Staggering up the steps of his front porch, Jimmy Woodson leaned against the railing and waited for his head to stop spinning. It was around 1:00 on a Saturday morning and he'd spent his Friday night living it up the way people his age tended to. It was the summer, Jimmy's first year of college was looming ahead, and a good friend from high school had thrown a major bash while his parents were out of town.
Alcohol had been readily available at the party, even though nobody there was 21. Jimmy wasn't much of a drinker, so it hadn't taken too many beers to knock him loopy. Once the party ended, some of his friends had driven him home. A few of them helped Jimmy out of the car, although he didn't actually need their help. He was a bit woozy but he was steady enough to walk. He planned to wave them away and do it himself, only to change his mind when he saw Julie waiting to assist him.
Jimmy had always liked Julie, but he never had the guts to ask her out. He milked his condition a bit, giving him an excuse to lean on her and feel her body against his own. It was probably the most physical contact the two of them would ever have. Jimmy put his head on her shoulder, feeling her hair against his face. He loved the way she smelled.
As they made their way onto the porch, Jimmy's mother Nancy opened the door. It was well past Nancy's usual bedtime, but she always stayed up and waited when her son went out, just in case.
"I can take him from here. Thanks, guys."
"Okay, Mrs. Woodson," Julie said. "Bye, Jimmy, I hope you feel better."
Nancy guided her son through the door and into the front hallway. She was wearing a bathrobe over her nightgown, and Jimmy nuzzled up against his mom the way he had with Julie. Her robe felt so soft against his skin, and as much as he enjoyed Julie's scent, nothing compared to his mother's. Nancy blew a strand of her dark hair from her face as they rested for a moment.
"Hi, honey. Come on, let's get you into the kitchen."
Donald, Jimmy's father, couldn't have cared less about waiting up. He was upstairs in bed, fast asleep. Nancy talked to her son in a whisper and tried to keep him quiet so that they wouldn't wake her husband. Donald was strongly against underage drinking, and if he saw his son coming home in this condition, there would surely be hell to pay. As they made their way into the kitchen, Nancy asked Jimmy if he wanted a cup of coffee. In response, he simply mumbled something about sleep.
Several months earlier, after he'd turned 18, Jimmy made a big stink about being grown up and wanting more privacy. After some discussion his parents agreed that he could move his bedroom down to the basement. It was a nice setup and gave him plenty of space, including his own private bathroom with a shower. But the staircase was pretty steep, especially for someone who wasn't able to walk into the house on his own.
Again, Jimmy could have managed it by himself, but he pretended to be more out of it than he was. Besides, his mother wasn't about to risk him falling and getting hurt. Nancy guided him to the basement door, flipped on the downstairs light, and helped him to the steps.
"Hang on, honey."
Walking to the kitchen table, Nancy removed her bathrobe and hung it on the back of a chair. Her robe was fairly long and she didn't want either of them tripping on it as they maneuvered down the steps.
Jimmy watched his mother disrobe. He couldn't remember seeing her in only her nightgown before. It had a wide, low neck, and came down to slightly above her knees. It was sleeveless, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and arms. It looked incredibly sexy.
Nancy returned to her son and took hold of him. Jimmy leaned against her again as they slowly started down the stairs.
"I love you, Mom."
Nancy smiled as she supported his weight.
"I love you, too."
He wasn't sure why he said it at that particular moment, but Jimmy wanted his mother to know it. While she helped him manage the steps, all he could think about was how much he loved her. His mother was so sweet, so nice, so pretty. She was his favorite person in the whole world.
Once they finally reached the bottom, Nancy led Jimmy down the corridor towards his room. He flopped face first onto the bed, but his mom rolled him over and grabbed his right foot.
"You can't sleep like this," she told him.
Jimmy mumbled something in protest, but there was no arguing with his mother. Nancy tugged off one shoe, then the other.
"Come on, honey, stand up."
Jimmy slowly rose to his feet and Nancy patted his sides, feeling his pockets. She reached in and pulled out his wallet and cell phone.
"You don't want these ending up in the wash."
Nancy set his things on the nightstand as Jimmy began fumbling with his belt. He wanted to get it undone, but the damn thing was being stubborn. Nancy saw the trouble he was having and pushed his hand away. She undid his belt, then threw it aside onto a chair.
