing not my own son.”

As much as I had always wanted to pin her down, kiss her neck, fuck her, I was still young, and not exactly a magician with the ladies. I had asked girls out, and somehow convinced them I was worth sleeping with, but my mom was in an entirely different league. Could I really put the moves on her, would I really have the courage to initiate anything with her? I wasn’t sure, but damn if I wasn’t going to try.

I stood up and walked over to her. I got down on my knees in front of her and hugged her. She sounded like she was close to crying, and I started feeling guilty, but I was still a horny k**. I pulled back from her and started kissing her. At first, she barely kissed me back, but slowly started kissing me harder. Her lips tasted so good… like spearmint. Not surprising considering she applied Chap Stick all the time.

I held her in my arms, kissing her, until I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Fuck, that feeling. Every so often her tongue would flick against my tips, and I’d mimic her actions. I probably could have came just from that, but she had only said kissing and touching. I wondered if that meant I could touch myself, but I refrained from it.

She pushed me down on the floor, and half straddled me. She was rubbing herself on my cock, but our clothes unfortunately stayed on. We lay there for probably 45 minutes, kissing, with my hands attempting to explore every part of her body. She’d stop me before I went under clothes, though, and she didn’t touch me anywhere except for my chest.

My not mom leaned up, and pulled away from me, “Really, Caleb? What did I just get done saying?” She was giggling a little, but was very much serious.

I thought I was in trouble, so I shrugged my shoulders, “What did I do wrong?” I asked.

“Bedroom only. This doesn’t look like my bedroom.” She laughed again and fell back into my arms. Her hair smelled so good, to this day the smell of coconut gives me a chubby. I laughed too, and apologized. Feeling cocky, and thinking with my cock, I suggested we go to the bedroom.

“Mmm… maybe…” she mumbled, and then got back up. She glanced toward the clock in the living room, and sighed. “Your sister should be home soon… remember what I said, Caleb. I’m sorry.”

I felt let down while still being hard and horny. She looked back down at me; I was still lying on the floor, propped up by my elbows. Her eyes flicked toward my boner, and she smiled, but not like she usually did. It was sexy, seductive, and naughty…

“You should probably take care of that,” and then she winked at me. My not mom took off to her bedroom and I heard the door shut. I got up, but curiosity got the better of me, and I went to her door. I could hear her moving stuff around, and then finally heard her moaning and the sound of soft buzzing. I knew exactly what she was doing, and I was dying to do it for her. She had rules, though, and I had to follow them. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, and started jacking off with my ear pressed against the door. She sounded so hot, her little whimpers and moans sounding better than anything I’d heard in porn before.

I darted off to the bathroom to finish myself, and Alli was walking through the door when I came out.

“Where’s mom?” she asked. I told her I thought she was taking a shower, and shortly after my mom walked out of her bedroom. Her face was red and flushed, and she was still trembling a little. I wondered if her orgasm was as good as mine had been, and figured it was.

That night, I slept in my own bed, and mom slept in hers. I longed to be next to her, but I had to stick to her guidelines. I didn’t want to fuck it up. But, Alli made it extremely difficult.

Fortunately, since it was summer, Alli spent a lot of time out of the house, yet I still had work and so did our mom. A week or so had passed since my mother laid down the law, and I was getting anxious. I would have done just about anything to get Alli out of the house, but of course I couldn’t tell her why. The day finally came when Allison asked mom over dinner if she could go to the beach with her friends for a few days. My mom was hesitant at first, and pretty much said no right off the bat, but Alli was persistent and explained that her friends’ parents would be there, and that she only needed enough money for food. She guilt-tripped her enough until my mom finally agreed. Two days later, Alli was gone, and would stay gone for 4 nights.

The first day she was gone, I came home to my mom watching TV in her bedroom. She called me into her room and asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I got naked except for my boxers and climbed in bed with her. Before long, she was in my arms, but still wearing her nightgown. It was impossible for me to pay attention to the movie, and I looked for every excuse I could to touch her or kiss her.

