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Well, I couldn't very well argue with that, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to anyway. In truth, I was getting to really like the idea of my own mother getting completely wasted and found it quite a turn on. However, we must have slept for quite a while, it was now 8 pm and I hadn't eaten since lunchtime, so I said: I'm pretty hungry, can we have something to eat first. Mum said: I'm parched, we 'll have a drink first, then we can eat.
What are you going to wear? I said. Mum thought for a moment, and then went over and opened a draw, and held up a very skimpy black tube dress. How about this, she said. It looked about 3 sizes too small to me, but I said: try it on. She pulled it over her head and managed to slither into it. The clingy, slightly shiny, material hugged her every curve. It was semi transparent, and was stretched so thinly over the swell of her boobs and belly you could clearly see her nipples, areola and belly button. It was also extremely short, and though it clung tightly to the top of her thighs, I wondered if she had remembered she wasn't wearing any knickers. You look absolutely stunning, I said. Well somebody certainly seems to like it, she said, casting an admiring glance at my erection. You realise you're going to have every man in the pub ogling you, I said, but she just looked rather pleased at the idea.
I got dressed, and we drove to a nearby pub, where mum quickly despatched 2 pints of lager, and then we stopped off at a Mac's for burger and chips. What would you like to do now, I asked. I want to carry on celebrating my birthday, of course, she replied, so I said: I know a lively bar in town we can go to, you'll like it there. The bar I was thinking of was usually full of young lads, so mum would be guaranteed plenty of the attention she seemed to love.
We were both quite thirsty after our burgers (I deliberately hadn't ordered any soft drinks to go with them), so we stopped off at another pub on our way and mum sank another couple of pints as we chatted. The beer was definitely conspiring with all the alcohol she had had earlier, and when we got up to go to the car she was quite unsteady on her feet again.
Sitting in the passenger seat in the skimpy dress that struggled contain her curves, my mum looked so incredible I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her, as I gently caressed her thighs. You are going to be the toast of the town tonight, I said, every red-blooded male is going to be lusting after you. Let's get going, then, she said. As I drove into town I could hardly keep my hands on the wheel. She shifted slightly in her seat and said: I should have had a pee before I left the pub. You should, I said, you've already had 4 pints, your bladder must be pretty full. Is it much further? she asked. Not far, I replied, which it wasn't, but I suddenly decided to play a little game and turned off onto an indirect route. I wanted to find out how desperate she was. After we had been driving round for a while she said: I thought you said it wasn't far. Well I had to divert round some road works, I lied, and I seem to have got a bit lost, but I'm sure I can find my way back. Well hurry up, she said, I'm bursting.
By now she was starting to squirm in her seat, I didn't want her peeing in the car, so I relented and had soon parked near the bar. I helped her out and tugged her dress down over her bottom. Are you ready for this? I said; you're already drunk, you're bursting for a pee, you're squeezed into a dress that is almost indecently revealing, and you're going to have all those men leering at you. By way of reply she just giggled, whilst jiggling up and down with the effort of controlling her bladder. I steered her into the bar, which was full of groups of young men, as I had anticipated. They looked round as we walked in, and their faces were a picture. On the one hand, they were thinking: Look at the state of her, she's no spring chicken, she's overweight, and she's dressed like a tart. But on the other hand, they couldn't take their eyes off her, and you could tell they were turned on by what they saw.
I guided her over to a place at the bar where a group of lads couldn't disguise their interest in her. By way of introduction I said to them: This is my mum, you'll have to excuse her, it's her birthday and she's had rather a lot to drink; haven't you, I said, patting her full belly. Well I must buy you a another if it's your birthday, one of the lads said to her, what are you drinking. I'd love a glass of wine she said. He asked her what sort, and she replied: A large one, which caused a big laugh. I meant what colour, he said. Oh, white she replied. Whilst he was ordering, the others started talking to her, though their eyes were riveted to her tits, which as I've said were plainly in view through the thin material of her dress. The lad came back with her drink, a 250ml one, which is getting on for half a pint. She guzzled it back in one go and said: thanks, I needed that. I wondered if anyone else was going to offer her a drink, and sure enough, they did. Ooh, you'll be getting me drunk, she teased, and said I'll have another of those, handing him the glass.
