Unexpected sex
I was already undressed and in bed when I heard a commotion in the hallway. I went out in just my underwear. Oh, Mom was home. In her very rare state—completely wasted. She had gone to a friend's birthday party. Well, I didn't judge her—this happened to her maybe once every six months, no more often. No husband, her son—me, that is—can take care of himself, so why not?
She smiled contentedly and a little guiltily, kicking off her shoes. She was swaying badly.
"Oh," she said, almost falling.
I caught her.
"Come on, I'll help you," I led my mother to the bedroom.
She was lurching from side to side; holding her was difficult. Mom wasn't a fat woman—there was no fat anywhere—but she was large,
heavy. While we were moving along the walls, everything was fine, but as we approached the bed, she pitched forward and I barely stopped her from collapsing onto the floor. I lowered her more or less softly onto the edge of the bed—her chest on the bed, her knees on the floor. Mom was already passing out—she clearly didn't know how to hold her liquor."Mom, lie down," I shook her.
She lifted herself up, unbuttoned her dress, started to pull it off over her head, but fell back onto the bed again. I sighed and decided to help. I lifted the dress, trying not to look at the white panties appetizingly hugging my mom's ass. I lifted her up, holding her with one hand, pulling the dress off with the other. The most convenient way was to hold her by the breasts, which is what I did. At first, without any ulterior thought at all. Only when I felt my cock, which was rubbing against her back, suddenly stir, did I realize the piquancy of the situation. Mom was kneeling in front of me, I was taking off her dress, holding onto her breasts. This embarrassed me. I sat on the bed and pulled the dress off. Then I tried to pull her completely onto the bed, but couldn't. Mom was already out cold. I went around behind her, took her by the hips, and tried to lift her. Her hips were wide, powerful, her ass heavy and… so appetizing.
I even froze. Let go of her. Then I looked carefully at her face. She was lying there, eyes closed, breathing evenly, with her arms on the bed, knees on the floor. It seemed she really was already asleep. I knelt down behind her, took my mom's hips in my hands, and moved closer. My cock was fully hard now, and touching her ass was so thrilling… What if… I took off my underwear. My heart was pounding loudly. I pressed against her ass again. .o Damn, I wish all this was mine! Too bad she's my mom. You can't do that to your mom… But I'm just doing this, not seriously. I wasn't planning to go far, but I wanted just a little more than what I'd already gotten. Just a little bit. And I pulled her panties down to her knees. Then pulled them off completely. My mom's ass was revealed to me in all its glory. I stood behind her again, embraced her, moved closer. Oh, this was so awesome!
"Mom, you have a fantastic ass," I whispered.
Slipping my cock between her buttocks, I started moving it up and down. And I imagined how I was fucking her for real, and she was moaning with pleasure. Then I slipped my cock lower, between her legs. It tensed up and moving it became even more pleasant. I didn't even realize right away that I had entered my mom's pussy and was genuinely fucking her. Realizing it, I got scared, pulled back. But Mom was asleep. She probably wouldn't remember anything, right? So why not then… And I inserted it into her again, now consciously, confidently. And I started pumping evenly, admiring how her body moved. I was aroused by this submissiveness, how my mom was letting me fuck her. If only she herself wanted to have sex with me…
The phone rang sharply. Mother moaned and stirred. I flinched and pulled away from my mom's ass. Her phone in the dress was ringing. I quickly got it out.
"Yes?" I answered in a whisper.
"Seryozha, is that you?" her friend was calling. "Is your mom home?"
"She's home, she's home, everything's fine, she's already asleep," I answered, still whispering.
"Ah, well then okay, that's it, bye."
I turned off the phone and caught my breath. I accidentally pressed the wrong button and "Video Recording" lit up on the screen. Oh! That's an idea! Let something remain as a keepsake. Who knows when such an opportunity will come again. Setting up the phone on the nightstand opposite, I turned on the recording. I leisurely approached my mom, positioned myself behind her like I owned the place, and continued fucking her pussy. I wasn't thinking anymore about her possibly waking up. I felt her tense up, I sped up. I wasn't being careful anymore—I was fucking my mother hard, deep, fast. And I only got scared a moment before I came. In Mom? In her pussy? Who knows… But I couldn't stop anymore. I came inside my mother violently, powerfully, tightly squeezing her buttocks.
Unbelievable! Full-fledged sex with my own mother! And what sex! How I came! I was ecstatic and not thinking about the consequences. Who cares. I just lay down on my mom's bed and… fell asleep.
In the morning, through my sleep, I heard someone's moans. Opening my eyes a little, I saw my naked mother. She was sitting half-turned towards me on the bed. In her hands was the phone. And from it came my moans and growls. It wasn't hard to guess what she was watching…