I started slow, kissing her neck, and gently touching her breasts with my fingers. She wasn’t paying me much attention at first, until she finally asked, “You don’t really want to watch the movie, do you?” I told her no that I’d rather just lay there with her and she shut the TV off. She snuggled into me, kissing my chest, or my mouth. I’d made sure my boxers were unbuttoned so my dick would occasionally pop out, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. I slid my hand up her gown, and cupped her breasts, while rubbing her nipples with my thumb. Like I said, I wasn’t exactly experienced but I did know that girls like their nipples to be played with for the most part. Her nails were digging into my back while I rubbed them, so I figured that was a good sign.

“Harder,” she moaned into my mouth, “squeeze them a little harder.” And I did.

Before long, I had her gown all the way up, but she still had her panties on. I asked her to take her gown off, and she hesitated, but slipped it over her head and threw it on the floor. I pulled her back into me, to where she was almost laying on top of me. My boxers were getting wet from the pre-cum and I was sort of embarrassed for her to feel it if she got close enough.

I rubbed my hands down her stomach, until I got to her panties. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs, but over her underwear. She was soaking wet, and started rubbing herself back and forth on my hand, while my fingers slightly pushed into her.

“Can you… take those off, too?” I asked, tugging on the outer edge of her panties.

“Uhhm… I don’t think so baby, not yet,” and she then went back to kissing me.

I decided to listen to her rules, and take initiative. Nervous as hell, and terrified of her reaction, I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock, over my boxers. She didn’t move her hand at first, and broke away from me. “Are you sure?” she asked, looking as nervous as I felt. I said yeah, and started kissing her neck. She started grinding on my hand again, and then slowly started stroking my cock, but didn’t pull my boxers down.

My hand was wet, and I knew if she kept jerking me, I’d cum soon, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I certainly didn’t want to ask her, but I didn’t want her to freak out if I came in my boxers, and it felt like such a shitty thing to do anyway.

I knocked her hand away from my cock, and she asked if everything was okay, and I said I didn’t want to cum. “It’s okay, baby, really,” she reassured me and went back to stroking me.

“I don’t wanna… you know, I don’t wanna do it in my underwear,” I said, awkwardly. She smiled and nodded, and then, before I could even think, she pulled my cock out of my boxers and into her warm, soft hand. The feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock sent fireworks through my body. I tried to slip my hand into her underwear but she said no, and scooted away from me.

She kept kissing me, and jerking me off. One hand was wrapped around my cock and the other was still digging into my side. Every few seconds, she’d wipe one of her fingers over the head of my cock, and use the pre-cum to almost lube me up. A few minutes passed, and I started cumming. I shuddered, and damn near blacked out. I looked down to see my cum shooting out, trickling down my cock and all over not my mothers hand. My heart was pounding. My mom sat up, and used her other hand to wipe up the cum that had landed on my stomach and the sheets. My cum was all over her hand, and I wanted to see her lick it off, or something, but she didn’t. Instead, she leaned over the edge of the bed and wiped it on the gown she’d taken off.

My not mom lay back down on the bed, but instead of coming to cuddle with me, she laid on her back, without saying anything.

We lay there for probably 30 minutes, neither of us talking. I was still coming down off my orgasm high and processing everything. I couldn’t believe my mom had made me cum, and I couldn’t believe she’d basically humped my hand. I started feeling bad, and thought maybe she was upset that I didn’t get her off, too. I didn’t know what to do.

I leaned over and put my hand on her stomach, and kissed her again. She didn’t really kiss me back or put any effort into it.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, kind of hurt. She exhaled sharply, and looked over at me.

“No, honey… I just need some time to think, okay? I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, not at all. Don’t think that, Caleb.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, either…” I whispered, in a pleading tone, hoping she wasn’t hating herself either.

“I know, baby. Let’s just go to sleep. I love you, Caleb. I love you with my whole heart.”

She snuggled back into me, and for the first time, I felt it. I was starting to fall in love with not my mother, and that thought sent shivers up my spine.

At some point through the night, I had shed my boxers and upon waking, realized not only was I entirely naked, but also my mother was gone. The bathroom door was wide open, so figuring she must be in the kitchen or living room, I put my boxers back on and headed toward the kitchen.

