My Mom Is Passed Out – A Story of Forbidden Sex
I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I walked into my mother’s bedroom and saw her passed out on the bed. She had a few glasses of wine far too many and I knew I should just leave – but I couldn’t help but take a closer look at her. She looked so beautiful lying there with her clothes still on, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I thought about what it would feel like to make love to her.
My mother had always been a very attractive woman, and as I looked down at her I could see why. Her negligee was low cut and clung to her curves in all the right places, and the sight of her ample cleavage made my head swim with desire. Her lips were full and pink, calling out for me to kiss her, and her eyelashes fluttered as she slept. I reached out and lightly ran my fingers over her neck and shoulders, feeling her soft skin and smelling her sweet, sensual scent.
The next thing I knew, I was on top of her, my hands all over her body, and my lips pressing down on hers. I felt her stir beneath me as I kissed her deeply, and suddenly she was awake and kissing me back. The feeling of her body under mine and her lips on mine sent waves of pleasure throughout my entire body and I knew I had to have her right then and there.
My hands roamed over her body as we kissed. I could feel her nipples hardening and her thighs quivering beneath my touch. She moaned softly as I pressed my hips forward, feeling my hard cock pressing against her pelvis. I moved my hands down to her hips, pulling her towards me as I entered her.
I could feel her heat radiating around me as I started to move, thrusting deeper and deeper into her wet and fragrant pussy. My mom gasped and groaned with pleasure as I fucked her, my hands gripping her hips to keep up my fast and powerful strokes. I felt my cock swelling inside her tight opening and soon I was coming with a deep and powerful orgasm that left us both quivering in pleasure.
We stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments afterwards, panting and basking in the afterglow. I slid off her, ready to leave, but my mom grabbed my arm before I could get away. “That was amazing,” she said, her eyes still filled with desire.
“Yes,” I agreed, feeling embarrassed and guilty all at the same time. “But I should go.”
She nodded, seeming to understand. But before I could move, she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in close, pressing her lips to my in a passionate kiss. I could feel her body trembling and I knew she wanted more. I hesitated, not sure if this was something either of us wanted.
My mom broke off the kiss, her eyes still filled with desire. “I know this is wrong, but I can’t help it,” she said.
I nodded, not knowing what to say. My mom smiled and pulled me back in close. She kissed me again, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hands roamed over my body. I felt my own body responding to her, and soon we were undressing each other and getting lost in the throes of passion.
We explored each other’s bodies, exploring each other’s pleasure points and bringing out sensations neither of us had ever felt before. I licked and suckled her nipples, and my mom moaned and thrusted her hips up to meet my thrusts. We both reached our climaxes together in a powerful wave of pleasure that left us both trembling and exhausted.
We lay in bed afterwards, not speaking but merely basking in the afterglow of our forbidden tryst. I was filled with guilt, feeling like I had just done something that was wrong, yet so incredibly right. My mom seemed to sense my feelings and she squeezed my hand, her warm eyes meeting mine.
“It’s OK,” she said, and I knew she meant it.
We lay in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, lost in our own thoughts. The next morning, I awoke to find her already dressed and ready to go. We shared a quick smile before she headed out the door, and as I watched her go I knew that this night had changed us both.
My Mom Is Passed Out had been both wrong and right at the same time, and I will never forget it. The feeling of her naked body beneath my own and her lips on mine had given me both pleasure and guilt, and it was something I would never forget.
