Stimulating Visit

"Not a lot of women your age can move like that," admitted Evan.

"I've still got it," said Olivia, proudly sticking out her chest.

Evan couldn't help but sneak a peek.

When they got home, Olivia headed straight for the bathroom. "God, that cab ride took forever!" she exclaimed, neglecting to close the door all the way, as she rushed inside.

Evan tried his best to ignore the squirting and splashing sounds coming from the bathroom, and instead went in search of the whiskey bottle. As his head spun, he realized that he had drank a lot -- more than he's had in a long while. His breath reeked of alcohol and his mouth tasted dry. He saw the unfinished cup of coffee that he made earlier today and drained it in one gulp.

"Whew!" said Olivia, coming out of the bathroom. "I really thought I was going to pee myself." Her hair looked tousled and her gait was wobbly. "Where's that whiskey?" she muttered.

Evan grabbed the bottle and poured some in two glasses.

"Cheers!" blurted out Olivia and downed her drink in one go.

Evan took a measured sip, realizing that he had to use the bathroom too. He excused himself and went to take care of his business. When he finished paying his respects to the toilet gods, he turned and stepped onto something, nearly slipping on the tile floor.

"The hell?" he cursed. Under his foot he saw what appeared to be a small piece of black fabric. He poked at it with his foot, squinting down. It was a thong and it looked awfully a lot like the one he saw his mother wearing. Evan looked up and, frowning, stared at the bathroom door. "She must've taken it off while peeing and forgot about it," he reasoned. "She must be pretty drunk if she's losing her underwear." He hesitated, thinking of what to do about it, finally deciding that he should let her know.

"Mom!" he called, coming out of the bathroom. "You left something in there..."

She lay on her side of the bed, facing away, knees bent in front of her, arms tucked under her head.

"Mom?"

She didn't respond. Breathing softly, she slept, exhausted after tonight's festivities.

"Out like a light," Evan said quietly. He looked inside the bathroom at the thong laying on the floor, then back towards the bed. He couldn't see from here, but he realized that his mother was lying there pantyless.

"Damn!" he cursed silently and walked to the kitchen. He picked up his glass of whiskey and began sipping on it while staring at the sleeping figure on his bed. From this angle, in that tight dress, she looked so different. Different enough to be anyone. Just an older woman in great shape.

"What am I thinking?" he chided himself, taking another sip. "Still," something spoke in his mind, "if I walk over there and take a quick peek nobody would know... No way! I'm going to feel so guilty if I did that!" His hands began to tremble. "Nobody will know," reverberated in his mind.

He glanced at the couch. "If I sit on it, I would be able to see." He scowled at that though. "What?" he asked himself. "What am I hoping to see?"

And yet he was on the move. He passed by the bed, past his sleeping mother, without even batting an eye. A few more steps and he was at the couch. He picked a spot right in the middle and sat down. Gradually raising his eyesight, he looked up.

"Oh, damn!" he mouthed, startled by the view. The way his mother's knees were bent and the way her dress rode up, gave him an almost unobstructed view of her exposed pussy. The sight of it was nothing like he could ever imagine. Her smooth, hairless labia were pressed firmly together, her fleshy inner lips just barely peeking out between those pale mouds. At the apex of her slit, he could make out a patch of black, neatly-trimmed pubic hair.

"Damn!" he cursed again, absentmindedly reaching down to adjust the front of his pants. Catching himself, he looked down in dismay. "What am I doing?" he asked himself, shaking his head. "I better just go to sleep."

His heart fluttered in his chest as he stood up. Taking great care to avoid looking at her again, he walked over and turned off the lights. Undoing his pants and unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled them off and threw them aside. Quickly climbing into bed, he lay down as far away from her as possible.

He was wide awake, not an ounce of sleep in him, staring up at the ceiling. He listened to the rapid beat of his heart pounding in his ears. His inebriated mind seemed fixated on the fact that there was a bottomless woman lying next to him. Despite the amount of alcohol he drank, or maybe because of it, his cock began to stir. He shoved a hand inside his underwear and squeezed his awakening manhood. "I shouldn't," he thought, even as his hand began moving along his length. "This is so wrong," sounded the weak voice of his morality. Nevertheless, a part of him seemed to rejoice in an unanticipated wickedness.