One lad now asked how old she was. She laughed and asked them all to have a guess, and if anyone got it right she would let them kiss her. This got them thinking. All the while this was going on she was shifting her weight from one leg to the other, trying to take the pressure off her bladder. I knew she was desperate, but she was getting aroused by all the attention, so much so that her nipples - which are quite big anyway – were getting hard. Most of the lads guessed her age too low, but one did say 50. Come here, she said. I released my arms which were helping to support her, and she put her arms round this lad and held him tight against her body. He placed his lips on hers, and they were soon tongue wrestling. I noticed him tentatively put his hands up to fondle her boobs, and she started quietly moaning with pleasure. Eventually she released him and almost fell back into my arms. bloody hell, said the lad, but he had a big smile on his face and a bulge in his jeans.
She was presented with her second glass of wine. By this time, mum was unashamedly writhing and jiggling with the effort of containing her swollen bladder. You'd better drink that before you spill it I said, and she knocked that one back in go, to the evident approval of the lads. I think mum needs a pee, I said, that's what comes of having so much to drink, you naughty girl. See if you can find your way to the Ladies. One of the lads said: I'll buy you another drink when you get back, it's my round. She sort of staggered off and looked around. A slightly older man who I noticed had been watching her all the time, leered at her and asked if he could help her. She said: I need the Ladies. I'll show you where it is, he said, but I'll need you to give me a nice thankyou kiss first. Mum was looking a bit frantic by now, but she whispered Ok, just a quick one, and went into a clinch with him. Because of the pressure in her bladder, she was squirming her groin against his, which of course just encouraged him, and the snogging went on for some minutes. True to his word, he eventually guided her to the Loo, and returned to his drink with a smug look on his face.
I thought I'd better go over and wait outside the Loo for her, as I wasn't at all sure if she could still walk unaided. After a while there was a bit of a thump, and the toilet door swung open with mum hanging onto it for support. God, that's a relief, she slurred, I thought I was going to wet myself. Where now, I asked her. Back to the lads, she replied, I never turn down the offer of a drink. So we weaved our way back. The lads were really pleased to see her again, and she soon had another large glass of wine in her hand. They were having a whale of a time,teasing her and making crude compliments about her appearance.
She polished off her third glass of wine, and another lad immediately said: My turn, and went off to the bar. He soon returned with another large glass and within a few minutes the contents were in her belly, making one litre of wine to add to the 4 pints of lager. She was so drunk, it was becoming a little difficult to distinguish what she was saying. But they heard her all right when she announced: I'm not wearing any knickers. One of the lads said: prove it! She giggled and said: why don't you check for yourself. The lad looked at me, but I just nodded, so he reached down and put his hand between her legs. bloody hell, he said, she's not, and she's wet. Go on, then, she said, and gasped as he inserted a finger and started rubbing her. God, that feels good, she said, and another lad, without asking, slid his hand over her belly and up to fondle her breast.
I hope we're not going to get thrown out, I thought, but the pub was crowded and fairly dark, and the lads were more or less creating a protective screen around her, so I thought: In for a penny, in for a pound, and I gently eased the top of her dress down until her boobs spilled out for all to see. In her state of arousal, her large nipples stood out firm and proud. Fucking hell, said one, I think it must be my birthday, and mum let out a really dirty laugh. This lad now bent forward and started sucking her nipple like a starving baby, and another lad was emboldened to follow suit on the other. The first lad was still expertly working his fingers in and out of mum's cunt, and she was moaning uncontrollably. Christ, she's near to cumming, I thought. The fingers moved faster, mum's breathing became more rapid, she was pushing her groin against his hand, and she suddenly let out a long kind of strangulated cry. Although the pub was quite noisy, people nearby looked round in alarm, but thinking quickly I said: It's OK, just a touch of cramp. Not everybody looked convinced, but they grudgingly returned to their own conversations. The lads who'd been sucking and rubbing her had backed off slightly, and I was left holding what seemed like a deadweight as mum relaxed. Fuck me, she gasped, and I said in her ear: I fully intend to, just as soon as we get you home.
