Drunk Mom

Authors note: No characters in this work are under the age of 18 and no sexual acts are depicted with any character under the age of 18."

Life as a teenager can really suck sometimes. It was hard enough when my dad left six months ago to take up with a woman that was barely older than me, but now my mom was acting like a freaking kid. I know, I know, what does an eighteen-year-old have to complain about if his mom wants to act half her age. It is after all, her life. If it didn't impact me, then I suppose I wouldn't mind, but it did.

I'd always been expected to do chores, to help out around the house, even before dad left. When my older sister went off to college, I inherited several of her chores, one of which was folding the laundry. I didn't have to wash it or put it away, except for mine of course, but I did have to fold it and separate it into piles. I had to clean the bathrooms and of course keep my own room clean. The lawn was also my task, though I didn't always mind. If I was lucky, the lady that lives next door, Mrs. Anderson, would be out on a sunny Saturday afternoon, sunbathing, in her little black bikini. Sometimes I wondered if she didn't plan being out there when I was doing the lawn just to tease me, and tease me she did, frequently untying the strings of the tiny bikini so that it threatened to slip right off her oiled body if she moved too much. Sometimes I'd have to take a break from mowing and go to my room and peek down from my bedroom window and jack off. But that's another thing all together. I was complaining about life.

Mom was acting like a kid. Well, maybe not a kid so much as much too young. I mean she was forty-four and she was dressing and acting like she was twenty-four. Late nights out with "friends", coming home drunk, generally acting immature. Her clothing had also changed. Gone were the middle age skirts and blouses she wore to work in favor of extremely short skirts, tight shirts, form fitting dresses and EXTREEMLY revealing underwear. Yeah, since I had to fold it, I knew exactly what she was wearing. The other day she dropped her keys and bent over to pick them up and the short skirt rode so far up her ass that I could clearly see the nearly see-through, white thong panty she had on. I briefly wondered who it was she was dropping her keys for at work.

Like I said, I wouldn't have room to complain if it didn't directly impact me, but it was. I wasn't exactly the most popular guy around school. In fact, I was considered pretty geeky. So much so that I frequently didn't have dates on Friday night. Not that I didn't have girlfriends now and again, but I graduated high school a virgin, and here I was, going to head off to college in a few short weeks, still a virgin.

I heard multiple voices downstairs and climbed out of bed. Hearing mom at one a.m. on Friday night wasn't a surprise. Hearing a man's voice arguing with her wasn't normal. I came down the stairs in my pajama pants to find a man holding my mom up against a wall arguing about money.

"You need to pay the cleaning fee!" the guy said as I continued down the stairs, realizing he wasn't exactly pinning my mom to the wall as I'd originally thought, but was holding her up against the wall so she didn't fall down.

"Nooooo!" my mom complained, clearly drunk.

"What's going on?"

"Edddddie!" my mom slurred.

"Your friend here puked in my car, and she needs to authorize the cleaning fee."

"Mom!? You puked in some dude's car?"

"Well, maybe a little," she said, starting to slide down the wall again, pushed back up by the guy.

"Uber driver. Her date asked me to make sure she got into the house all the way. But she puked in my car on the way here. There's a hundred fifty-dollar cleaning fee for me to clean it up."

I shook my head and scowled as I walked the last three steps down. I took her purse from her and dug in it for her wallet. Pulling out the card I let the man scan it on his little phone device while mom slowly slid down the wall again, this time ending up sitting on the floor. I authorized the charge and then dropped the card back in her wallet and carried the wallet and purse to the living room table while the Uber driver walked out the door, closing it behind himself.

I turned back to see mom sitting on the floor, her legs splayed, the short cream-colored dress slid up nearly to her waist. I'd seen plenty of pussies, well, at least on the computer, but this was the first time I'd seen my mom's completely shaved pussy. Her grayish looking inner lips protruded and spread to expose some of her pink depths. I also couldn't help but notice that her big firm tits showed a lot more through the thin cream-colored strapless top than usual. Her nipples poked out the material significantly and the dark circles of her areola were slightly visible through the cream-colored material.

"Damn Mom! Where's your underwear?" I asked as I walked back over to her.

"Took `em off!" she said with a grin. "Some hot hunky cowboy took me off into the corner and let me ride his horse. Didn't seem fair to not let him see my coochie and my boobs both!"

