Drunk Mother and Perverted Son

Peter

It is Friday night; I'm in the kitchen preparing a meal for myself. I was going to get the night to myself since mum had arranged to go out with her friend Jean. Mum was upstairs getting ready for her night out. She planned on going to a few bars and said she wouldn't be home until after 1pm. She always worried about me being on my own even though I am 18 years old.

Mum came down the stairs and asked "How do I look?"

I struggled to keep my jaw from dropping when she entered the room. She wore a tight dark blue dress that was low cut and had her breasts bursting out. The only thing that stopped them was those tiny straps over her shoulders otherwise my mother's modesty was at risk.

"Wow! Err great!" I stuttered stupidly. She smiled and started to strap up her black high heels onto the end of her long and smooth legs which were slightly tanned from her recent holiday to Spain.

Her hair was jet black and straightened down past her shoulders and over her forehead. She had bright red lipstick, just adding to the sexy contrast of her appearance.

She received a text from the taxi she ordered and kissed me on the cheek leaving a red kiss behind. The door shut behind her and I went to the window to make sure she was defiantly gone. I've been a bit paranoid while she was in the house because a few weeks prior, she caught me masturbating to my favoured kind of interracial porn. It was hard to masturbate after that because I didn't know when she would walk into my room, although she had learned to knock since.

It wasn't a case of just covering myself up at the time. The covers were on the floor and the remote for the TV that it was streamed on was under the bed. She walked in on me fully naked and going for it, a moment too late and she would have caught me ejaculating on myself. To make matters worse I have an embarrassingly small penis. Its just about 4 inches hard and the only thing that gets it hard is watching well-endowed black men destroying white women.

My mother saw everything that night. I tried to apologise but she said "No, its ok, I should have known better than to walk in like that!"

"I don't always watch that kind of stuff! Just so you don't think I'm weird!" I pleaded with her.

"Its fine if you do! Just be aware that the reality isn't anything like those movies, ok!" She explained to me.

How would I know? I've never touched a woman before.

I watched the taxi turn at the end of the street and went upstairs to prepare my night alone. Finally after two weeks of not masturbating I can have some release.

Emma

As the taxi came closer to the town centre, the driver complimented me for what felt like the 100th time in 5 minutes. "Aw thank you!" was the same polite response he got every other time.

He dropped me off outside the bar and tried to let me off the fare and offered his phone number if I wanted a lift home. I just gave him the money and left and headed into the bar. I could feel his eyes watching me until I was no longer in his sights. That was the usual creepy attention I'm so used to but it does get you free stuff.

Jean was at the bar already chatting to an old man. She had already persuaded him to buy us both a drink and I wasn't even there. We pulled away from him and found a seat by the window. We talked about work and had a catch up with the gossip that Jean is always so well informed on. They were mostly stories about the office slut and who has been sleeping with the boss this week. It was all very hypocritical, since Jean had also slept with the boss.

We had a couple more drinks in that bar before we moved on to the next one. The town was beginning to fill up now. Young boys all dressed smart and young girls all dressed as slutty as they could. I was easily twice their age at 40 but no one would have guessed so. Jean was also very young looking for her age of 41. She had blonde hair and a similar dress to my own but red with matching heels.

We entered the next bar a found it easy for ourselves to get another helpless man to buy us drinks before we blow him off. We stood at a high standing table and carried on our conversation. I noticed a young man chatting to a group of girls nearby who kept looking our way. It was a poor way of chatting up a group of women if you ask me.

Jean and I wanted to smoke so we went out to the back where the music was a bit quieter and many people were smoking. Before we could pull out a pack of cigarettes from our handbags we had many offers to light them up. We accepted someone's lighter and carried on talking, until we were interrupted.

The young man who was chatting to that group of girls had found us. "Hello beautiful ladies!" he said with a smirk and a cocky attitude.

Politely we responded "Hello!" at the same time.

"You two look great! Are you here all by yourselves?" He asked.

Jean was the one who made the conversation back to him "Yes we're alone and helpless and very thirsty!" she said with a giggle.

"Well then, you wait right here and I'll go get some drinks!"

