Moms on Oxy Ch. 02 – Moms Drunk Again

I came home from work late, half to make up for coming into work late, half so I wouldn’t have to face my mom.

I had thought about her naked tits all shift, constantly re-living the experience of sucking on her perky nipples while she had been stoned stupid on oxy.

I was ashamed. Not only had I taken advantage of a vulnerable woman, it had been my own mother!

And I had enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. Her limp and unconscious body, too stoned to even realize what was happening, barely aware she was being violated. She had been totally unable to resist, and it was disgusting how much I had enjoyed abusing that power.

And the fact it had been my own mother! My dick was hard for half the shift.

But now I was gripped in fear.

I stood at the front door, steeling myself to step inside. I had cum all over her bed, jerking off as I groped and sucked moms fat milf titties. Even being as stoned stupid as she was, she’d surely put two and two together.

I sighed. There was nothing for it, time to die.

But before I had a chance to open the door, my sister stepped out.

We both jumped in surprise.

“Fuck you creep!” Megan exclaimed.

I couldn’t tell if that meant she knew about what I did to our mother this morning, or if she was just being her usual shitty self.

“Uh, sorry.” I muttered.

She huffed, gave me the finger and stormed off to her car.

“The bitch is in a good mood,” she said, referring to our mother, “so I’ll be late tonight.”

I expected that meant Megan would be blowing her drug dealing boyfriend- and his friends. Her slutty dress and quick temper gave it away- she was extra shitty if she hadn’t had her fix.

Mom didn’t know that Megan had started stealing her oxy soon after getting prescribed. Judging by her trashy, used-up look, I suspected her “boyfriend” already had Megan on heroin.

“Serves the bitch right.” I thought to myself, forgetting about my conundrum as I casually strolled through the door.

“Baby!” My mom called, greeting me with a cheer, glass held high.

I froze, the fear of confronting my mother rushing back, along with surprise at her giddy tone.

She was in a good mood, made obvious by the drunk, happy smile on her face. She gestured for me to join her on the couch.

I stiffly obeyed, blinking. Did she really not know? I had cum right next to her. The smell alone would give it away!

But if she did know, she didn’t let on even a little.

“Sit down, have a drink!” She said, already mixing an overpowering amount of vodka with coke.

“I know you’re not old enough to drink yet,” she said, “but as far as I figure you’re eighteen, you should be able to!”

She handed me a drink, lit a cigarette.

“How was your day?” She asked, sitting back with a buzzed smile on her face.

I was still stupefied.

“Uh, good, I guess.” I replied woodenly.

“Driiink, relax, you’re home now.” She said, letting out a long exhale of smoke.

I took a sip, coughed at the strength, then forced myself to take a big gulp. I needed the liquid courage to settle my nerves.

I coughed again, making her laugh.

But it worked, a relaxed warmth flooding through me at the strong mix.

“Lightweight!” She laughed. “Oh my God, I’ve been so horny all day!”

My jaw dropped at the statement, which made her giggle drunkenly.

“Oh shit. I shouldn’t’ve tooold you that.” She slurred.

“You’re fucking wasted!” I exclaimed out loud, realizing just how drunk she truly was.

She tittered, took another long pull on her cigarette.

“It says not to drink with my medicine. But what the fuck do they know?”

She groaned, antalya travesti leaning back on the couch with a stretch. My eyes snapped to her breasts, pushed out as she let out a drunken moan. Her nipples strained against her silk nightie, the same nightie I had molested her in this morning.

My guess was she had been getting drunk and high all day, too fucked up to even get changed out of her pajamas. And she was quickly careening towards passing out. Her eyes were closed, shaking her head slowly as if she could shake the drunken stupor away.

Forgetting I was there, or at least too drunk to care, she opened her legs and slipped her hand under her panties, letting out a desperate whine as she fondled herself.

I stared, dumbfounded, at the hot mess before me. My wasted mom, barely clothed and fondling herself in front of her son. Against my will, my dick started hardening.

Her nipples were hard, clearly outlined against her silk nightie. The nipples I had sucked on this morning. I came sucking on those nipples. It’s the only thing I had thought about all day.

“She’s too drunk to remember anything.” I heard myself think.

I blinked at the thought.