Jimmy sat down on the edge of his bed as Nancy began picking up the dirty clothes that littered his mattress. He wasn't trying to look, but with the way she was leaning forward in front of him, it was almost impossible not to notice the way his mother's big tits were hanging in his face. Her nightgown was low enough to offer a substantial peek at her cleavage.
"Honey, you really should clean up in here. It looks like a tornado came through."
Nancy continued cleaning off her son's bed while Jimmy blatantly stared at her breasts. His mom had full, round jugs, definitely more than a handful. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as he watched them sway while she moved.
"God, you've got great tits, Mom."
Nancy stopped for a second and looked at her son. Jimmy had come home drunk a few times before, and he'd made a strange comment or two in the past while she helped him into bed. Chalking it up to his condition, she shook it off and ignored the remark as she went back to clearing his bed.
Jimmy stayed focused on his mom's breasts, watching the way they jiggled as her arms moved. He suddenly felt the urge to touch them. He knew she might get mad at him, but he could always blame it on being drunk. Besides, it almost seemed dumb not to touch them. They were right there in front of him, hanging down like ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
Without giving it a second thought, Jimmy raised his hands and squeezed his mother's tits. Almost immediately, he felt her hands grab him by the wrist, pushing him away.
"Just... hold still, honey, let me finish."
Nancy quickly scooped up the last of the clothes. As she finished, Jimmy reached up again and took another big squeeze.
This time, she grabbed him by both wrists.
She tried moving his hands away, but he managed to keep them somewhat steady.
"Sorry, Mom. You're just... you're so pretty. I love you."
Jimmy quickly squeezed her tits again. Three times! He felt fairly proud of himself.
This time, Nancy was able to move his hands away completely. She let go of his wrists and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Sleep this off, okay?"
She leaned in and pecked him on the forehead. But before she could back away, Jimmy grabbed his mother by the hips and pulled her forward. Nancy stumbled towards him, her breasts practically smashing her son in the face. Before she had time to react, Jimmy began licking and kissing her cleavage.
Nancy tried her best to pry his head away from her chest, but he hung on to her like a pit bull. She quickly realized it was hopeless and stopped trying to fight. The moment he felt her resistance fade, Jimmy grabbed the loose neck of her nightgown and yanked it down below her breasts, exposing them in all their glory to his hungry eyes.
"Oh!" Nancy gasped.
Jimmy could have been drunk beyond recognition and the sight of his mother's tits would have sobered him up. She had a fantastic pair, with the most suckable nipples he'd ever seen.
Cupping and squeezing both breasts with his hands, Jimmy quickly popped one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Jimmy! N... nooo!"
Nancy again tried to wiggle free, but the intense pleasure of the tit sucking was making her weak.
"Ohhhh, God!" she groaned.
Jimmy continued nursing on his mom's breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen in response. Nancy slowly stopped struggling. She just stood there and let her son suck on her tits.
After a few minutes, Jimmy stopped and looked up at his mother with a grin. His cock felt like it was going to rip right through his pants. Nancy took a few steps back, trying to compose herself. The light from the bedside lamp reflected the moisture Jimmy had left all over her breasts.
"No, honey," she said with sadness in her voice. "We can't..."
"Oh, give it a rest, Mom. You say that every time we fuck."
Nancy hung her head in shame. It had been a few months since she'd fucked her son for the first time. She tried thinking back, wanting to remember how she had gotten herself into this situation, but she could only remember pieces. Nancy had been so desperate, so delirious with lust, that she truly couldn't recall how it all happened.
She remembered feeling insanely horny as she brought a basket of laundry down to the basement. She remembered putting on the spin cycle and letting the edge of the machine rub between her legs as it vibrated. Then she remembered Jimmy, fresh from a shower with only a towel around him, walking out of his room and catching her. After that, everything became a blur.
She couldn't recall what she had said or what she might have done. The only thing she knew for sure was that she ended up bending over the washing machine, her skirt hiked up above her ass, while her very own son fucked her from behind to an amazing climax.
Nancy hadn't been touched for such a long time, and the sex had been fantastic. Even so, she was riddled with guilt over the incident, and told Jimmy in no uncertain terms that nothing like it could ever happen again. Actually getting to fuck his own mother had been so incredible, though, that Jimmy became obsessed with doing it again. He did everything in his power to earn another opportunity.