I hadn't bothered to pull her dress up again over her boobs, so all the lads had a good grope as well as a French kiss as they said their goodbyes. I noticed there was a large pool of liquid on the floor, between her legs, and it wasn't beer. I toyed with the idea of pulling her dress up before we left, but then I thought, what the hell, we might as well make a memorable exit. All eyes were upon her as I struggled to keep her upright; there was some scandalized muttering, but it was drowned out by those cheering and whistling. It took a while to reach the exit, what with all the men crowding in on us for a better look, and mum was lapping it up, giggling all the time. Once outside, I had to half drag her to the car, and managed to get her door upon without her sliding to the ground.
That was some birthday, she managed to say. Well, it's not over yet, I said, I haven't given you your present yet. Ooh, she giggled, I hope it's long and hard. By way of reply, I gave her a passionate kiss. Mum's boobs were still on display as I drove home, which didn't take long as there was little traffic, but she was dead asleep by the time we got there. I had quite a job to get her out of the car, and more or less had to carry her into her house and up to her bedroom, not an easy task with her being somewhat overweight. I pulled her dress off and started licking her fanny. I was afraid we'd overdone the alcohol, but after a while she began to stir and groaned a little, and as I licked harder and faster she started moving her hips against my mouth. My penis had been anticipating this moment all evening, and I didn't keep it waiting any longer. I plunged into her deep and hard. Mum gasped and shouted: Fuck me, fuck me, you little fucker, fuck your mum harder. I did as I was told and she was soon having a screaming orgasm, accompanied by hot jets of liquid from her fanny. I didn't slacken pace, and she kept crying: Oh God, oh God, all the while soaking the bedclothes. I'm not sure how long this went on, but I couldn't hold out any longer, and erupted into her. I collapsed on top of her, gave her a lingering tender kiss, and in no time we must have both fallen fast asleep.
(To be continued)
What are you going to wear? I said. Mum thought for a moment, and then went over and opened a draw, and held up a very skimpy black tube dress. How about this, she said. It looked about 3 sizes too small to me, but I said: try it on. She pulled it over her head and managed to slither into it. The clingy, slightly shiny, material hugged her every curve. It was semi transparent, and was stretched so thinly over the swell of her boobs and belly you could clearly see her nipples, areola and belly button. It was also extremely short, and though it clung tightly to the top of her thighs, I wondered if she had remembered she wasn't wearing any knickers. You look absolutely stunning, I said. Well somebody certainly seems to like it, she said, casting an admiring glance at my erection. You realise you're going to have every man in the pub ogling you, I said, but she just looked rather pleased at the idea.
I got dressed, and we drove to a nearby pub, where mum quickly despatched 2 pints of lager, and then we stopped off at a Mac's for burger and chips. What would you like to do now, I asked. I want to carry on celebrating my birthday, of course, she replied, so I said: I know a lively bar in town we can go to, you'll like it there. The bar I was thinking of was usually full of young lads, so mum would be guaranteed plenty of the attention she seemed to love.
We were both quite thirsty after our burgers (I deliberately hadn't ordered any soft drinks to go with them), so we stopped off at another pub on our way and mum sank another couple of pints as we chatted. The beer was definitely conspiring with all the alcohol she had had earlier, and when we got up to go to the car she was quite unsteady on her feet again.