Carefully, Evan lowered his underwear and fished out his stiffening cock, only an arm's reach away from his sleeping mother. The street lights outside of the window filled the room with soft, silvery luminescence. As the head of his cock filled out with blood, it seemed to glimmered faintly. He began moving his hand faster, sliding it along his rock-hard cock. The presence of a real naked vagina near him spurring him on.

He couldn't believe his very own mother had such an impressive-looking pussy. "A hell of a lot better than Amanada's," he thought. "And she has those massive tits." He briefly wondered what she might look like completely naked. "God, this is so wrong!" he whispered all the while stroking himself. He closed his eyes, entering a lustful craze, holding the image of her pussy in his mind.

"Evan?"

His hand froze, his whole body going stiff.

"What is... happening, Evan?" Olivia was looking at him over her shoulder.

He snached his hand away and quickly rolled away to his side.

"Are... you... masturbating?" Her words were heavy, sluggish. "Oh. My. You are." She turned her body more towards him. "Evan?"

"I thought you were sleeping!" he blurted out in irritation.

"The bed was shaking. It woke me up."

He didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Did I interrupt?"

"No! It's fine!" he grumbled. "Just go to sleep."

She stared at him for a moment. "You should probably finish. I didn't mean to ruin it for you."

"What? You didn't ruin anything! Ugh! I'm going to sleep. Good night!" His erection was gone, suppressed by the overwhelming sense of shame.

For some reason, she persisted. "Are you sure? You can finish in the bathroom if you'd like."

"I said, it's fine!" His shame was being replaced by a feeling of annoyance at being so reckless. "Just forget about it and go back to sleep."

"You know, it's not good to hold it in, Evan." She held a brief pause, then added: "Do you need help with it?"
"What?" His cock twitched curiously. Evan wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly, or what kind of meaning her words carried. However, he immediately recognized that his cock was reacting already, filling out once again.

"I could help you." Her tone was soft and soothing. "If you'd like."

"What are you talking about?" he asked irritably and turned his head to look at her.

She was propped up on the elbow, staring at him, so very near. "It's clear that you have a lot of frustration built up inside," she said, touching him lightly on the arm. "I could help with that."

Evan felt a jolt run through his body when she touched him. His cock was flexing out to its maximum potential by now. Despite his bodily reactions, a battle waged inside his mind. A lot was at stake here. It was no longer an anonymous, incognito, spur-of-the-moment thing. This was his actual mother offering to help him.

"Help me with what?" He decided to play dumb.

"You know." She made a fist and pumped it in the air. "With that."

Round-eyed, Evan stared back at her as if she was a walking corpse.
"Okay, look," she breathed out and slid off the bed, nimble as a cat. "I'm not going to sleep in this dress anyway." Standing up, she began shrugging the dress straps off her shoulders, one by one. Next, she pinched the dress by its sides and began pulling it down. It came sliding off, revealing her bra, then her belly. It got stuck around her waist as she struggled to work the dress past her hips. Wobbling and wiggling her hips side to side, she finally managed, causing her dress to drop down to the floor.

"Oh, my!" she breathed in suddenly, looking down at herself. "Where is my underwear?"

"In the bathroom," replied Evan, unblinking. In the faint light that filtered through the windows, he could clearly see the long, narrow strip of his mother's pubic hair, stark against her fair skin. "You left it in there."

"Really?" She looked up at him, puzzled. "How much did I drink tonight?"

"I don't know about you." His voice was gastly. "But I had quite a bit."

"So?" She nodded at him. "You want help with that or what?"

Evan realized that his erection was visible to her from that angle and that she was looking directly at it. There was no doubt in his mind what she was referring to, but he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge it.

She put a hand on her hip, shifting her weight to one leg, causing her pubic strip to bend slightly. "Cat's got your tongue?"

Staring back at his bottomless mother, Evan could only nod in response.

"Come on! It'll be quick!" She was on the bed before she finished saying those words. On her hands and knees, she crawled right up to him and, not wasting any time, reached out to grasp his erection.

Evan felt his body tense, in response to her touch.

"Wow," she breathed out. "You're really hard."

Evan didn't dare to speak. His mind was in turmoil. His primal instinct was yearning for a woman's touch, but his conscience seemed to be waking up. The darkness helped, however, hiding the reality behind a dim veil of ambiguity. She was a woman after all, and one with quite an appealing physique. If only he could hold at bay the fact of their kinship long enough to enjoy the moment.