I couldn’t take advantage of her. This morning was a freak accident, a moment of weakness resulting in me molesting my stoned mother. It was despicable, perverted…

… and it had been the best orgasm of my life.

And here she was, legs wide, literally begging for it. This bitch was desperate to be taken advantage of.

“Fuck it.” I said, leaning over and grabbing the top of her nightie.

With a savage yank I ripped it down, exposing my mothers delicious fat tits.

“Yessss!” She moaned, eyes still closed. Her body was in control now, so horny she would let anyone ravage her. I grabbed both breasts, squeezing full handfuls of big milf tits.

I was going to ravage her.

I dove my face into her breasts, moaning as nestled between the firm, fleshy mounds. I couldn’t breathe, but didn’t care, my entire world was this busty rack.

I turned my face, finding a nipple with my tongue, swirling wetly around the long, fat nub.

“Ohhhhh!” Mom moaned, loudly, her body responding exactly like a drunken whore would. She struggled to pull her head up, wanting to look at the man sucking on her tits, but was too uncoordinated. Her head kept falling back against the top of the couch.

I didn’t give a shit, in fact it turned me on. My mother was black-out drunk, and I was taking full advantage. I was going to whatever I wanted to her.

And what I wanted was pussy.

I froze at the thought, pulling back slowly to look between her legs. Her hand was still under her panties, soaked with drunken slut desire.

I got on my knees on the floor, eyes laser focused on the object of my desire, positioning my body between her long open legs.

I wanted pussy. I was going to take what I wanted.

With the same unnecessary force as her top, I wrapped my hands around her panties and roughly ripped them down. The sheer fabric tore from the strength. Mom yipped as her body pulled closer towards me.

But she was a slut at heart, a slut that knew exactly what to do. She sank into the couch, spreading her legs wider, hungry pussy in full control.

“What a fucking whore.” I pronounced loudly as I stared at my pass-out-drunk mother, torn clothing revealing the sluts tight milf body.

She pulled her hand away, bringing fingers to mouth to taste her sex.

I grunted at the sight. She really was a slut at heart!

But it was the sight of her pussy that had me straining in my pants. It called to me, wet and glistening with izmir travesti desire. Pink, puffy lips, tidy but unshaven.

I groaned hungrily at the sight: When a man needed to feast on pussy, nothing would satisfy until he had fresh pussy to feast on.

I was so cunt-hungry it didn’t matter if it was my mother. If anything the incest made it that much sweeter.

With another hungry grunt I dove face-first into the dripping snatch.

“Yaaaaas!” My mother slurred as my tongue enveloped the wet folds.

I shuddered at the complex flavor, the feminine aroma. Hot damn, pussy is awesome!

I started licking, my tongue intimately aware of each bump and fold between her legs. She moaned again as I easily found her clit, teasing it out with the tip of my tongue, rubbing the nub. The assault from the rough side of my tongue to the slippery underside was exactly what her desperate slit needed, and she ground into me.

Locking my tongue in place, I moved my head up and down, lapping up her delicious juices while she gurgled happily like the drunken slut she was.

I was moaning happily as well, getting drunk on pussy, my entire world reduced to my desperate feast. When a man needed pussy, nothing else would satisfy.

“Fuck me!” My mother moaned out.

I laughed at her desperate tone. She didn’t realize it was her own son going down on her. She didn’t know what was going on, or where she was. I could be a homeless crackhead in the alley. I could run a train on the bitch and she’d take all-comers! She wouldn’t have a choice, incapable of denying a man his pleasure.

I was in complete control, and I now was going to fuck her.

“I’m gonna fuck you, whore.” I growled, ripping my pants off, eyes roaming up and down my mother’s naked, open body; eyes darting from unconscious face to big tits to fat pussy. I needed to fuck this whore.

Her eyes were still closed, biting her lip, fully succumbed to the pleasure her cunt demanded.

My cock sprang free, painfully erect at the sight. I was going to fuck my mother like a back-alley whore. This wasn’t going to be gentle or romantic, I was here to pound the bitch.

Without a word I aimed my steel at her glistening snatch, and slammed home.

“OOOOOH” We both roared as hard, hungry cock stretched wet, desperate pussy. This is what we both needed, incest be damned. She needed to be used like a freeuse whore, just as I needed to abuse my complete power over her.

I started thrusting that power deep inside her.