He left us and went to the bar. I turned to Jean and said "Must you lead every guy on?"

"I have to, I didn't bring any money!" she laughed.

"Yes but some guys don't know when they see a lost cause!"

"Oh lighten up, you could use a feller in your life!" she said.

"Not that one, he's all yours!"

"Oh! Great! Thanks!"

The man returned with our drinks and began asking us questions about us such as; where are you from? What do you do for work? The usual stuff that has no interesting developments. He left eventually to go to the bathroom and we took our chance and left.

Peter

I cleaned the kitchen and the dishes after a nicely cooked meal before I went up to the bathroom. I started a shower and began to shave my pubic hair. I preferred to be totally hairless as it helped make it look bigger and felt better when masturbating.

After I was cleaned up I started up the porn search. I found a website that showed many older women known as milfs getting pounded by black men with huge cocks. Some were role plays of a son's friend and some were the classic plumber story lines. I did my best to edge myself as I didn't want to end the fun too soon. I found other threads that were based on the son being caught by his mother going through her panty draw, which inevitably gave an idea.

I leaped from the bed and walked into my mother's bedroom, careful not to misplace anything. I opened all the draws and looked through her panties. They were mostly laced underwear or thongs. It kept me wondering what my mother was wearing under her dress right now. I remembered some of the milfs in the movies didn't wear any underwear at all. I was getting erect thinking of that.

I opened the drawer at her bedside and found one of those magic wand vibrators I've seen get used in the movies. Once I flicked the button it vibrated like crazy. I pressed it against my cock and felt a surge of tingly feelings run through my cock. I had to stop there as I thought it was a bit powerful so I put it back.

I checked through the cupboard and found a large cardboard box full of sexy lingerie and sexy outfits. There was a nurse's one, a maids one, a cat one, a police one, a school girl one and a fishnet one. All I could picture was my mother wearing each one of these outfits for a blank stranger in my head. She must have worn them for some of her previous boyfriends.

Mum had a few boyfriends over the years but they never did last. I overheard her talking to Auntie Jean about how they were just so boring in bed. She told her how none of them lasted long enough for her to enjoy it and was disappointed by their lack of dominance. I wasn't sure what that meant.

I carefully put everything back the way I found it and put the box back. I noticed a smaller box at the back of the cupboard; it was an old shoe box. I pulled it out and opened the lid to see a numerous amount of sex toys. There was a dildo with a suction cup on it, a dildo that vibrated a various size of butt plugs and some handcuffs.

After I studied them and compared the dildos to my own cock, which at this point was rock hard at thought of mum using these toys, I put it all away and went back to my own room.

Emma

We had been to two more bars and had become quite tipsy when Jean spotted her ex-boyfriend outside smoking. Jean wasn't so keen to split from him as he was quite good in the sack, so she says. "I'm just going to say hello to him!" she said, leaving me alone.

"Ok but don't be long!" I pleaded but she most likely didn't hear me.

"Ah! There you are!" a voice from behind me said.

"Oh! It's you!" I said to the man we ditched two bars ago.

"I thought you ran away!"

"No we just found ourselves moving on!" I replied.

"Well I found you now!" he said. He began to talk to me but I never really took much in. It was mostly about how he spends time in the gym and how much his car cost. He moved out the way for a group of people and was knocked forward by a tall black man who was trying to squeeze past. The man took the opportunity to put a hand on my waist and slid it down to my leg. I was quick to push it off hoping to send a signal.

Jean was nowhere to be seen. She had been gone for almost 30 minutes when she came back. "Emma! I'm going to go with Paul! Text me later so I know you're ok!" she said quickly and left, giving me no time to stop her leaving with her ex and getting hurt again.

"Speaking of leaving, what say we go find somewhere a bit quieter?" the man said.

"Err no! I don't think so!" I replied.

"Oh come on! Just somewhere we can talk!"

"We've been talking here!"

"Yeah but I mean really talk!" he said, whatever that meant.

"Listen I'm not leaving with you so I'm just going to go home, bye!" I stepped away and he put an arm out to stop me.

"Look I know you want to, you've been leading me on all night!" he said, changing his tone.