Not even a week later, after making a valiant attempt to fuck her one afternoon, Jimmy convinced his mother to suck his cock. Nancy had tried rationalizing it to herself. It wasn't really sex, and she was giving him a release so that maybe he would leave her alone for a few days. But taking her son's cock into her mouth had made her feel more guilty than fucking him.
Still, after feeling his thick cock between her lips and watching as he shot out a spewing load of cum, Nancy lost control of herself. She jacked him back to arousal and fucked him right on his bed.
It had been a heated, passionate romp of sex. All the filthy things Nancy had tried not to think about, the things she'd pictured herself doing with her son ever since their first encounter, came to pass in that session. She needed it so badly. They fucked long and hard, and Nancy lost track of how many times she got off. But once it was over, she was deeply ashamed of herself.
Jimmy had worn her down a few more times since then, but Nancy still wasn't the least bit comfortable with the notion of fucking him. She knew how horribly wrong it was, what an awful sin she was committing. She just couldn't help herself. Nancy could hold out admirably for the first few days, then her horniness would build up, as would Jimmy's advances on her. Eventually, she would be unable to resist him.
She always felt terrible after the sex, and always told Jimmy that it could never happen again. She would feel angry with herself for letting it happen. She would be angry with Jimmy for fucking her. Most of all, she would be angry with her husband for neglecting her for so long that she had to rely on her own son for satisfaction.
As she stood in front of Jimmy's bed, Nancy's breasts were still exposed. She made no effort to cover herself. Jimmy stood up and undid his pants.
"Honey... oh, God."
Jimmy kicked off his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. He positioned some pillows at the head of his bed and laid back onto them, getting in a reclined position.
"Come on, Mom. You know you want to."
Nancy bit her lower lip with shame. She looked at her son's stiff, throbbing cock as it pointed up at the ceiling, waiting for her to come aboard. She was in serious need of a good fucking, and Jimmy's tongue assault on her sensitive nipples had gotten her warmed up.
Maybe he would be too drunk to remember anything, she thought. Maybe she could convince him that it hadn't happened, that he had been dreaming.
Reaching up the bottom of her nightgown, Nancy slowly pulled down her panties. As she stepped out of them, more guilt swept over her. What kind of mother was she? Spreading her legs for her own son? Letting him stick his cock inside her? How had she degenerated to this point?
Smiling, Jimmy watched as his mother climbed onto the bed and straddled him.
"Wait a sec. Lift that up, I wanna see."
Nancy lifted the bottom of her nightgown, revealing her pussy to her son. She had the sweetest one Jimmy had ever seen. She was shaved almost completely, except for a dark patch of curls on top. He reached down and rubbed his mom between her legs. She was already wet.
"Oooh, yeah. C'mon, let's get started."
Blocking the shame from her mind, Nancy lowered herself onto her son's hard pole.
From his reclined position, Jimmy's face was just inches from his mother's tits. Nancy rested on her knees, straddling her son, leaning forward with her hands on the mattress for support.
Jimmy took hold of his mom's round ass as they began a slow, steady pace of fucking.
"Oooohhh, yeah," he moaned. "Shit, Mom, I've been wanting to fuck you all week."
Nancy liked nasty talking during sex, but hearing it from her own son made her uncomfortable. He even called her "Mom" while they fucked. Hearing him say that excited part of her, the part that got off on how filthy and wild it was to be fucking her son. But mainly, it reminded her of what a terrible thing she was doing.
She tried to ignore it as she worked her hips back and forth, feeling her son's cock sliding inside her with every move she made.
Jimmy looked up at his mother. It was such an incredible sight, watching his own mom ride his cock. He squeezed her ass tighter and lightly pumped his hips off the bed as they continued fucking.
"Oh, God, your cunt is so wet!"
"Don't... don't say things like that," Nancy said weakly.
"But it is, Mom. You're so hot and wet. Fucking you feels awesome!"
Nancy leaned forward a little more, getting more motion in her hip thrusts. With her tits right in his face, Jimmy began sucking her stiff nipples.
"Do you like riding my cock? C'mon, Mom, say it."
"Y... yes, baby," Nancy said, somewhat embarrassed. "I love riding your cock."
Jimmy humped his hips off the bed harder, feeling his cock sliding deeper inside her. She was nice and tight, and her pussy sucked at his cock as it went in and out.