"Jesus, you're so drunk," I said as I straddled her legs and reached down to lift her under her arms to help her up.

"And you've got a fucking hard-on!" she said reaching out to grab my hardening cock through my pajama pants.

"Come on Mom. Let's get you upstairs."

"Damn Eddie. When did you get such a big cock?" she asked, pulling my pj's down far enough to free my dick instead of helping me get her up.

"God Mom!" I said in surprise, letting go of her and stepping back from her, reaching to pull my pjs back up even as they slid further down my legs.

"You're right. Shouldn't have done that," she said with a drunken nod.

I stepped back to her and helped her up, this time with her actually helping me to get her standing up again. I wrapped an arm around her and turned her towards the stairs. She paused at the bottom to step out of her high heels and then, leaving them on the floor at the foot of the steps allowed me to help her up each step. "Damn Mom. You do smell like barf."

"I might have gotten a little sick," she answered. "Maybe I need a shower before I get in bed."

"That's probably a good idea," I answered as we made our way up to the second floor. I helped her to her room and turned on the light, walking her to the bathroom door. I stopped and let her lean against the door frame while I reached inside and turned the light on.

"Maybe you better turn the water on for me," she said as she slowly slid down the door frame until she was once again sitting on the floor.

"Maybe I better," I agreed, looking down at her. I stepped to the walk-in shower and tried to reach for the water handle from the glass door. I couldn't quite reach it and had to step part way into the shower stall to turn it on, ducking back as quickly as I could so I didn't get my pjs wet. Adjusting the temperature was a tougher task. I hiked the legs of my pjs up as far as I could and stepped into the stall. I shook my head at my own stupidity and then let go of one leg to reach for the handle and set the temperature, the spray soaking the right leg of my pajamas.

I stepped out of the stall and over to my mom, once again sitting splay legged on the floor. "Come on, let's get you up."

"Awwwww, my poor baby got wet!" she said as I stepped across her again like I had downstairs, reaching down to help her up again.

"It's just water. No big deal," I answered.

"It is!" she said, reaching for my wet pajama pants and pulling them down again, this time pulling them all the way down as far as my spread legs would allow, my now rock-hard dick sticking out at her face. "Ohhhhhhh. You have such a hard dick. Have you been dreaming about girls again?"

"Come on Mom," I said, trying to pull her up.

"All right," groaned, helping to push herself up, my pj's sliding the rest of the way down my legs as I shifted my feet to help her stand up. "You better unzip me."

"Unzip you?"

"My dress silly. You don't want me to get in the shower in my dress, do you?"

"No, but, well..."

"What? Are you afraid to see your mom in her underwear?" she asked as she partly turned herself so I could reach the zipper of her dress.

"Mom, you're not wearing any."

"Ooooooops. Forgot," she said with a drunken giggle. "Then I guess you're gonna get to see me allllll naked."

"Mom..."

"Shhhhh. Just pull down the zipper. You're a big boy. I'm sure you've seen naked girls before. Just pretend I'm your girlfriend."

I shook my head and helped her stand with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other. In moments she was sliding it down her body and turning back to put her back to the door frame. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside, leaving her completely naked. "There. See. Not so bad, is it?"

"No, not so bad," I agreed as the head of my hard-on brushed across her shaved mound. Her tits looked freaking huge. I knew from folding her bras that they were thirty-eight triple D, but I had no idea just how big those were in real life. Each breast, easily the size of a small melon hung down only a small bit, with dark pink puckered areola on the front of each orb easily taking up a good portion of my palm if I were to reach out and cup each breast. Her nipples were easily as fat as my pinky finger and stuck out a bit further than they were around. The sight made my dick seem to swell even larger as I stared at her tits for the first time.

"So, you gonna help me to the shower? Or you gonna stand there and stare at your mama's boobies?"

I stepped out of my pj pants that were already around my ankles anyway and then let her put an arm around my shoulders and press her hip to mine as I helped her across the bathroom to the shower. She stepped into the door and pulled me along with her even though I resisted.

"Come on. Help your mama take a shower. You wouldn't want me to fall in here, would you?"

"No," I answered reluctantly as I let her pull me into the shower and under the spray. She turned herself to face me and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close.