Her grip on him was surprisingly firm, as her hand began moving up and down. Slow but steady, she jerked his cock with practiced proficiency. Evan didn't dare to look at her face, keeping his eyes locked on his manhood in her hand.

"It has grown since the last time I saw it," she purred, peeling his foreskin all the way back, exposing the oblong head of his cock. "It's a nice size."

Evan tried not to hear.

"Not big, but not small either," she continued, stroking him faster and faster. "Very nice indeed. Girls are going to like it. Trust me on this."

Evan did his best to ignore her. The last thing he needed right now was to hear his mother's voice. He just wanted to cum and be done with this strange encounter. And yet, he didn't feel like he was getting any closer.

Her hand was a blur now, filling the room with sounds of her jerking his cock.

"Are you getting close?" she asked, sounding out of breath. "My hand is getting tired."

He remained silent, staring at his cock like his life depended on it.

"Evan?" her hand slowed down. "Are you close?"

"Not yet," he croaked, his throat tight.

"Alright," she exhaled. "Let's do this another way."

Before the question could form in his mind, she brought her head down, taking him into her mouth. Just like that.

"Ugh!" he groaned, his body shuddering, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Her mouth felt hot and humid on his incited member. She took about half of his length inside and held him still. Her tongue began to gently caress the sides of his shaft, her lips forming a tight seal around. Slowly, she began moving her head, sliding her lips along his length until she held just his glans between them. Like a suction cup, her mouth sucked the swollen head of his cock before her head reversed and began moving back down.

It seemed like an eternity ago that he received his first and only blowjob from his now ex-wife. Amanda didn't seem to like it and never did it to him again. And now, his own mother was voluntarily performing oral on him, and it felt better than he ever thought it could.

The feeling was so incredible that Evan almost forgot who was giving him the blowjob. In fact, with her mouth wrapped around his cock and her hair falling around her face, she hardly looked like his mother. She resembled a pornstar more than a loving, caring parent and a devoted wife. It was getting hard to concentrate and think about anything else other than her mouth on his cock.

Her mouth was really wet by now, as if salivating, causing her lips to glide effortlessly along his meat. He was so hard that his shaft, with its slight upward curvature, seemed cemented in place. She had to lean forward to adjust for its angle, causing the mass of her breasts to swing forward, threatening to pop out of the bra. She worked her head with determination, filling the room with wet, slurping sounds.

"Aah!" she gasped, all of a sudden, his cock popping out her mouth. She looked at him, with an odd craze to her eyes. "I'm sorry, honey," she whispered, her voice heavy. "This is too much for me." She moved towards him, positioning her body over his, her bra-clad breasts swaying before his face. "It's been so long, I need this," she hissed softly to him. She positioned her hips directly above his crotch and pressed them down, expertly skewering herself onto him.

With startling ease, Evan's cock slipped inside his mother.

"Oh!" she gasped, a strong whiskey smell on her breath. "Oh, my!" She pressed her hips down harder, causing him to slide deep into her surprisingly wet pussy. "My god," she breathed. "It has been too long." Throwing her head back, she sat atop him, pressing her ass firmly against his thighs.

"Wow!" she breathed out. "Feels amazing!" She began moving her pelvis back and forth, grinding herself atop his crotch.

Evan was both mortified and extremely turned on. He couldn't believe that he was balls deep inside his mom, while she grinded on top of him.

"Oh, oh, yes!" Olivia moaned, her eyes half-closed. "Aah! Like that. Yes!" She looked down at him, her eyes unfocused. "I can't believe it, but I'm already getting close. Uh-ah!" She moved her hips up. "Oh, yes. I'm going to cum soon." She began bouncing her ass up and down, her son's cock dipping in and out of her well-lubed cunt. "Oh, god. Oh, my god! Here it comes... Yes, yes, yes! Uh, fuck! Cumming!" She brought her knees forward and squeezed them together, driving her ass all the way down. "Oh, my god! Oh, baby! Yes!" She ground herself atop him, her body shuddering irregularly.

Eyes wide, Evan watched his mother climax on top of him. She gasped and groaned, as her body wreathed under waves of orgasm. Evan would never have guessed that his mother was so vocal during sex. Then again, he never had to think about something like that before.

