8 comments/ 242759 views/ 17 favorites Mom Had a Little Too Much By: tabinma Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age. Hello. My name is Miguel and I live with my mother in the city of Boston. My father passed away when I was quite young and the two of us have been on our own as long as I can remember. This past summer, I graduated from high school and turned eighteen. As the summer wound down, my mother and I were enjoying our fleeting time together before I left for college. Mom was the manager of a department store, a job I know she hated but she never complained. "It pays the bills" was the most she ever offered. One Friday night in late August, my mom arrived home looking completely exhausted. I had been hoping to call some friends and maybe go out somewhere (although an 18-year-old's options are rather limited). "Tough day?" I asked. "You have no idea. Thanks." Mom put down her things and headed for her bedroom. "Honey, are you going out?" she asked over her shoulder. "Maybe. Why?" I replied. "Oh, I was hoping we could cook out tonight, if you didn't have other plans." I knew my mother well enough to know that something was on her mind and that she wanted to talk. In the crowded neighborhood where we live, each house has a tiny backyard, not much bigger than a postage stamp. Still, we put some chairs out there, along with a gas grill and we pack it when we have family over. "Actually, mom, that sounds great!" For just such occasions, we had a freezer full of meat and I proceeded to get some steaks ready. My mother emerged from her bedroom in a pair of blue shorts and a white blouse. She looked as if she were beginning to relax. She tried to help, but I wouldn't have it. "No, you just sit and rest and I'll do everything." Mom complied, but not before reaching under the cabinet for some whiskey. "Hoo, boy," I thought. Mom liked whiskey, on the rocks, although she mostly nursed one drink over the course of an evening. We went into the backyard and settled in. Mom started to explain about her day, which frankly didn't sound so bad, but I just let her go. After we ate, mom poured herself more whiskey, and I thought again, "Hoo, boy." Mom lay on her recliner and slowly said less and less. Her head drooped, and before I knew it, she was breathing deeply. I jumped to grab her drink before it fell, smiling when I saw that it was only the remnants of the ice cubes. Every once in awhile mom got loaded like this, but only at home, and mostly when we were alone. I really didn't see any harm in it, at all. As I clutched my mom's glass, I considered how lovely she looked at that moment. Although she had changed from her work clothes, she still had her makeup on. Green eyeshadow, thick mascara, black eyeliner and bright red lips. My mother's lips are full and puffy. She has long brown hair. Her breasts are not large, but they compliment her 5' 3" frame. She has beautiful legs I can't stop staring at, especially when she dresses up and wears heels. From many trips to the beach this summer, her skin was deeply tanned. At the age of 37, she is a beauty to behold. I thought about this as she lay there now. As I examined her legs, I noticed that she had fallen asleep with her left leg extended straight out and her right leg flat but bent at the knee. I realized that in this position, the shorts she was wearing had opened near her left leg, affording me a look right in. My mom was wearing white panties, simple, cotton, nothing fancy. Intrigued and excited I moved in for a closer look. Mom was breathing heavily. I touched her leg. No response. I moved in really closely and moved the pant leg a little further. Feeling bold, I hooked the edge of her panties with my index finger and pulled them aside. I could hardly believe it. I was staring at my mother's vagina! What was more, it was completely shaved. I had often stolen glances at her crotch when we were together at the beach and I had never seen a hair protruding anywhere. Now I understood why. She didn't move a muscle as I pondered what to do next. I released her underwear and I gently ran my knuckles under her left breast. No response. It seemed as if I had a gorgeous, full-size toy to play with. Suddenly, I was very interested in seeing her entire body naked. I decided to pick her up and bring her back into the house. If she happened to wake up, no harm done. She didn't, and I rested her gently on her bed. I then proceeded to undress her. I unbuttoned her top, revealing her white bra. Carefully, I reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Her breasts seemed to explode softly from behind the bra. It was a little tricky getting first one arm and then the other out from her shirt, but I managed. I then removed her bra and gazed at her perfect breasts. Her nipples were rather large and very dark. Her tan lines were obvious, but the color of her breasts was just a shade lighter than her surrounding flesh. Had mom been sunbathing in the nude? I doubted it, but still... I undid her shorts and slid them off. Then I proceeded to do the same with her underwear. Again, like her breasts, there was only a faint tan line. Finally, I had a really good look at her snatch. I was amazed at how slick and smooth it looked, completely bald. The lips of her pussy were darker than the surrounding areas. I leaned down to see if I could smell something, but I couldn't detect anything. Really playing now, I put one arm under her knees and raised them. The lips of her pussy parted and her butt hole came into view. This was too much for me. I could hardly breathe. My heart felt as if it were going to explode. Surely, the thumping would wake her! I lowered her legs and I pushed down my shorts. Looking over my mother's body, I began stroking my cock. I fantasized that she would wake up, and, without a word, swing her legs over the side of the bed and begin stroking and sucking my cock. I stared at her bright red lips, now slightly parted as she continued her heavy breathing. In an instant, I felt myself start to come. I tried to catch the cum with my left hand, but the first huge streamer landed right on my mom's hip, between her navel and pussy. I managed to catch the rest and then I ran to the bathroom to clean up. I returned to my mom with a warm, damp washcloth and I gently wiped my cum from her hip. Afterward, I pulled the sheets over her and let her sleep. The next morning, we met in the kitchen, and mom was completely apologetic. "Dear, I'm so sorry. I obviously had too much because I hardly remember anything after dinner. I'm sure I wasn't very good company" she confessed. "Not at all, mom" I replied. "You were fine." And I meant every word of it! Mom Had a Little Too Much, Again! Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age. * My name is Miguel and I live with my mother in the city of Boston. My father passed away when I was quite young and the two of us have been on our own for as long as I can remember. This past summer, I graduated from high school and turned eighteen. One Friday night, I heard the key in the front door and I went out to greet my mother, returning from her job as the manager of a department store in town. My mother is a beautiful woman. Not tall at 5' 3", but well proportioned. She has long brown hair that she usually wears up for work. She is extremely style conscious. Her clothes always fit her slim figure very well. Having had me at the age of nineteen, my mom was 37 this past summer. As she opened the door, she looked exhausted, as usual, but also very stressed. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked. "Wait until I tell you" she replied. Mom put down her things and headed for the kitchen. On this occasion, she was wearing a light blue silk blouse and matching skirt. As usual, she was wearing high heels, probably a little too sexy for work, but that was her style. The skirt was just short enough to show off her gorgeous legs. She had on her trademark loop earrings, and she rattled her bracelets as she reached down for the whiskey. "This is going to be good" I thought. After pouring herself a stiff drink, we returned to the living room where my mother settled into her favorite chair. I took a chair opposite her. As mom drank, I noticed that because of how she was sitting, the space between two buttons on her blouse had popped open. I was able to see a bit of her white bra and right breast. "It was close to closing time" she began. "Your Aunt Carla and I were working together. There was almost no one in the store, except for this strange guy, probably about your age, maybe a little older. He didn't seem to be looking at anything except for your aunt and myself. I finally went over to him and said 'Store's closing.' He shrugged and said, 'The clock says you don't close for another fifteen minutes.' Then he asked where the restroom was. I showed him, thinking that would probably get rid of him." At this point my mother finished her drink, left, and returned with another. "After about ten minutes, Carla and I had finished wrapping things up when we realized we didn't know what had happened to the guy. Carla thought he may have gone out the back door, but we had to make sure. I went down the hall to the restrooms, and I tapped on the Men's room door. I didn't hear anything, but I could see that the light was still on and I needed to shut it off before I left." Mom paused and closed her eyes. "I pushed open the door and then I saw him. The guy. Standing in the middle of the restroom, eyes closed, with his dick in his hand, stroking it. When I opened the door, he opened his eyes and stared straight at me. I know I opened my mouth in shock but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his dick. Suddenly, he 'finished.' Then, without a word he pulled up his pants, sneered at me and pushed past me on his way out the back door." Mom paused again with her eyes closed. I could hardly breathe. I was shocked that my mother was sharing this story with me, in such graphic detail. Then again, she had always been completely honest with me. She obviously needed to talk about what had happened, and there probably wasn't a delicate way to describe the events of this evening. "Did you call the police?" I asked. "No, no...he never touched me...it WAS the bathroom..." Mom said, drifting. "Did you tell Aunt Carla?" I asked. "Of course" Mom replied. "Well, what did she say?" I asked. "Ugh...at first she laughed. Then, and you know how she is, she wanted to go see for herself his stuff on the floor. She said she wanted to see how much was there. She got right down and had a good look. Then she actually asked me to describe his dick, exactly how big it was, the color of the head, what it looked like when he was 'finishing.' And she asked me what was going through my mind while I was staring at his dick. What was I thinking about, etc." Mom waved her hand slightly, as if to dismiss the questions. At that moment, I was wondering some of the same things, myself. Trying to be delicate, I said "And, what did you tell her?" With another pull of her drink, and a hand on her forehead, she laughed. "Ha! I told her 'Well, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to him and ask if I could please suck him off'...Ha! That shut her right up." I couldn't breathe. My mother was obviously feeling the effects of the whiskey, and, even if she had used such language with her sister, she never used it around me. Moreover, I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting. Opening one eye, my mother peered at the lump in my shorts. "Jesus, Miguel, I was only kidding..." she whispered. A moment passed. Mom smacked her lips and then slid from the chair to the floor. On all fours, like a lioness, she slowly made her way toward me. I couldn't move. When she reached me, she slid her knees under her and reached inside my shorts and pulled out my dick. She held it with her right fist and moved her head so that her lips were only an inch or so from the tip, and then she asked "You like it when mommy talks dirty?" I didn't answer, but she kept her eyes on me as she pulled my cock into her mouth and began sucking. After only a moment or two of sucking, I could tell she was getting really worked up. She said "Mommy wants you to do something for her." With that, she leaned back and slid off her pantyhose and underwear. Resting on her elbows, with her skirt at her waist, she beckoned me to come over. I stared at her vagina as I made my way toward her. I noticed that it was completely shaved and glistening. I extended my tongue as I leaned in and tasted her pussy. My mother put her hand on the back of my head and began massaging my scalp. "So good..." she whispered. Mom was still the boss, so when ready, she stood me up and removed my shorts. She then turned and placed her hands on the chair. I pushed her skirt up and revealed the globes of her gorgeous ass. With my dick in my hand, I slowly entered her from behind. Mom let out a little moan as I got all the way in. Then we were moving together. My hands found her breasts. I wanted to tear off her shirt and bra so I could actually feel her flesh, but I didn't want to stop, either. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be in Mom's vagina. She was holding me tightly and my pleasure increased with each passing moment. "Ma..." I started. Instinctively, Mom knew I was about to come. She whirled around to face me. Then, dropping to the floor, she grabbed my dick and inhaled it into her mouth. To finish me off, she pumped me furiously with only the index finger and thumb of her right hand. I started coming and she buried my cock into her throat. I shot load after load, and she held on until I was spent. When I had finished, Mom leaned back against the chair and ran the back of her hand over her mouth. She exhaled loudly and then she said, "Well, this night turned out better than it began."