"Mmmmmmm, you feel nice against me. It's been a while since a man held me like this. I can feel your big hard cock between us, pressing against us both," she cooed softly, rocking her hips slightly so that my dick slid against her bare wet skin.

"Come on Mom. Let's get you showered."

"Okay, if you insist," she sighed as she turned in my arms pressing her back against my chest, "Just hold me up and I'll do the rest."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her against me so she wouldn't fall, my dick trapped between us, nestled into the crack of her butt.

"That has to be uncomfortable. Here, let me move that," she said, working a hand between us to wrap around my hard-on. She pushed it down as she pulled her body from mine slightly, releasing it so that it slipped down between her slightly spread legs. Somehow, I didn't find it all that uncomfortable where it had been but now I had a much different type of discomfort, my engorged head feeling like it was sticking all the way through the gap of her thighs to stick out in front of her. I could feel the hotness of her pussy rubbing along my shaft as she moved herself, spreading soap on her body. Her hands ran down her body from her big round firm breasts to her crotch, rubbing soap on her pussy and my dick at the same time. Her fingers stroked along under my shaft, gently teasing it. "Ohhhhhh, someone is getting really turned on," she whispered, continuing to rub my dick in a way that it hadn't ever been teased before. I couldn't help but rock my hips slightly in time with her motions, sliding my dick between her thighs, her fingers pulling me up against her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned as she started to rock her own hips in time with mine, making her pussy lips slide all the way forward until they closed around my engorged head. I could feel what I thought was her clit, rubbing along the top of my shaft as we stood in the water, slowly working each other towards climax.

"Oh God. Ohhhh God. Ohhhhhhh God yes!" she groaned as her body started to tremble in my arms. If anything, it made me hump my hips harder, feeling her hot wet juices flowing over my dick. In my mind, I was pumping in and out of her pussy as my cock grew fatter and closer to release.

"Uhhhh!" I grunted as my body jerked, slapping my thighs to the back of hers and my body against her bare ass. I felt my body surge a gush of cum out the end of my dick, in my mind, filling her pussy with my jizz. We stood there, my dick between her legs, pumping shot after shot of cum out into the shower.

"Ohhhhhh, that's it sweetie. Did that feel good? Felt good for mommy too. Coming on your big fat hard cock. Could you feel me coming on you? Could you feel the climax you gave your mommy?"

"Uh huh," I breathed as my dick softened between her thighs.

When my dick had softened, she turned in my arms again and pressed her lips to mine in a long soft erotic kiss that had my dick quickly starting to harden again before it ended. "That's my baby boy. Not so much of a baby anymore. A lot more of a man now," she whispered.

"I think we should get you to bed," I whispered back, not sure we should have done what we just did, and at the same time, soooo glad we had. I reached for the water and turned it off. She kept herself pressed to me, her bare breasts pressed to my chest as I backed us out of the shower. She kept herself pressed to me as I reached for a towel, her arms around my back to hold us together as I tried to dry her off.

"Someone's getting hard again," she whispered as I felt her thighs close around my again hardening dick. She pulled me backwards, pulling me along out of the bathroom and towards the bed. She pulled us until she was against the bed and then fell back, pulling me down on top of her, well halfway at least. She leg go of me and scooted herself onto the bed further. She reached for my arms and pulled me onto the bed with her, pulling me on top of her. I could feel my hard cock press between her legs, this time my engorged head pressing right between her lips. "Mmmmm. You know, you're the man of the house. I suppose that entitles you to this too," she cooed softly. "If you want it, you can. Just push it right in. Let me feel how big and strong you are. Let me feel your hard cock sinking into me."

As much as I wanted to, as badly as I'd wanted to fuck a real pussy, there was something in the back of my mind that said this wasn't right. Not only was she my mom, but she was drunk, and I didn't figure that she'd ever do this sober. All that stupid sexual assault stuff came back to me. I'd never do this to a girl I was dating, so why would I do it to my mom. I shook my head and kissed her on the cheek. "You're way to drunk Mom. Get some sleep." Then I pushed off her body and walked from the room, turning the light off.

I went back to my room, still naked, and laid down in the dark. Within moments I was stroking myself off, thinking about how it felt to have my dick between her thighs.