“Mom?” I half yelled, only to receive no response.

My eyes glanced around the kitchen, finally landing on a sheet of computer paper taped to the back door.

“Needed a few things. Leftovers in fridge. Be back soon.
Love you, mom.”

Soon? I wondered how long that would be, since I had no idea when she’d actually left. I grabbed the bowl of spaghetti out of the fridge, and sat down on the couch. If my mom were home, she’d have bitched about me eating cold spaghetti and how it was “a dish best served warm,” but she wasn’t, and that made me sad.

About forty-five minutes passed before the house phone started ringing. The caller ID confirmed it was my mother’s cell phone. She informed me she was at the grocery store, had been to the pharmacy, and would be home in about an hour. After confirming I didn’t need anything and that I hadn’t died or choked on my spaghetti, we hung up.

I sat on the couch analyzing the night before. Part of me felt like it had been a dream, but the gown lying beside not my mother’s bed proved that it wasn’t. So many thoughts ran through my head, but the biggest one… was I really in love with not my mother? Could that even be possible? It was more than a crush, which much was certain. Fear slid into me, making my chest tight and my stomach hurt. I had only a vague idea of what love was, true love, so what if I was wrong? What if I wasn’t?

When her car pulled up, I felt more nervous than I had in my entire life, but I was also hard as hell and dying to see her. I rushed out to help her with the groceries. After everything was in the house and the cold items put in the fridge, my mom asked what my plans were for the rest of the day. Like nothing had happened the night before. Like she hadn’t stroked my cock to completion, and I hadn’t cummed all over her hand.

“Nothing really… I was supposed to hang out with Becca, but I haven’t heard from her,” I answered, curious as to how she’d react to the mention of my ex-girlfriend.

“Becca? Becca? You’re still seeing her?” My mothers face twisted, and her lips tightened. I just nodded.

“Look, Caleb. What happened last night, it can’t happen if you’re dating someone. That isn’t fair. You’re not your father, and I didn’t raise you to act that way.”

“No, I know, I mean… well, we’re not dating. She said she wanted to get together, but we’re not going out or anything. Her parents hate me anyways.”

My mom shook her head, and gave me the “I know you’re lying” face.

“The only reason I agreed to this was because I thought you’d broken up with her. I thought… well, I know how teenage boys are. And I know how single, middle aged women are, too. It… this was stupid, and I’m sorry.

She grabbed a cigarette out of her purse and went outside. I had done something wrong, I had fucked up, and she was blaming herself. It sucked, but she was right. I had no idea how to solve a 40 year old woman’s emotional problems. Fuck.

I followed her outside. She had her arms crossed and her feet up in another patio chair.

“Mom… I’m not going to cheat on you…” I whispered, hoping that was the words she wanted to hear.

“What? No. No. That’s not what I meant, at all.” She looked up at me with confusion, and took a drag off her cigarette.

“It’s not fair to Becca, or any girl you’re dating. It’s just wrong. It doesn’t matter who I am. You don’t cheat on people and you don’t hurt them. And I’m cheating you out of a real relationship, or real experiences by expecting you to follow all my rules.”

I wanted to tell her I would spend my entire life missing out on real experiences and relationships if it meant she’d be the one making me cum. Becca was hot, but she was shit in bed, and her Bible-thumping parents had convinced her that putting a penis in her mouth guaranteed her a nice, scalding hot place in Hell.

“This is why I wanted to think. I wanted to make sure I’d covered everything but apparently, I didn’t.”

“But… mom… fine. I don’t want to date anyone. I was just going to hang out with her; she’s not my girlfriend, seriously. And I don’t want to date her again.”

I walked over to my mom and put my arms around her. She accepted it, and started kissing me. We made our way into the living room, and fell to the floor, still kissing each other.

“Rules?” I asked, and she laughed.

“Hmmm… Alli isn’t home, I’ll make an exception.”

She pulled my shirt over my head and started kissing my chest, but wouldn’t let me undress her. After teasing and groping her over her clothes, I finally asked if she could take them off.

“Fine. But you can’t take my underwear off, okay?”

