Punch Drunk Mom

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" she said, increasing the tempo of her rocking up and down on his cock. He could feel her pussy flooding and hear her breath coming faster, and a moment later she bit her lip and cried out softly, her hips twitching and jerking as she came. She pushed down hard on his cock, her hips twitching again and again, her mouth falling as she gasped for breath, caught up in the sensations of the powerful orgasm that was ripping through her body. Jesse had never seen a woman cum like this before and was so fascinated with watching it that he never had to think about not cumming himself -- he was far too engrossed in watching his mom's orgasm. He kept his hands on his mom's big tits, squeezing them hard as she came, and when her orgasm finally ended it left her panting and gasping for breath. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, panting as she smiled.

"Oh my God, that was good!" she whispered, sitting still with his cock still trapped inside her and his hands still gripping her tits. She put her hand on the back of one of his and squeezed it gently, smiling down at him. "You made me cum so good, sweetie! Thank you so much!" she said, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the lips before sitting up again. One side of her mouth turned up in a smile as she spoke again, a devilish look in her eyes.

"But now it's your turn to cum," she said as she began to move again, rocking on top of him and sliding her pussy up and down on his hard cock. "I want you to cum inside me, baby," she said, her voice a breathless whisper. "I want to feel your cock pumping inside me as you fill me up with your hot cum!" she said, increasing her tempo as she spoke. She rode him like this for several minutes, looking down at him and smiling, his hands still gripping her tits as she continued to ride his hard cock.

Jesse was in heaven. He knew he would be cumming very soon and couldn't help but wish that he could stay like this forever, but his mom had other plans. She changed the way she was riding his cock, leaning forward and keeping her upper body still as she lifted her hips up and down, changing the angle at which her pussy engulfed his cock. She also increased the pace, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock faster and making the bed bounce with her movements. Jesse could feel his orgasm quickly building up inside him, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

"Cum for me, sweetie, cum inside me and fill me up with your sweet seed!" she gasped as she rode his cock harder and faster, pounding her hips up and down as she shoved her pussy down onto his cock.

That was all it took. Jesse came almost as soon as the words left her mouth, stifling a groan and gripping her tits harder than ever as his hips bucked upward with the intensity of his orgasm. Laura gasped loudly as she felt his cock explode inside her, continuing to pound her pussy up and down on his cock as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her. She bit her lip as she looked down at him, smiling at the sexual pleasure she knew she was giving him. When she felt the pumping of his cock begin to slow she sat down on his cock and pushed down hard, burying his cock as deep inside her as she could and holding it there as the final spurts of cum shot out of his dick into her wet pussy. When his orgasm was finally over it left him shaking and gasping for breath, and Laura felt his body relax beneath her as his hands fell away from her breasts. She sat upright, pushing her pussy down on him a little harder as she rested her hands on the tops of her thighs. She stayed still for several long moments, just looking down at him and smiling as he caught his breath. When he finally opened his eyes and looked up at her he saw her smile and smiled back as he spoke.

"Holy shit, Mom!" he said, panting for breath. "That was incredible!"

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" she asked, teasing him.

"Oh, hell yes!" Jesse replied, meaning it. She leaned over and put her hands on either side of his shoulders, holding her face just inches away from his.

"I'm glad, sweetie!" she whispered, then kissed him softly and briefly before sitting up again, smiling as she spoke.

"And as much as I would love to stay here like this, I think it's time for me to go before your father comes to and starts looking for me," she said.

"Yeah, that would be bad," Jesse said. Laura reluctantly got up, letting his softening cock slip out of her pussy as she swung one leg over him and put her foot on the floor, standing up and wobbling just a little bit from either still being drunk or because of the orgasm she had just had, or maybe a combination of both. She stood still for a moment as her head cleared, then looked down at Jesse still lying on the bed and smiled. Then she bent over and kissed him again, longer this time, the tip of her tongue gently caressing his lips before she broke off the kiss and spoke.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie!" she whispered, smiling.

"Merry Christmas, Mom!" he replied, returning her smile. She straightened up and then turned to walk out of his room, albeit a little bit wobbly and unsteady as she walked away. When she disappeared into the darkness of the house Jesse looked up at the ceiling, still in awe at what had just happened. He thought about going to the bathroom and cleaning up, but he didn't want to take the chance on running into his dad along the way and having to explain anything to him. He also wanted to fall asleep with his mom's juices drying on his cock, so he did nothing but lay on his back until his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

This time he didn't dream, as his dreams had just come true.