I groaned, hot wet folds massaging my too-hard dick. She moaned with each thrust, her juicy snatch gripping my steel, vice tight around my rutting member.

I roughly grabbed at her tits as I expertly thrust with deep, hard strokes. I pulled her nipples, slapped the taut flesh, wrapped my hand around her neck.

Her eyes opened, wild and disconnected as her airflow constricted. The expression of fear melted into cross-eyed pleasure. She was getting off being used like a cheap whore.

I obliged, cramming fingers into her mouth, slapping her face, spitting on her. All the while slamming my fat cock home with an increasing insistence.

“Teddy!” She moaned, and I froze, my father’s name throwing me off my rhythm.

Then I laughed. This is how he must have fucked her, like a piece of fuckmeat. My furious assault must have reminded her of him. The piece of shit had been gone for years, which meant this was probably the first good rough sex my mother had enjoyed in years.

“I’m Daddy now!” I yelled, redoubling my savage thrusts in her hungry snatch. She didn’t hear, wailing loudly with every thrust, drunkenly cumming on my jackhammer cock. She truly was a slut, her body enjoying every last second of being used like a cocksleeve.

I could feel my balls tighten, my entire body feeling like it was going to explode. I was going to cum inside her.

“FUUUUUCK!” I roared, the thought of cumming in my own mom sending me over the edge. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but a physical need. My body required me to pump my incestuous seed deep into her, needed to feel that ultimate expression of perversion and power.

“YESSSSS!” She screamed, her body desperate to feel a man hilt-deep and deposit his load. She knew her place, even in her drunken stupor, pussy vice-tight around my throbbing muscle, desperate to feel me pump my cum deep inside her. Her body needed to feel the glory of receiving a man’s seed, to fulfill her only purpose.

And I pumped that purpose deep inside her, roaring as wave after wave of hot fresh seed pulsed into the farthest reaches of my mothers inviting womb. I shuddered with each explosive jet of white-hot cum, throbbing violently as I emptied every last ounce into her.

I naturally produce a lot of semen, but I could tell she was lucky enough to be receiving a particularly large load.

Her cross-eyed, frozen expression betrayed just how happy her body was to receive the gift of a man’s nourishing seed. Her body jerked with each deposit, her entire body orgasming as I flooded her womb with deliciously incestuous cum.

With a final jerk I staggered back, knocking over the messy coffee table sending the drinks flying.

I didn’t care, I barely noticed, my chest heaving as I recovered from a godlike orgasm.

I had never come close to cumming like that, I didn’t know it was possible!

Mom was already passed out, limp body happily exhausted after being fucked like a gutter whore. A bright white glob of cum was already leaking out of her. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to close her legs.

I heaved air into my lungs, recovering from the intense workout.

“Fuck.” I grunted, as sanity slammed home. My dick was no longer in control of my brain, and with it came the realization I had just fucked my own mother. Worse yet, I came inside her. I may have gotten away with molesting her this morning, but there was no way I was getting out of this.

Oddly enough, I didn’t feel as much shame as I did this morning. I mostly just felt pissed off that I had lacked the presence of mind to pull out. But none of the crushing guilt that I felt when I first molested her.

The way I figured it, if you were going to act like a junkie whore, you were going to get fucked like a junkie whore. It was just that simple.

The fact she had given birth to me was irrelevant.

I sighed contentedly, a supreme feeling of exquisite power washing over me. It wasn’t shame or guilt I felt, but power and satisfaction. My mother was a whore, so I fucked her like a whore. And I would do it again.

I looked around the room. The house was a mess. I shook my head ruefully. It was high time the man of the house took charge. high time that I took charge. Tomorrow there would be changes, starting with putting mom in her place.

I looked at my passed out mother defiantly, drinking in the sight of her naked, sweat-glistening body. Her torn clothes and open, cum-dripping snatch. My dick started hardening again, despite the massive load I had just pumped inside her.

With a laugh I climbed back on top of her, slipping my cock back inside her gooey snatch. I’d have to carry her to the bedroom, and put my rapidly forming plan into action, but there was no rush.

I could take my time, have another drink, fuck my mother a couple more times- make a night of it.

I started thrusting, already envisioning how things would unfold. By this time tomorrow mom would be on knees begging to suck my cock.

I chuckled. Moms on oxy, and it would be the best thing to ever happen to me.

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