Nancy groaned with pleasure and fucked her own hips faster. Jimmy grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up over her chest. Taking it the rest of the way off, Nancy threw it aside, leaving her completely bare as she rode her son. The intense pleasure was starting to beat back the guilt she felt.
"You look so good naked, Mom."
"Do I, baby?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah. God, look at these tits!"
Nancy felt a rush of pride. Her husband didn't seem to appreciate her body anymore, but at least someone did.
"You're so great, letting me fuck you. I bet none of the guys I know ever get to fuck their moms like this."
Nancy just groaned in response, immensely enjoying the sex.
"And even if they do, none of their moms are as hot as you. I've got the hottest mom anywhere. And I'm fucking you! Say it, Mom."
"You... you're fucking me, Jimmy. You're fucking your Mommy!"
It always made Jimmy hot to mumble filthy reminders that he was fucking his own mother. But hearing it come from her mouth was even better, and Jimmy already felt ready to finish. He could usually hang on much longer, but perhaps due to the alcohol, he was just about done.
"Ohhhh! Mom, I'm cumming! Ooooohhhhhhh, fuck!!!"
Jimmy squeezed his mother's ass tightly as his cockhead erupted with thick spurts of cum. Nancy could feel the hot spunk shooting inside her. She continued riding him through his orgasm, hoping to trigger her own, but it wasn't to be. Jimmy's cock sprayed a few more shots into his mother's cunt before the explosion ended.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, Mom, that was great."
He basked in the glow of having fucked his mother again as Nancy rolled off to the side. She could feel his warm cream inside her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. After she'd gotten her tubes tied several years earlier, she'd hoped to have that feeling a lot more often, but it wasn't long after that her husband stopped paying attention to her.
The two laid there quietly for several minutes.
"Did you like that?" he finally asked.
"I didn't get to cum," Nancy said quietly.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll get you off."
Nancy smiled at him. That was one thing she enjoyed about her sessions with her son. He always wanted to make sure she came, too.
Jimmy sat up on his elbows, thinking through a plan.
"I'd eat your pussy, but..."
Nancy nodded. She was full of her son's spunk, so she didn't expect him to go down on her.
"Just give me a minute and we can fuck again."
Jimmy began playing with his dick, trying to get it back to full arousal. Nancy watched him do it. The fact that he was trying to get hard again, just to get her off, gave her a warm feeling inside. If it had been her husband she was fucking, he would have said "oh well" and then gone to sleep.
She watched as Jimmy continued tugging at his cock. After a minute, he stopped and looked at her.
"This could go faster if you suck me."
Nancy paused for a second. Giving her son a blowjob didn't help her feelings of shame, but she was too focused on getting her own orgasm to worry about it. She had to get him hard again.
Jimmy hopped up and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at his semi-rigid cock. Nancy sat up and came face to face with it. She popped his cock into her mouth and began jacking it with her hand while she sucked him.
Nancy anxiously worked her boy's cock, trying to waken it up. She let her tongue swirl all around it. Jimmy ran his fingers through his mom's thick hair, loving the hot wetness of her mouth as it engulfed his dick.
"Ohhh. Suck it, Mom."
Lightly holding his mom's head, Jimmy rocked his hips forward, fucking her mouth. Nancy kept on sucking. She couldn't wait to start fucking again, to be brought to a frenzied orgasm.
After a few more moments, Nancy felt his cock start to swell. She backed her head away to look at it, still jacking it with her hand.
"I think it's ready to go."
"Okay. How do you want it, Mom?"
Nancy thought for a second and then rolled back to the middle of the bed.
"Just like this, baby."
She positioned herself on all fours, facing the bedroom door. Jimmy climbed onto the bed behind her, resting on his knees.
"You really like it doggy style, huh?"
"Yes," Nancy admitted in a near-whisper.
Jimmy slapped his mom on the ass and rubbed his cock against her slit.
"You want my cock inside you?"
Nancy let out a whimper as he teased her.
"Tell me, Mom."
"Yes, I... I want your cock. Fuck me, Jimmy, please."
Jimmy grinned and pushed his way inside his mother's pussy. She felt gooey from his cum, but he didn't mind. Nancy began humping her hips backwards, impaling herself on her son's stiff prick.