When Jesse woke up the next morning he managed to get to the bathroom and take a shower without running into either of his parents. He was still processing the events of the previous night and wasn't quite sure how to handle it. He knew he should feel guilty about having had sex with his own mom, but while he did feel guilty about it to a degree he didn't feel anywhere near as guilty as he knew he should. He felt more guilty about having gone behind his father's back and fucking his wife than he did about fucking his own mother, but since it was all said and done he supposed he'd just have to learn to live with it.

It was still pretty early in the morning, and when he walked through the living room on his way to the kitchen he wasn't at all surprised to see that his parents hadn't started to clean things up yet. The room was strewn with empty Solo cups, napkins, disposable plates and flatware, with the occasional empty beer can lying here and there. He was glad to see that the couch was empty, which meant that at some point during the night either his father had come to and gone to his room, or his mom had gone to get him -- after she had cleaned up and put on some clothes, hopefully. In any event the couch was empty, so he continued on to the kitchen. He'd help his parents clean up later when they were ready. Fifteen minutes later he was sitting at the kitchen table eating the breakfast he had made for himself when his mom walked in, smiling at him when she saw him sitting there.

"Good morning, sweetie!" she said brightly without the slightest trace of a hangover. She was wearing her usual weekend attire of a t-shirt, jeans and flat shoes, and not for the first time Jesse noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big, heavy breasts swayed gently beneath her shirt as she walked over to where the coffee maker sat, taking a coffee mug from the stand next to it and pouring herself some coffee.

"Morning, Mom," Jesse replied, a little unsure of how to act or what to say next. She came over to the table and sat down across from him, smiling at him as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Did you sleep good last night, sweetie?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I did," he said, stammering a little as he tried to choose the words for what he was going to say next. "And Mom, about last night...do you...well, do you remember anything...unusual happening?" he asked.

"Like what, sweetie?" she asked, looking at him over her coffee mug and smiling.

"Like...uh, well, like..." he started to say, but his mom cut him off.

"Like me coming into your room and seducing you in your own bed while your father was passed out on the couch? Something like that?" she said, smiling sweetly at him over her coffee mug as she took a sip. "Yes, sweetie, I remember it quite well!"

"You do?" he replied, not knowing what else to say.

"I do, yes," she replied, nodding at him. "I also remember that both of us enjoyed it immensely -- at least I know I did, and I'm pretty sure you did as well considering that you were still leaking out of me this morning!"

"Jeez, Mom!" Jesse said, both surprised and aroused at her choice of words. Laura chuckled at him as she spoke again.

"Oh, don't worry, Jesse, your father is still sleeping it off and won't wake up for several hours yet," she said, putting her coffee mug down on the table. "Unlike him I don't get hangovers and don't need to sleep away most of the next day like he and so many other men I've known need to do."

"Okay, if you say so," he said, not knowing what else to say. His mom reached over and put her hand on his, looking him in the eyes as she spoke again.

"Last night was very, very special to me, Jesse, and I don't regret it at all. And neither should you," she said, her voice soft and loving. "But for obvious reasons we need to keep this between just the two of us, okay, sweetie?" she said, still looking him in the eyes.

"Okay, Mom," he said, nodding as he spoke. "This will be our secret, I swear."

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, smiling. "I love you, Jesse."

"I love you, too, Mom," he replied, returning her smile. She let go of his hand and lifted her coffee mug up to her lips to take another sip as he spoke again.

"Do you think...well, do you think it'll ever happen again?" he asked timidly. Laura chuckled a bit before she replied.

"I don't know, sweetie," she said, smiling as she stood up from the table. She looked down at him as she continued, coffee mug in hand. "Let's just wait and see what the new year will bring -- or what the new year's party we're hosting will bring, shall I say? After all," she said, pausing as she turned to walk over to the counter, then putting her now-empty mug into the sink before turning back to face him again, a smile on her face, "you never really know what's going to happen at one of our parties, now do you?" With that she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Jesse sitting at the table with his mouth hanging open.

"No, I guess you don't!" he finally said to himself, a smile crossing his face.

Fini.