Coming Home Tipsy to Mom

All characters are over the age of 18

I had just enjoyed my first adult party with alcohol. As a senior in high school, this was the coolest thing I'd ever been to. At an apartment in the same complex that my mother lived, there were at least 15 people enjoying a pay per view wrestling show with beer and whiskey mixed with coca cola. I was the only one still 18, as I assumed much of the crowd was mid 20s from the local air force base and there were real women there. It was a blast, and I totally was able to partake in a couple of beers and a glass of jack n coke.

I stayed and was social for a good couple of hours but with the alcohol tolerance of a virgin, I decided to just go home before I felt myself pass out on the couch and worry my mother.

She was home alone, as she was single and we lived in an apartment with one bathroom and two bedrooms that shared a wall. I never minded the close quarters as I was typically out doing sports or some other after school activity as I prepared for college the next fall.

As I found our door and let myself in, it was dead quiet, not even the sound of a tv. I peeked into my mother's bedroom to see her lying still beneath the covers and I went in to gently kiss her forehead goodnight before I went to my own room.

She was lying on the far side of the bed, and when I got my not-remotely-sober body onto the bed to reach her, it recurred to me how soft and warm her big bed was, and I just put my head on the pillow and was asleep immediately.

I woke up suddenly in the night. It was hot and still and deadly quiet. It must have been 3 or 4 am.

More of a surprise, I was on my left side, my left arm under her pillow, holding my mother tight to my body, and spooning her intimately with my right arm around her torso. It felt so comfortable, like sleeping with a girlfriend. I immediately felt the swell of her heavy, soft, maternal breasts in her silk nightgown against my forearm, and marveled at the sensation, with the smell of her long brunette hair in my face.

It was hot, and I was sweating, but I didnt want to move in that moment. I just enjoyed her pressed to me for the longest as my hormones rose and a perverse desire filled me.

What if I just, ever so gently, let my hand fall to her swollen bosom and felt my first womanly titty? I wrestled with this intrusion for an agonizingly long time before I decided there would be no harm, and I could always feign sleep if she woke. Why had I gotten so turned on this way? What was happening? It didnt matter. I was determined to feel a breast in my still tipsy state.

I agonizingly slowly lifted my right arm, and let it come down again, with the palm of my hand covering a half-silk-covered mommy-breast.

It was glorious! I couldnt believe I was feeling a woman up! It didn't matter that this big tit belonged to my own mother, but rather made it feel safe and ok. I pushed further and ever so gently kneaded it in my right hand, almost imperceptibly slowly. This was the biggest thrill of my life and I realized that my dick had become erect, fueled by this illicit, incestuous activity.

The fullness overfilled my hands, and the fat of her natural tit was so squishy and comforting in a way I was unprepared for.

I continued gently squeezing like it was my first titty, and indeed it was.

As she murmured in her sleep, I stopped my ministration until she was deeply out again.

But as I prepared to get up and leave the room, I felt my mother's large gummy nipple harden in my palm. I was insatiable, and gloried in the feel of her excited flesh, warm in my naked, clammy hand. I squeezed firmly and full of lust and she murmured again.

I felt myself precumming, and wondered how I could leave now. It was so perfect. My dick was straining against my shorts, and I had a handful of the big, heavy tit of my sweaty, sleeping mother.

She stirred and I froze, still holding her tight. She actually turned halfway to notice who was in bed with her, and I flinched.

"It's ok, honey" was all she said, and laid back down, this time bringing her hand over mine to hold it in place on her massive, doughy titty.

I was shocked. I didnt know if she was half asleep, drunk like me, dreaming about my father, or what. Even so, I felt so comfortable in knowing she was allowing my intrusion, and encouraging me to be free with her in her bed.

"Mom, is this ok?" I whispered. It did not feel ok, but I never wanted to leave my mom's bed and her soft, heavy breasts that I had been groping deliciously.

"Yeah, it's fine." She said in a sleepy, but not asleep tone.

I began to freely massage her big jugs as I heard her moan gently and assuringly. My right hand, out of sight, squeezing and lifting her right breast then stroking over her engorged nipple with my palm.

As I got friskier, and she accepted being felt up of her own free will, I asked the bravest question of my life.

"Mom... can I see them?"

I felt a bomb go off in my head while I realized she did not immediately reply.