---o---

"Morning sweetie," Mom said as she walked into the family room and dropped heavily onto the sofa near me.

"Morning Mom," I answered.

"God, I am so hung over," she groaned, leaning back and closing her eyes again.

I looked over at her, seeing the hardness of her nipples pushing the t-shirt material out, most of her long sexy legs showing from the floppy gray shorts. "You were pretty drunk last night," I answered.

Without opening her eyes, she softly asked, "Did I do anything in-appropriate last night?"

"Inappropriate? Why would you ask that?" I asked quickly, wondering if I answered too quickly when she turned her head to look at me.

"Because I found a wet pair of your pajamas on my bathroom floor next to the dress I wore last night."

"Oh, that. Well, you were pretty drunk, and you threw up on yourself. You wanted to shower before you went to bed."

"I did. And..." she said expectantly.

"I just had to help you into the shower, that's all," I answered, no longer looking at her, but the TV.

"Um. So, I noticed that my bra and underwear were missing. I don't suppose I kept those on while you helped me in the shower?"

"Uh. No. You didn't come home with any on. In fact, you didn't come home with them at all."

"Oh my God," she groaned softly. "I'd hoped it was a dream."

"What was?"

"Getting half naked at that club and letting that cowboy fuck me in the back corner."

"From what you said, it wasn't a dream," I answered.

"I told you about that?"

"Uh huh. Right after the Uber driver left."

"And that's when I asked you to undress me and help me into the shower?"

"More or less."

"So, you saw me naked? Like completely naked, not even my underwear?" she asked quietly.

"You didn't give me much choice."

"And you took your pjs off?"

"Actually, you did that, while I was trying to help you up from the floor."

"Oh God," she groaned. "I'm so sorry sweetie. Really, I am. Did I do anything else I should apologize for?"

I thought about telling her about her jacking me off in the shower and the offer to have me fuck her, but decided she was already embarrassed enough as it was. "No. That pretty much summed it up."

"God, I'm so sorry sweetie. I guess I had a little too much to drink. It's not an excuse, but...I'm sorry. I don't expect you planned on ending up either naked or seeing your mom naked when you went to bed last night. I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

"It's fine. I just did what needed to be done to take care of you."

She leaned over and gently stroked my cheek. "And you try so hard to take care of me. Sometime I'm going to have to find a way to make you understand how much I love what you do for me. How much I do care and appreciate it."

"It's fine," I answered, blushing as I felt my dick suddenly growing in my shorts as she leaned over towards me. I stared at the TV, not trusting myself to look at her, and see her hard nipples and make my hard-on even worse. I hoped she didn't see.

She leaned over further and kissed me on the cheek. "Well, thank you again anyway," she whispered before she pushed herself up and walked out of the room.

I sat there for at least five minutes, trying to will my dick back down and then gave up. I walked up the stairs, heading for my room, intending to give my hard-on relief. I paused in the hallway, listening. I could hear a soft humming noise and turned towards it. It was coming from my mom's room. I stepped towards the door which stood open a couple inches, apparently having not latched closed all the way. I peeked into the room and saw her laying on the bed, completely naked, a silver vibrator pushing in and out of her spread pussy. Her feet were pulled towards her butt and her knees spread wide apart, leaving her pussy completely exposed. Her hand slowly pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy while her other hand moved from tit to tit, squeezing and pulling her nipples, trying to stretch them from her boobs before letting them snap back into place.

I couldn't help myself, and in moments I had my shorts pushed down, my hard cock out in my hand, stroking myself in time with the strokes of her vibrator. It was funny. Until last night I hadn't even thought about my mom looking sexy, now it seemed like I couldn't get the thought out of my head. I could practically feel her pussy sliding along my shaft, her soapy fingers teasing under my shaft and head as I stroked between her thighs. I imagined my dick sliding in and out of her pussy as I watched the vibrator do just that, slide in and out as it teased her closer and closer to orgasm. She suddenly pulled the vibrator from her, dropping it between her legs to free her fingers. She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her clit rapidly, almost furiously as she arched her back, pushing her pussy towards me. "FUCK!" she cried as her pussy suddenly fountained a stream of liquid into the air. Her body seemed to convulse and send another stream into the air towards me, the wet stream landing on the towel from the night before.