I was about 13 when I woke up one night to find my mother passed out on the couch. She had gone out on a date and gotten back some time during the night. I tried to wake her up to go to bed but she was totally out of it. An earthquake wouldn't have been able to make her open her eyes. I'd seen her like this before, and I would usually just leave her wherever she was and go back to sleep.

This night, however, was different. I had just woken up from a dream. I was with my mother. We weren't having sex, but we were sort of kissing and hugging. My mom was naked, I think, and I knew that if I didn't wake up I'd find a mess in my shorts when I did. Somehow I was able to wake up. My cock was still hard, but I felt like I had to take a piss, so while I was making my way to the bathroom I found my mom.

Then I began to wonder what my mother really looked like without any clothes on. I'd never seen her naked. I'd seen her in a bikini, and once I saw her wearing only a bra and panty, but that was it. I looked at her lying on the couch, dead to the world, and I suddenly got the idea that this would be the perfect opportunity to find out. All I'd have to do would be to unbutton her blouse and pull up her skirt and I'd see everything. Instantly I forgot all about taking a piss.

I pushed my mother a couple of times and yelled as loud as I could, right into her ear, just to make sure that she wasn't going to wake up. She didn't even move. Confident that nothing could go wrong, I began to unbutton my mother's blouse.

My hands were shaking but I was finally able to undo all of the buttons. My cock was throbbing when I opened her blouse and saw the lacy red bra she had worn. It barely covered her tits, and I wondered how something so small could hold so much flesh. I was going to just pull her bra down so that I could see my mother's tits, but then I saw the front clasp that held it together. I carefully undid the snap and suddenly my mom's tits spilled out. Her left tit sort of stayed where it was, but her right tit slid down to the side and hung lazily off-centered. I was amazed at their size, and how beautiful they looked.

I dared myself to squeeze one of them. I reached out and grabbed her right tit, amazed at how firm and heavy it felt. I squeezed it gently, constantly watching my mother's eyes to see if there was any reaction to what I was doing. Nothing. I squeezed it harder, and then I grabbed her left tit too. In no time I was getting carried away, pulling and stretching my mother's tits, slapping them together and twisting her nipples. I was having fun. By the time I finished my mother's tits were covered with bright red marks.

I then turned my attention to my mother's crotch. I lifted the front of her skirt up, pushing it into a pile on her waist. I found it kind of cute that her panty matched her bra, and I was surprised by its small size too. I leaned forward, shoving my face as close as I could into my mother's crotch as I pulled the front of her panty to one side.

I was greeted by a nicely cropped forest of pubic hairs. I studied their curl, noticing how some of her hairs were tightly twisted into neat little ringlets, while others were stretched out like useless springs. Right in the middle there was a slight puffiness, distinctly divided in half. I knew that this led to my mother's vagina, (I'd been on the internet), and I wanted to see more.

I pulled at the front of my mother's panty again, but it didn't give as much as I wanted it to. Made desperate now by a sexual hunger I had never known before, I decided that I would take her panty off. I tore and yanked at my mother's underwear, hearing it's stitching rip at my efforts. I then pushed and rolled her body, struggling to lift her unconscious body until finally I was able to pull her panty down to her knees.

Again I shoved my face between my mother's legs as my fingers dove into her trimmed garden of pubic hairs. My fingers dug at the lips of her pussy, pulling them apart and revealing the bright pink flesh that they hid. Immediately I knew that I wanted to feel what it would be like to put my hard cock inside of my mother's pussy.

I was like a madman as I pulled my mother's panty past her feet and threw it to the floor. I then took my pajama bottoms off and instantly laid between my mother's legs, trying to shove my hard cock into her. But, her legs were still too close together and I couldn't reach.

Quickly, I grabbed my mother's left leg and lifted it up and over the back of the couch. It immediately started to roll back down so I pushed it back as far as I could. I then grabbed her right leg, shoving it off of the couch as far as it would go, using an end table to keep it in place.

Again I dove between my mother's legs, ramming my hard cock into my mother's crotch, but still I failed to succeed. Finally, I pulled the lips of her pussy apart with my fingers and placed the head of my cock between them. I pushed as hard as I could, finding the resistance I felt to be enormous. It was almost as if my mother's body had erected some sort of defense to stop anyone from fucking her if she was asleep.

Doing a quick bit of problem solving, I figured that a bit of lubricant might help my situation. I immediately headed for the bathroom, thinking that some water might help. Halfway there, I then thought that some vegetable oil might work even better. I did an immediate 180 and ran to the kitchen.

I poured some cooking oil into my hand and rubbed it over my cock. Just as I was about to put the bottle away, I thought that dumping some into my mother's pussy might work even better. So, that's what I did.

Like magic, my hard cock was inside my mother's pussy, sliding in and out of her hole like a slippery eel, making this sort of sloshing sound. I was going in and out of her like an out of control piston. I found it kind of funny as I watched her tits bounce up and down with every thrust I made with my cock.

Anyways, it didn't take long before I had to cum. I held on as long as I could, enjoying every second that my cock was inside of my mother because I knew that this would be the one and only time that this would ever happen. When I couldn't hold it back any longer, I pulled my cock out of my mother and tried to press it against the top of her crotch. That's when my troubles really began.

With my cock all lubed up with cooking oil, there was no way that it was going to stay still. Every time I tried to press it against my mother's crotch, it slipped to either one side or the other. My first load of cum shot out to the right. It was a big one, and it went pretty far. It hit the bottom of my mother's left tit and immediately dropped into the cup of her bra. The second load squirted out to the right. It clipped my mother's ribs and landed on her blouse. The third blast went left again. It wasn't as thick as the first two, but it landed on the back cushion of the couch. Finally I grabbed my cock and held it steady, but I forgot to aim. As my hard cock throbbed in my hand, the rest of my cum oozed lazily out into my mother's pubic hairs.

In no way does the word panic describe what I then felt. I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off as I tried to clean up my mess. It seemed like cum was everywhere, and even after I had wiped it all up, its stains were still visible. I went as far as to wash my mother's pussy, inside and out, with soap and water.

And what was worse was the cooking oil. I guess that I had poured too much of it into my mother's pussy. Every time I pulled my cock out of my mother's c**t, a little bit of the cooking oil came out as well. Eventually it seeped down the crack of my mother's ass and onto her skirt. I had to wash and dry it and pray that my mother wouldn't notice.

When I was finally done cleaning up I looked down at my mother and I guess I felt a little guilty. She was still out cold, and I felt some relief knowing that she would never know what I had done to her. Before I left I patted her on the crotch and said thanks.

The next day, around noon, my mother asked me if I had tried to put her to sleep that night. I told her no. I told her that I didn't even know when she got home. She looked at me for a few seconds and then left. Later on I heard her on the phone. She was having an argument with the guy she had gone out with. She never saw him again.