Sitting in the passenger seat in the skimpy dress that struggled contain her curves, my mum looked so incredible I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her, as I gently caressed her thighs. You are going to be the toast of the town tonight, I said, every red-blooded male is going to be lusting after you. Let's get going, then, she said. As I drove into town I could hardly keep my hands on the wheel. She shifted slightly in her seat and said: I should have had a pee before I left the pub. You should, I said, you've already had 4 pints, your bladder must be pretty full. Is it much further? she asked. Not far, I replied, which it wasn't, but I suddenly decided to play a little game and turned off onto an indirect route. I wanted to find out how desperate she was. After we had been driving round for a while she said: I thought you said it wasn't far. Well I had to divert round some road works, I lied, and I seem to have got a bit lost, but I'm sure I can find my way back. Well hurry up, she said, I'm bursting.
By now she was starting to squirm in her seat, I didn't want her peeing in the car, so I relented and had soon parked near the bar. I helped her out and tugged her dress down over her bottom. Are you ready for this? I said; you're already drunk, you're bursting for a pee, you're squeezed into a dress that is almost indecently revealing, and you're going to have all those men leering at you. By way of reply she just giggled, whilst jiggling up and down with the effort of controlling her bladder. I steered her into the bar, which was full of groups of young men, as I had anticipated. They looked round as we walked in, and their faces were a picture. On the one hand, they were thinking: Look at the state of her, she's no spring chicken, she's overweight, and she's dressed like a tart. But on the other hand, they couldn't take their eyes off her, and you could tell they were turned on by what they saw.
I guided her over to a place at the bar where a group of lads couldn't disguise their interest in her. By way of introduction I said to them: This is my mum, you'll have to excuse her, it's her birthday and she's had rather a lot to drink; haven't you, I said, patting her full belly. Well I must buy you a another if it's your birthday, one of the lads said to her, what are you drinking. I'd love a glass of wine she said. He asked her what sort, and she replied: A large one, which caused a big laugh. I meant what colour, he said. Oh, white she replied. Whilst he was ordering, the others started talking to her, though their eyes were riveted to her tits, which as I've said were plainly in view through the thin material of her dress. The lad came back with her drink, a 250ml one, which is getting on for half a pint. She guzzled it back in one go and said: thanks, I needed that. I wondered if anyone else was going to offer her a drink, and sure enough, they did. Ooh, you'll be getting me drunk, she teased, and said I'll have another of those, handing him the glass.
One lad now asked how old she was. She laughed and asked them all to have a guess, and if anyone got it right she would let them kiss her. This got them thinking. All the while this was going on she was shifting her weight from one leg to the other, trying to take the pressure off her bladder. I knew she was desperate, but she was getting aroused by all the attention, so much so that her nipples - which are quite big anyway – were getting hard. Most of the lads guessed her age too low, but one did say 50. Come here, she said. I released my arms which were helping to support her, and she put her arms round this lad and held him tight against her body. He placed his lips on hers, and they were soon tongue wrestling. I noticed him tentatively put his hands up to fondle her boobs, and she started quietly moaning with pleasure. Eventually she released him and almost fell back into my arms. bloody hell, said the lad, but he had a big smile on his face and a bulge in his jeans.
She was presented with her second glass of wine. By this time, mum was unashamedly writhing and jiggling with the effort of containing her swollen bladder. You'd better drink that before you spill it I said, and she knocked that one back in go, to the evident approval of the lads. I think mum needs a pee, I said, that's what comes of having so much to drink, you naughty girl. See if you can find your way to the Ladies. One of the lads said: I'll buy you another drink when you get back, it's my round. She sort of staggered off and looked around. A slightly older man who I noticed had been watching her all the time, leered at her and asked if he could help her. She said: I need the Ladies. I'll show you where it is, he said, but I'll need you to give me a nice thankyou kiss first. Mum was looking a bit frantic by now, but she whispered Ok, just a quick one, and went into a clinch with him. Because of the pressure in her bladder, she was squirming her groin against his, which of course just encouraged him, and the snogging went on for some minutes. True to his word, he eventually guided her to the Loo, and returned to his drink with a smug look on his face.
