Drunk Mom and Son: An Erotic Story
Headline: Drunk Mom and Son Reach New Heights of Passion
John was out celebrating his 21st birthday with some friends when he got the call. His mother, who was visiting his aunt, was too drunk to drive home, and he was the only one who could help her out. John sighed and said goodbye to his friends, jumping in his car to make his way to his aunt’s home.
When he arrived, he was shocked to find his mother completely drunk. She was wearing a tight dress that hugged her curves, her eyes glassy and red. John helped her into the car and drove her home, hoping his mother wouldn’t remember the events of the evening.
John helped his mother into bed, but as he tucked her in, he couldn’t help but feel aroused. His mother was an incredibly attractive woman, and the sight of her half-naked in bed sparked an intense desire in him. He quickly pushed it away, knowing it was wrong to feel that way about his own mother, but he couldn’t help himself.
Back in his bedroom, John lay awake, images of his mother’s body filling his mind. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything before, and he decided he had to act on it.
John crept into his mother’s bedroom and found her sleeping, her breath heavy with alcohol. He slowly made his way over to her, his heart pounding. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, and she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw him, she smiled and pulled him closer, her hands exploring his body.
John felt his skin tingle as his mother’s hands trailed over it, and he couldn’t help but moan. His mother’s hands moved lower and her fingers began to explore his hardness, and John felt himself grow even more aroused. His mother smiled and pulled him closer, pushing his trousers off and exposing his manhood.
John’s mother wrapped her hands around his length and began to stroke him, her movements slow and steady. He felt himself grow even harder, and he moaned in pleasure. His mother leaned forward and kissed him hungrily, her lips soft against his. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, her body on top of his.
John felt his heart racing as his mother guided him inside of her. She began to move her hips in rhythm with his, her breaths coming out in gasps as her pleasure increased. John felt himself become overwhelmed with pleasure, and he let out a loud moan as he reached his climax.
Afterwards, John lay there in his mother’s arms, both of them exhausted from their passionate encounter. They shared a long, silent embrace before John finally got up and returned to his bedroom. He lay in bed, replaying the events of the evening and feeling a strange sort of satisfaction.
He’d just had sex with his mother, and he’d enjoyed every second. He knew it was wrong, and he was ashamed of himself, but he couldn’t deny that it had been one of the most intense and pleasurable experiences of his life. John knew he had to keep it a secret, but he also knew he’d never forget it.
