I am a 18 year old guy who has discovered of late that danger is a real turn on and that danger and Incest is out of this word-especially if the other party has no idea it is happening. My mom is utterly fantastic as a mom. She does everything a mom is expected to do for her family and I love her.
I would not say my mother was beutyfull, pretty yes, in a plain kinda way. Standing next to me her slim body with its shoulder length brown hair and pert breasts she comes no higher than my shoulders.
As I said, she is a great mom; all my friends think she is fantastic. Everytime they come around there are always fresh snack and fruit juice that they tuck into. Sometimes I think it is her they come to see and not me; she gets on with everyone: I sometimes wonder what they would think if they could see her and my dad at two am on a Sunday morning after their regular night out at a friends house….It has been a ritual since I have been old enough to take care of myself for both my parents to join other friends of theirs at one or other of their houses for, what I can only call, a binge. It has also become a ritual that at around two am on a Sunday morning for both of them to stumble through the front door giggling like a couple of drunk teenagers. I gave up long ago trying to shame them into behaving like normal parents, whatever that means; how they ever get from the taxi that puts them off, to the door, is a mystery. How they ever get up the stairs and into bed is an even greater mistery as they are usually falling over each other on the way to the stairs and up the stairs. more than once I have had to help one or both up to bed and there let them fend for themselves; that is until recently!
Recently I have been noticing how mom when she comes home from one of her binges how sexy she looks in a drunken slutty kind of way. Why I had never seen it before is a wonder. It is only recently, over the past weeks, that I have discovered the pleasures of danger or risk taking.
I am not a bad looking guy and have had my share of dating women, young and not so young. I have had my fare share of sex for my age. Mostly it has been great with only one or two let downs. So succesfull have I been that I am now bored with the whole thing, yes bored. It seems that except fo a few variations it was the same old, in, out, in, out, shake it all about routine. I decided I needed something more, something far more exciting and it was then that quite by accident it happend. It happened in a way I never thought it would nor dreamed of.
As usual on Saturday, mom and dad went out for their regular get together and I was left on my own to watch TV. The evening passed slowly an I dozed off on the couch. I was awakened in the early hours by the front door banging open. I was not shoced or surprised as I knew it was mom and dad comming home, drunk as usual; falling down drunk. In they came into the living room giggling and laughing, fooling around and falling around. As one, without speaking to me the, they made for the stairs up to the bedrooms. I did not bother turning around as I had seen this many times before. I could hear foot steps going up, they seemed to take forever. I assumed both of them had gone up to bed but I was wrong as there were grunting and giggling comming from behind me. I stood up to investigate knowing full well more or less what I would find and sure enough, there was mom trying her best but failing to get to her feet. I knew what I had to do so I went to pick her up but before I could I stopped and looked down at her. Mom was on her knees and from where I was standing I could see that more than enough buttons on her blouse had come open for me to see most of her bra enclosed tits. I was rooted to the spot. I was unable to take my eyes of the pale skin of my mothers breasts. I knew then that what I was looking at I wanted and as if to agree my cock was standing rigid against my trousers. At first I wondered how I could feel at them without mom knowing but it did not take long to realise that if I did it right she would never suspect. it was simple, I would just put my arms around her to pick her up and in doing so, let the slide upwards cmpleatly by accident onto thoes lovely tits, my mothers tits. I was going to feel up my own mother. So there it was, decided. I positioned myself just behind and to one side of moms back, bent down and placed my arms and hands just below my intended target. I got a firm grip and started to lift. As I lifted mother made a groaning sound and grunted with the effort of nearly a dead weight. As I put in more effort and when I deemed the time was right I let my hands slide up and onto my moms breasts. I froze, waiting for a reaction; there was none. I slid my mother to the floor so as I could rest a little and to have a better look at the focus of my desire. My mom never moved, she just sat there with her legs out straight and her head bowed onto her chest. I got on my knees beside her and gazed transfixed. I spoke her name but there was no response. As I looked at her body a strange feeling of fear and lust came over me and I new that I as not going to stop there. Nervously and with a tremor in my hands I reached to her shoulders and grasped, gently, the collar of the blouse and just as gently I slid it down. I exposed most of the top half of her body. I gazed the red bra that covered thoes wonderfull pert tits and I wanted them. I could not stop now, I had to go on so just as gentle as before I slid the shoulder straps of the bra down and let them fall. My hands were shaking now with the lust of the moment, I was out of control. To be continued if this is acepted
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