I happily agreed, because her gorgeous tits made up for it. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a white lacy bra. She unhooked it, and leaned back to take her pants off. Her panties were a tan-nude color, bikini cut.

She straddled me, and I moved farther down under her, so that her breasts were in my face. I started sucking on one nipple, while squeezing the other like she’d told me to do.

“Can I take my pants off?” I asked, unsure if that was pushing it too far, but hell, she had hers off.

“Mhmmm, of course honey,” she whispered, before sliding down me and unbuttoning my shorts. She unzipped me, and then slowly worked them down to my ankles. I kicked them the rest of the way off, and pulled her back on top of me.

She bared down with her hips, to where she was grinding on my cock. I knew she was soaking wet, because my boxers were starting to get wet as well. She moved off of me, and nestled into my side. She lifted one leg over me, so that her thigh was only a few inches away from my dick. She started sucking on my neck, while I continued rubbing her nipples.

I worked my hands down her body until I was right at her panty line on her stomach. She said I couldn’t take them off but not that I couldn’t go under them. I was dying to feel her slit and push my fingers into her. I slipped a few fingers into her panties, and at first, she moaned and rocked her hips closer to me. I could feel her pubic hair; she was trimmed, but not completely shaven. I ran my fingers over the hair, but before I could go any lower, she swatted me and sat up.

“No,” she said sternly. I asked why not, and she shook her head back and forth.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her, but she continued shaking her head.

“I want to, though…”

She looked at me, and I knew that she wanted me to also, but I didn’t know why she wouldn’t let me.

“We can’t have sex, Caleb.”

I told her I knew that, but deep down I was hopeful, and pretty much knew one day she’d probably give in, but at that time, I wanted to take it as slow as she’d let me.

“We’re not gonna have sex… it’s cool, really, we won’t.”

Reluctantly, she leaned back again and pulled her panties off. I have never wanted to bury my head between a woman’s legs as I did right then. I could see how wet she was, I didn’t even have to touch her. She grabbed my hand, and scooted herself forward onto it. She humped my hand for a few seconds. I worked up the courage, and slowly slipped a finger inside of her. Her eyes opened, and she let out a loud moan, and quickly started tonguing my mouth with hers.

“More, use more, baby,” she moaned, and I slipped two more fingers inside of her, slightly curling them like one of my ex’s had shown me. She bucked onto my hand, and I could feel her juices sliding down my hand.

Before I could make her cum, she backed off my hand and straddled me again. My cock was pressed tightly between her pussy lips, and she slowly started grinding on me, carefully making sure I didn’t slip into her.

Then, she got off of me, and asked me to lie on my side. I did, and she laid on hers, facing away from me.

“Do not go inside me, okay?”

I didn’t respond, but watched as she backed up onto my cock, again making sure I didn’t slide into her. She squeezed her legs tight, and started sliding back and forth.

My mom stuck one of her hands between her legs, and every time my cock would slide forward, I’d feel it and knew she was rubbing her clit.

Her wetness, combined with how tight she was squeezing her legs, was making it too easy for me to cum.

“Mom… mom… fuck, mom,” I moaned. I buried my face into her neck and felt her whole body tighten up.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay…” she moaned back, and started moving her hips with mine. It took everything in me not to change my angle and fuck the hell out of her, but I knew I couldn’t.

I had my arms wrapped around her, but it was hard to focus on anything except what was happening to my dick. I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer, but I wanted her to cum too. I started doing algebra in my head trying to distract myself, but it wasn’t doing any good. Not with my moms pussy lips wrapped around my cock. She was so fucking wet, and I wanted to know if she could get any wetter.

Finally, I felt her bite gently into my arm. Her legs tightened even harder, and she started shaking. I lost it, and started cumming between her legs. I could feel her fingers still working her clit, as we lay there, both shaking.

“Hold me,” she whispered, and I hugged her tighter. My cock was still between her legs, twitching from my orgasm.

“Oh my god, Caleb, oh my god,” she moaned. Her entire body was warm and she was still shaking slightly. Eventually, she flipped back over and snuggled into my chest, kissing it as she did so. She wrapped her arms around me, and then her legs, so that my cock was pressed into her pubes.