"Phew!" she breathed out finally, regaining her senses. "That was... wow!" She looked down at him and cringed. "Umm... Are you okay?" She bit her lip apologetically.

Evan only nodded in return.

She smiled. "It's your turn then." She reached back and unclasped her bra, freeing the mass of her breasts.

Given everything else, Evan almost forgot that her bra was still on. But now, as her tits spilled out into view, he couldn't help but stare at them. Big and heavy, they hung impressively, spreading in opposite directions on her ribcage. Their pale, pillowy mass was adorned with dark areola and thick nipples. Despite her age, her tits still looked quite full, resembling great, elongated honeydew melons.

"Want to change positions?" she asked, breaking his moment of awe.

It seemed that all Evan could do was nod.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, his slick member slipping out of her with ease.

Evan felt the wet stain she left as she got up. His eyes went immediately to his crotch, where everything glistened from the abundance of her juices.

Her eyes followed his. "Oh! I'm sorry! It's been so long since the last time." She looked back up with an apologetic smile. "So? How do you want me?"

Evan shrugged, avoiding her eyes. It was good to know he was still able to communicate without words.

She cocked her head to the side. "How about doggy?"

He never thought he would hear such words, in that context, coming from his own mother. Nevertheless, he appeared to have no intentions of passing up the chance.

Seemingly all too willing, Olivia plopped down and got to her hands and knees. Her heavy tits hung down, all the way to the sheets. Turning her head, she looked expectantly at him and suggestively stuck her ass up.

Evan tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. There was a chill forming in the pit of his stomach. It was too late to back out, he reasoned. His mother was already in position, awaiting him. He willed himself up and waddled on his knees to get behind her.

She was glistening everywhere between her legs. With her ass up and her knees wide, her pussy was completely exposed. Her enlarged from arousal inner labia spread before him, her pink insides laid bare. Her froze, seeing his mother in such an obscene light, as doubts began tugging at his chest. "It would be weirder to stop now," he told himself and scooted closer in.

"Ohhh!" she let out the moment he slid his cock back inside. "Don't hold back," she whispered. "Go as hard as you want, honey. I don't mind."

"Thanks, mom," he was about to say, but caught himself. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Evan placed a shaking hand on one of her buttocks. With its velvety-smooth skin, her ass felt quite solid under his palm. He continued sliding further inside, bit by bit, until he felt his hips press against her rear.

Evan paused to savor the sensation of being deep inside a woman's pussy. This one was so wet that it felt almost buttery. Even though he wouldn't exactly describe it as tight, it seemed to be sucking him in. The warm, engulfing sensation was phenomenal. Overtaken by instincts, he grasped her by the hips and began thrusting. In and out, his cock sloshed inside of her welcoming vagina. She began whimpering softly, which caused him to speed up even more. Within moments, the sounds of their overly-wet intercourse seemed to drown out everything around them.

"Ugh!" he grunted, about a minute into it. He felt that familiar feeling building at his tip, and knew that the end was nigh. "I'm not going to last much longer," he whispered.

"Do it!" she said with determination. "Cum inside of me!"

Hearing her say that was the last drop in the bucket. "Argh!" he bellowed, clutching her hips tight. His cock began exploding at that moment, spewing a mighty load inside.

"Yes! Cum for me! Oh, god! Yes, baby! Yes! I'm coming too! I'm coming again!" she yelped and ground her ass back into him, much like she did earlier on the dance floor. "Oh, Evan! Oh, baby! Yes! Fuck, yes!"

He doubled over her, heaving from the exertion. His mind swam in a soup of ambiguous thoughts. The only thing he could comprehend was having experienced the most incredible sensation. He was barely aware of his mother squirming under him, reveling in her second orgasm.

He was still inside of her, when his cock finally stopped twitching and began to soften. As his euphoria passed, the feeling of guilt reared its ugly head. "What the fuck have I done?" he demanded of himself. His limp member slipped out of her on its own accord, and Evan collapsed on the bed, feeling ashamed and exhausted. "Fuck!" he cursed silently, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm a fucking idiot!"

His mother lay next to him, panting laboriously. Evan wondered if she felt as guilty as he did right now. He could only imagine the awkwardness that awaited them tomorrow. What would he say to her? Could he blame it all on the alcohol?