My Dad bailed on my Mom about a year ago. I guess his paralegal did things to my Dad that my Mom wouldn't do, at least that's what I heard my Mom shouting into the phone before slamming down the phone.

My Mom always drank some but since the divorce she has stepped it up quite a bit. She mixes up a batch of something into the blender and she's off to never-never land a few hours later.

One night my Mom came into my room late at night, I was already asleep. I felt someone getting into my bed and realized it was my Mom. I tried to get her out and she was so wasted she couldn't get to her own bed if she wanted. I would just get up and go to the spare bedroom.

About a month later it happened again except this time my Mom snuggled against me, her arm coming over my waist. Since the weather was warm I usually slept without a shirt on, I could feel her nipples pressed against my back even through her thin camisole.

I had this unexpected rush of excitement and I began to get hard. I wanted to get out of bed and go to the spare bedroom, and then I realized I didn't want to do that. I lay there and hoped my Mom would touch my hard cock, I even thought about placing her hand on my hardness.

Maybe she would wake up enough to feel me throbbing in her hand. My Mom hadn't been with any one since the divorce. I had sex twice with a girl down the street, I wasn't an expert but I knew enough about fucking.

I lay there thinking my Mom would wake up enough to realize what was going on, maybe she would be in need of sex? She would look at me and know what we were about to do was wrong in every facet, her desire to be close to someone was too strong to resist.

My Mom would whisper to me to go slow and make it last as I entered her. She would be soaking wet and that would be enough to make me cum quickly. My hands on either side of her, she lay there below looking up at me the way only a mother would look at her son.

Her breasts are small but her nipples are engorged and she tells me to bite them gently please. I know at that point it would take all my will not to cum inside of her. As if she were reading my mind my Mom would whisper to me that I could, just please hold back a little longer.

Of course it's all a fantasy and nothing happens......

Then I decide I can't lay there another moment with my erection looking straight up at me in the darkness, I need to relieve myself some way. I get out of bed and look at my Mom still laying there on her side. The idea I have now is to remove her panties, she most likely wouldn't notice in her condition. She may stir and mumble a bit, she wouldn't remember the next morning anyway. I would use them to masturbate with.

My Mom would wake up the next morning in my bed and the straps to her camisole would be off her shoulders, her breasts would be exposed. She would quickly realize that she had no panties on. Of course my Mom wouldn't even remember coming to my bedroom much less anything else.

When she came downstairs the next morning I would have her coffee ready. I would see her face with concern and confusion about what happened. My Mom would barely speak, her mind going a hundred miles an hour as she sipped her coffee slowly.

Finally the fear was too great not to know what she had done to her son. I would tell her how she came to me in the middle of the night not as my mother but a woman with needs. I would tell her how she guided me and shown me the ways of being a man for her. That the experience was better than I could ever imagined it. I would tell my Mom that she told me I shouldn't cum inside of her just yet, there would be other nights for that.

She would let me finish and then quietly go upstairs without saying a word. I would hear the shower and then she would go into her bedroom to get dressed. I would open her bedroom door just as she was putting on her stockings.

She looked like the Mom I knew, her face bright with color and life. She wore a white cotton robe that was open, I could just see the curve of her breasts. My Mom sat on the small bench to her vanity looking at me standing in the door, she didn't tell me to leave.

My Mom got her stockings on and then closed the front of her robe as she turned to face the mirror. I walked up behind her as she put her makeup on, some eyeliner and lipstick. I put my hands on her shoulders and held them there for a few minutes as she touched up her lipstick.

Then I reached around and each hand I pulled her robe open to expose her breasts. My Moms nipples were hard and she closed her eyes as I looked at her reflection in the mirror. She started to speak but I cut her off.

I took my Mom by the hand and lifted it slightly, she stood up from the bench and I slipped the robe off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her stocking feet. I led her to the bed and then my Mom resisted instantly. She wasn't mad but I knew her mind told her this was wrong anyway you looked at it.

I asked my Mom if she only wanted to fuck me when she was drunk? I could almost see her mind trying to work this all out, I should feel guilty but I didn't. I wanted to have sex with my Mom sober and I was going to say or do anything I had to now.

I unzipped my jeans and my hard cock slapped against my belly once it was free. My Mom turned away, not wanting to see me this way. I walked up to her and took her hand and placed it around my hardness. She still didn't look at me, we stood there almost frozen in time.

Then I felt her squeeze my cock, just a little as if a muscle twitch. I put my arm around my Mom and she squeezed my cock harder this time. I moaned softly, letting her know how good it felt. I put my hand to her breast and squeezed it also, her mouth opened but no sound came out.

I told her how much I loved her breasts and having my mouth on them again felt as good as when I was a baby. My Mom turned to me and said yes it felt wonderful. Of course it was all a lie, even if we had made love she would have never remembered.

I would take her to bed and she would be sober. My Mom would feel my mouth on her breasts and between her stocking legs. I would relish the idea of having my Mom's body quivering as I made her cum many times over. I would kneel between her stocking legs and slowly enter her wetness with my steel hard cock.

I want to fuck my Mom the way I did that girl, hard and fast until I couldn't hold back another moment. I'm so hard it's almost madness to control. I enter my Mom slowly just as I always imagined, feeling every inch of her warmth as I sink deeper into her loins.

My Mom puts her hands on my bare shoulders as I'm buried inside of her now, she tells me to fuck her slowly and make it last. My Mom is sober and she is looking up at me as we began a sexual rhythm that I can barely control.

Her stocking legs wrap around my waist as if to hold me inside of her longer. I'm almost drooling over her breasts and teasing her nipples the way I had dreamed about. She doesn't have to tell me to bite them gently, I already know in my mind what she wants.

I begin to thrust a bit harder and faster, my Mom bites her painted lip and closes her eyes for a few moments during the act of sex. The urgency is building deep in my groin as I begin to fuck my Mom with urgency I can't control any longer.

I feel her nails dig into my bare back, she's below me breathing hard and her eyes open and close as we fuck like two lovers. I raise up with my hands flat on the bed and my hips start to thrust into my Mom harder, she moaning with pleasure and that moment sent me to the edge of release.

She told me to fuck her and that was all it took. I must have said something, my Mom opened her eyes to look up at me. She knew what was going to happen, her stocking legs wrapped around me a bit more.

I heard my own voice filling the bedroom as I came. I could feel my hard cock pulsating as I filled my own mother with my cum. My Mom's hips thrust upwards, as if to meet my climax with her own.

Then it would be over and the only sound would be from us breathing hard. My mom would pull me down onto her breasts and we would just lay there for a while. My hardness would give way and soon I would silently slip out of her body.

We would fall asleep against each other in the spoon fashion, her nipples against my bare skin teasing me once more. Of course in my dreams this is the way I want it to be for real.