I suddenly started wondering if she could get pregnant, and if she needed to go clean herself off.

“Did I get you pregnant?” I asked, stupidly. She laughed and kissed me, then said not to worry about it, she’d had her tubes tied after my sister was born.

We laid there naked for what felt like hours, until we fell asleep. By the time we woke up, it was almost dark.

“Let’s go out tonight, hmm?” my mom asked as we were putting our clothes back on.

“Why?”

“It’d be fun! How’s Mexican sound?”

“Sounds fine, but we can have fun here, too…” I said, though trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Well, as much as I know you’d love to stay here, I’d like for us to go out. Just the two of us, since Alli’s gone. I never get out much anymore anyway.”

I agreed, and soon we were heading to a Mexican restaurant downtown. Once we were seated, my mom laughed and announced I would be driving us home, as she ordered a large margarita. She ended up having three, and was hammered by the time we left. I helped her to the car, buckled her in, and started to head home.

“No no no no… no home, not yet.” She mumbled. drunk chicks usually annoyed me, and I thought it was pretty unattractive, but my mom was different. Maybe because she was older, but it was always kind of cute when she let loose a bit.

“Where to then, drunky?”

“I dunno. Bowling. Putt-putt. Somewhere, anywhere, let’s go.”

“Mom… we’re not going bowling, you’re drunk.”

She huffed a little, and then a smirk came across her face.

“Think you can go again?” She asked, with a wink.

“Go again where? Food? I’m not hungry.”

“No, no… hypo… thetic… ally…” she slurred, “could you go again?” This time, she reached over the center console and grabbed my cock.

“Uh, ya… pretty certain I could definitely do that again.”

Almost instantly, I was hard.

“There,” she said, as she pointed to a road up ahead. I turned down it, and after a few feet it turned to gravel and dirt, but I kept going.

“Where the hell are we going? Can we go back home?” I asked. She shook her head no, and giggled again.

About a mile down the road, my headlights hit a metal gate with a “No Trespassing” sign hanging on it. I stopped the car and put it in park.

“Now what?”

“Shhh, this is good, mhmm…” she slurred again, but was giggling this time. She licked her lips and reached back over to my cock.

“Take it out.”

“Seriously? Here?” I was confused. Just a few hours earlier, my mom was telling me to stick to the rules, and here she was breaking them. She just nodded, with this naughty look in her eyes. Oh yeah, she was drunk.

“Do you not want me to?”

I shook my head, yes, that I did, very much so.

She leaned over the console and started unzipping me. She pulled my pants and boxers down, and my dick popped out, hard and ready for attention.

I assumed she was just going to jack me off, but her head dipped down and I met the greatest feeling in the world. I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock, and suddenly she shifted downward and took it all into her mouth. She sucked up and down my cock, pressing her tongue hard against the side of my shaft as she did. I placed my hand on top of her head, and she bobbed her head up and down a little, indicating it was a good move on my part.

She gently gripped my balls with one of her hands. No one had ever done that before, most girls thought balls were gross and refused to go near them. Not my mom. She alternated between sucking hard and fast, until she picked a rhythm somewhere in between and stuck to it. Not even a little embarrassed to admit this, but I only lasted about three minutes.

My eyes rolled back into my head, my balls tightened while she continued to massage them, and I started pumping my cum into her mouth. The first squirt, she seemed shocked by, but slid her mouth all the way down my cock until it felt like I was cumming into her throat. My grip tightened on her hair, and she wiggled her ass a little.

When I was done, she sat back into her seat, and wiped her mouth.

“Mmm… yeah, no more junk food for you.”

I was too out of it to care what she’d just said, my cock was still throbbing and little bits of cum still leaking out. She turned on the overhead light and looked down at my crotch. She used a finger and wiped the remaining cum off of me, and wiped it on her pants leg.

I was dazed, it took me a few minutes before coming back down to reality and realizing I still had to operate a vehicle until we got home.

“Holy shit… um… thanks… for that.” I said, shakily.

She laughed and said it was no problem, and told me to drive home. Even drunk, she still remembered to tell me to drive safely.