I thought I'd better go over and wait outside the Loo for her, as I wasn't at all sure if she could still walk unaided. After a while there was a bit of a thump, and the toilet door swung open with mum hanging onto it for support. God, that's a relief, she slurred, I thought I was going to wet myself. Where now, I asked her. Back to the lads, she replied, I never turn down the offer of a drink. So we weaved our way back. The lads were really pleased to see her again, and she soon had another large glass of wine in her hand. They were having a whale of a time,teasing her and making crude compliments about her appearance.
She polished off her third glass of wine, and another lad immediately said: My turn, and went off to the bar. He soon returned with another large glass and within a few minutes the contents were in her belly, making one litre of wine to add to the 4 pints of lager. She was so drunk, it was becoming a little difficult to distinguish what she was saying. But they heard her all right when she announced: I'm not wearing any knickers. One of the lads said: prove it! She giggled and said: why don't you check for yourself. The lad looked at me, but I just nodded, so he reached down and put his hand between her legs. bloody hell, he said, she's not, and she's wet. Go on, then, she said, and gasped as he inserted a finger and started rubbing her. God, that feels good, she said, and another lad, without asking, slid his hand over her belly and up to fondle her breast.
I hope we're not going to get thrown out, I thought, but the pub was crowded and fairly dark, and the lads were more or less creating a protective screen around her, so I thought: In for a penny, in for a pound, and I gently eased the top of her dress down until her boobs spilled out for all to see. In her state of arousal, her large nipples stood out firm and proud. Fucking hell, said one, I think it must be my birthday, and mum let out a really dirty laugh. This lad now bent forward and started sucking her nipple like a starving baby, and another lad was emboldened to follow suit on the other. The first lad was still expertly working his fingers in and out of mum's cunt, and she was moaning uncontrollably. Christ, she's near to cumming, I thought. The fingers moved faster, mum's breathing became more rapid, she was pushing her groin against his hand, and she suddenly let out a long kind of strangulated cry. Although the pub was quite noisy, people nearby looked round in alarm, but thinking quickly I said: It's OK, just a touch of cramp. Not everybody looked convinced, but they grudgingly returned to their own conversations. The lads who'd been sucking and rubbing her had backed off slightly, and I was left holding what seemed like a deadweight as mum relaxed. Fuck me, she gasped, and I said in her ear: I fully intend to, just as soon as we get you home.
I hadn't bothered to pull her dress up again over her boobs, so all the lads had a good grope as well as a French kiss as they said their goodbyes. I noticed there was a large pool of liquid on the floor, between her legs, and it wasn't beer. I toyed with the idea of pulling her dress up before we left, but then I thought, what the hell, we might as well make a memorable exit. All eyes were upon her as I struggled to keep her upright; there was some scandalized muttering, but it was drowned out by those cheering and whistling. It took a while to reach the exit, what with all the men crowding in on us for a better look, and mum was lapping it up, giggling all the time. Once outside, I had to half drag her to the car, and managed to get her door upon without her sliding to the ground.
That was some birthday, she managed to say. Well, it's not over yet, I said, I haven't given you your present yet. Ooh, she giggled, I hope it's long and hard. By way of reply, I gave her a passionate kiss. Mum's boobs were still on display as I drove home, which didn't take long as there was little traffic, but she was dead asleep by the time we got there. I had quite a job to get her out of the car, and more or less had to carry her into her house and up to her bedroom, not an easy task with her being somewhat overweight. I pulled her dress off and started licking her fanny. I was afraid we'd overdone the alcohol, but after a while she began to stir and groaned a little, and as I licked harder and faster she started moving her hips against my mouth. My penis had been anticipating this moment all evening, and I didn't keep it waiting any longer. I plunged into her deep and hard. Mum gasped and shouted: Fuck me, fuck me, you little fucker, fuck your mum harder. I did as I was told and she was soon having a screaming orgasm, accompanied by hot jets of liquid from her fanny. I didn't slacken pace, and she kept crying: Oh God, oh God, all the while soaking the bedclothes. I'm not sure how long this went on, but I couldn't hold out any longer, and erupted into her. I collapsed on top of her, gave her a lingering tender kiss, and in no time we must have both fallen fast asleep.
(To be continued)
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