My Drunk Mum

When I was fourteen years old, my divorced mum came home very drunk from a friend’s birthday party and staggered upstairs. A few minutes later, I went to her room. Mum had passed out. She was lying on the bed with her legs wide apart. The hem of her skirt was above her waist, and I could see her white panties. Curious, I pulled them aside and stared at her shaved pussy and swollen love-button. I had an immediate erection. Removing my pyjama trousers, I got on top of her, eased my stiff rod into her pussy, and started moving slowly up and down. After about ten minutes, my balls started itching and my love-stick started jerking. I closed my eyes, groaned, “Oh Mum,” and filled her pussy with my thick creamy juices. The following morning, while we we’re having breakfast Mum said, “I know what you did to me last night upstairs on the bed. Did you enjoy it?” I was extremely embarrassed, but I replied, “Yes Mum, your pussy was so warm and tight. It was fantastic.” Mum smiled and whispered, “You don’t have to wait for me to be drunk next time you want me. All you have to do is ask.” Now I can use her pussy any time I want to, and Mum has taught me so much how to sexually satisfy a woman, not only with my rod but also with my mouth and tongue. She insists that I screw her much better than my father ever did.