But she didn't have to.

She rolled to her back, and pulled down her silk nightgown, and there before me, were my own mother's enormous, white tits. Both nipples were rigid and full like fuschia gummy bears. She held still, eyes closed, offering me to touch her as I pleased.

"Oh mom... oh my god mom... I can't believe it. They're so beautiful!" I sputtered like an excited schoolboy, which I was.

I rolled my mother's heavy breasts about her chest with both hands like an overly zealous pizza maker, delighting in the feel of her warm, blubbery tits.

"Could I... maybe..."

"You want to suck on your mama?" She asked knowingly, completing my sentence.

"You can go back on the tit for a minute." She said, crudely. Her eyes still shut.

I immediately swooped to her chest, and lifted her round boob, her stiff nip protruding like a horny girl's.

"Thank you." was all I whispered as I planted my warm, open mouth atop her peak, and sucked lightly. I let her nipple slide to between my lips as I made like I was drinking from her again, and sucked sweetly. My eyes closed and enraptured in this new sensation, suckling as I had only ever suckled one woman, my own mother's proud titty.

''Mmmmm... yeah." She lightly moaned and I moved back and forth between her huge tits over and over, sucking more heartily every time.

"I love you mom. I needed this." I whimpered.

"I love you too, baby honey." She spoke to me in the same way she had all my life, and I had never been more content than when I nursed at my own willing mom.

"We need to get to bed." She said.

I was upset and maybe a little afraid that this new slice of heaven would be gone forever, but as she turned away from me, she placed my hand back on her tit, pulling me over her, and letting me spoon again.

My cock was rigid and sore and desperately leaking precum. I wanted to excuse myself as I felt for my dick, longing for release, but she stopped me.

Mom let go of my hand, and reached below to pull up her nightgown around her belly, and fished for my dick in my shorts.

"You can push up close to your mama, son." She sighed.

I knew we couldn't have sex, but I had been given permission to hold my mother's mostly naked body next to my throbbing groin. We could do everything but the deed, and I was happy with that.

I pulled her to me, and humped my thick, wet cockhead up into the cleavage of her buttcrack and held her to me by her bloated titty, loving this special hug she was allowing.

As we ground together and enjoyed the sensations of eachother, it didnt take long before I felt an uncontrollable orgasm rising.

"mmmmmmmmm" I muttered, and she no doubt knew what would take place.

I made no attempt to dislodge my dick from my mother's fat, sweaty ass, and instead humped up sharply, squeezing her oh so tightly. Oh my god... I was going to cum! WITH MY MOM!

I could feel her wiggling her hips on me, wordlessly urging me to completion, and thats when I felt the tight, rigid ring of my mom's asshole pressed against my cockhead.

I humped into her sensitive hole but twice before I let out the deepest grunt of my life, accompanying an unholy release of semen from way down in my oedipal soul.

"Mom! I'm cumming inside you!" I said, even though I had not penetrated her, in my mind, I was inside of her; her pussy, her ass, everything. I was home. And I let go.

"UUUGGGHHHHH MOOOMMM!!!!!

I felt the first heavy welt of pent up, thick sperm travel from my prostate and nuts and cock, and burst into the tight confines of my mother's fat, sexy butt.

I came so hard it hurt and I wailed.

"Oh MOOOMMM!"

She kept stiring my dick in her crack, milking me expertly, and I squirted and squirted and squirted, painting my own mother's asshole and pussy slit with my incestuous wad of sperm.

"I'm cumming mom! Oh mom, is this ok? oh god. Uuummmpphhh!" She silently kept circling her hips, and held my hand tight to her chest, as I squeezed her heavy titty like a man.

My ejaculation was to this day, harder and more full than anything I've ever experienced and I felt so loved, understood, and safe, spurting my release up my mommy.

"oh mom, mom... mom... mom..."

I continued, unable to make more words, as my testicles tried to breed with my mother's ass.

It was a warm, sticky, gooey mess in her butt, but we knowingly both loved it. I stayed there, and made no attempt to pull out, as if my instincts wanted to make sure she was pregnant. Was I still a virgin? It did not feel that way. I caught my breath, my cock lodged in her fat, soaking wet, rear.

Only she whispered.

"shhh shh shhh sweety honey. Sleep now."