"I really haven't been leading you on at all! That's all in your head!" He grabbed my arm and was about to say something when a large black hand rested on his shoulder.

The tall black man who bumped him into me had intervened. "I think you should let go of her!" he said in a deep voice, calmly.

"I don't really care what you think!" the man replied stupidly.

"Listen mate! If you want to cause a scene then feel free! Hit me if you like but those security guards are watching you! You'll be out of here before you know it!" said the tall black man. The smaller man backed off and walked away. "He didn't hurt you did he! I'm sorry you have to deal with things like that! Where's your friend?" he asked.

"She has left with her ex-boyfriend! Thank you for stepping in!"

"That's no problem at all!" he said as he pulled out a cigarette. I took in how tall he really was. He must 6 feet 3 at least. As I looked him over I noticed how well built he was. His shoulders were broad and his chest was wielding a perfect set of pecs. His T-shirt was hugging his body and I could see his abs and other muscles I didn't know men had. He clearly worked hard on his body.

He gestured me to take a cigarette and I took one, even though I was about to leave. "I'm Emma!" I said, almost foolishly.

"Marcus!" He replied as he extended a hand, to which I took and shook hands. "That man should have given up a long time ago!"

"You mean hitting on me?" I laughed.

"Yes! His technique was wrong anyway!" Marcus said confidently.

"Oh really! What makes you an expert at chatting up women?" I said sarcastically.

"I run a dating agency and give seminars to men who hope to become more interactive with women in different scenarios!"

"Oh! Well ok maybe you are an expert then!" I said with a giggle. "What should he have done differently?"

"He should have gauged your body language and moved as you moved! But it really depends on what he wants! If he wants your number then bragging isn't the right way! He should have focussed on what you like and then after holding a few conversations just asked for your number and left you alone regardless of the answer! Being honest goes further!"

"What if he wanted to take me home?" I asked.

"Well! To be the kind of guy who has one night stands, you need to be charming and funny and honest! If you stop smiling he's failed!"

"And what is it you want?" I said smiling.

"I want to meet new people because I'm new in town! It would be nice not to spend every night in a hostel right now!"

"Oh I see! You want me to take you home?" I said laughing drunkenly.

"Well I didn't say that but if it's an option then I'm open to it!"

"Well if my son is in bed then maybe but I'm not sure about you! You aren't my usual type of guy!" I said.

"You mean black? That's ok! My size can put people off!"

"I didn't mean that I wouldn't, I just meant, err, well I! What do you mean size?" I asked curiously, was he talking about what I think he is?

"You know!" he said "My height and muscular build can put women off sometimes!"

"Oh! I thought you meant your err, you know what they say about black guys!" I said giggling.

"Oh you thought I meant my cock? You have a dirty mind!" he said laughing with me.

After a brief moment of laughing fits I came to my senses and began to feel how drunk I was. "Is it true then? What they say!"

"Why don't you find out for yourself, I'd hate to ruin the surprise!" he said in a serious voice.

"I don't know! Maybe!"

"Do you believe in chance?" he asked.

It was a weird question but I was curious as to where this was going. "You mean fate? Yes! Why?"

"Why don't we leave it to fate then? I'll escort you home and if your son is in bed then maybe you'll find out! If not then you will never know! I won't leave my number, I'll just leave!" he held out his hand. And for some reason I took it and all I could think of was the porn I caught my son watching two week ago.

We collard a taxi and stepped in and I gave the driver my address. "Is he usually in bed at this time?" Marcus asked me.

"Its half past 11, he might be!" I said as I put my head on his solid shoulder "I hope he is now!" I said with a giggle.

Peter

I found a hot video of a milf being fucked hard by a big black guy. It was somehow thrilling to watch when I imagine my own mother in these videos. The house was dark and the only light was in my bedroom from the big TV. I was naked and I was beating away at my smooth shaven small penis. The TV was the only noise apart from the odd groan I made to stop myself from cumming as I had done all night.

I was ready now though; ready to erupt my sperm up onto my belly. I could feel the deep breath you take before the plunge. As I felt it I heard a sound of keys jingling and a locks turning, mum was home. I leapt up and grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Quickly I put my pyjamas on and jumped into bed almost out of breath. I lay under the covers facing away from the door.

I heard mum come up the stairs quietly and carefully. Obviously she had been drinking so she must have been careful not to make noise if she thought was asleep. I heard her get to the top and saw a silhouette appear at the door as she stuck her head around. I made a heavy breathing sound so I sounded asleep. She always had a habit of checking on me as I was a baby. She disappeared and went back down stairs.

I could hear her whispering and shut the door behind her and then made her way back up the stairs. Perhaps she forgot to close it. A light turned on, lighting up the hall way and I saw her shadow go past, followed by another. Then I heard a deep voice as her bedroom door shut behind the second shadow.

Mum had brought someone home with her. It wasn't very often she did this but usually she had a boyfriend that I'd met before. Obviously I'll meet him tomorrow.

I realised that I needed to pee, so got up and very carefully and quietly made my way to the bathroom next to my room. I made sure not to turn on the light and make use of the moon light through the window.

As I left the bathroom I noticed that the door to my mother's bedroom wasn't fully closed. There was light shining through the gap that I could easily fit my head into. For a moment I was possessed. I kept moving to the light. I was slowly pushing my head through the gap.

Mum was on her knees and was no longer in the sexy blue dress. She was wearing only a black thong that was more string than anything else. The sounds of slurping were coming from her mouth, or rather what was in it. There was a huge muscled black man standing in front of her. All of a sudden my porn films were now a reality. His cock was huge.

It was as thick as a coke can and easily 9 inches or more in length. He was thrusting slightly as my mother sucked on his huge black cock. She was gagging slightly at every thrust. I could see his huge balls swinging forwards and backwards. They could easily be the size of tennis balls.

Marcus

Once again I was thrusting down the mouth of another sexy white woman. They are always curious about black guys. When they see what we are packing its straight down on their knees, it's too easy.

This Lady in particular though was something special. She was smoking hot and up for it. I love older women who have never experienced big black cock. She was handling it well.

She started to go deeper on my huge black cock. Almost being able to call it deep throat. She gagged and coughed on it and pulled up to stroke it while she regained her breath. The next thing I know she is motor boating my huge black balls. They are smothering her face and smudging her lipstick.

I pull her up off her knees and spin her around. I run my hands down her body and press my huge cock into her arse cheeks and slip a hand down her panties. I start rub away at her already wet pussy. She responds with thrusts onto my hand and back onto my big black cock.

My hands run up to her breasts. They are the softest pair of titties I've ever held. I'm kissing her neck and grinding up against her. It's going well, she loves it. At least I thought she was when she let out a scream. "PETER! WHAT THE HELL ARE DOING?" She shouted.

Her son was peering his head around the door, watching as I aroused his mother before his eyes and as she had aroused me. The fact that he was watching made me even more so.

She leaped forward after her son, leaving me standing in her room, naked and fully erect. The lights came on from the hall way. "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT MY SON MASTURBATING WHILE WATCHING ME HAVE SEX!" She screamed at him.

I looked into the hall way and she had hold of him by the arm. She was still naked apart from the thong she wore, I wasn't sure if she remembered that.

"Err! I-I-I-err!" he was petrified, poor kid.

I stepped out into the hall way and intervened at my own risk. "Emma! Let the boy go, c'mon, he's just curious that's all! Remember what you told me in the taxi? About when you caught him two weeks ago?" I was stood there naked and my huge cock was dancing in the air in front of me on display for them both.

She let go of him and he just stood there looking terrified to move. "Darling, go wait on the bed, I'll be with you in a moment!" I said to her.

"I can't even look at him right now, god I'm so embarrassed!"

She lefty me and the lad alone on the landing and like a good girl she sat on the bed. "Listen son! Your mother told me what happened the other week! Its ok, it's normal! But you need to apologise to her right now because you're ruining my fun and hers!" I said to him, all the while I was still wielding a rock hard erection.

I took him by the shoulder and led him into the room to where his almost naked mother was sat on the bed with her legs crossed. "I think he has something to say!"