A Drunk Single Mother

A Drunk Single Mother

Carol 43

Max 19

Part 1 -- 1st Friday: Upskirt

Carol was a single mother who has found it hard to find another man after her divorce from an abusive previous husband. She regularly goes out, usually on Friday nights to find a man but comes home drunk to drown her failure. And sometimes continues to drink at home and falls asleep on the front room sofa.

Max occasionally has to help her up to her bedroom and put her in bed, still with her evening clothes on.

This one Friday evening as he was about to help his drunken mother onto the bed he stumbled and she fell backwards and ended up sprawled on the bed with her feet on the carpet. He stepped back thinking what to do when he noticed that this evening she was wearing a very short loose skirt and it had flipped up, exposing a lot of her thighs. He stood there and stared... and stared.

Today he felt different. Today an idea came to him. He swallowed nervously and looked at his mother's face to see if she was alert. She looked to be out. He took a deep breath and crouched and... looked right up his mother's parted legs and up her skirt. He saw light green knickers. He swallowed at his daring and being so naughty. He got scared and stood up quickly, afraid someone would catch him in the act.

He somehow managed to get his mother fully into the bed and was about to pull the duvet over her when he noticed her thighs exposed even more. They looked so inviting. With his heart pounding he became more daring and instead he lifted her skirt and ogled. He ogled with wide eyes and open mouth at a beautiful, beautiful sight of his mother's pastel green knickers with white edge trimming. He was shocked to see that he could make out her dark bushy triangle -- a hint of dark patch. His hand began to shake because he knew he shouldn't be doing this. He quickly lost the nerve and carefully lowered the skirt and covered her up with the duvet and went to his room to masturbate furiously. He came three times before he fell asleep.

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Part 2 -- Used Knickers

The next morning he dreaded going into the kitchen for his Saturday morning breakfast. But his mother called a few times so he went... to face the music. He was ready to apologise and promise to never do it again.

There was no music, only a groggy sounding mother offering him his breakfast.

"Good morning, honey. Sorry about last night. My head feels funny," Carol said. "Sit and I'll get you your breakfast."

"Good morning, mum," Max said carefully. He watched his mother prepare the breakfast. She was still wearing her previous evening clothes. Then it occurred to him that that meant he knew what was under his mother's skirt. He knew his mother was wearing that sexy green knickers. He actually knew what she was wearing under her skirt!! His head spun. His cock got hard.

His mother was lovely with dark brown hair and curvy body which made her cuddly and sexy; but she had said she needed to go on a diet. At 43 he thought she was pretty and he loved to watch her move around. At 19 Max was beginning to appreciate the feminine form, even his mother's. He was already ogling the girls at the college, but now his appreciation was expanding to include the older women, like his mother.

"Sorry about my clothes. I didn't have time to get changed," Carol said yawning.

And the rest of the breakfast time was spent talking about nothing much.

After breakfast Carol had her shower and Max went in after her. As he got undressed and was about to put his clothes in the laundry basket he noticed his mother's pastel green knickers. He froze. Then he picked up the knickers and held it up with two hands. Suddenly he nervously looked at the bathroom door to make sure it was locked. With a sigh of relief he returned to looking at the intimate garment.

Inexplicably he brought it up to his nose to get a whiff of his mother's private smell. He liked it. Something then made him look inside the panties. He noticed the darker staining and... and a few strands of hair. He couldn't explain it but he was thrilled to see his mother's pubic hair. It made him wonder what his mother's pussy looked like. Did she really have dark brown pussy hair between her legs? He felt dizzy thinking these outrageous thoughts; and his cock responded with steel hard erection. He couldn't help it; he once again ferociously masturbated in the bathroom sniffing his mother's knickers.

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Part 3 -- 2nd Friday: Boobs and Finger In

The following Friday Carol came in just as drunk and passed out on the couch in the front room. Once again Max carried her to her room and onto her bed, and laid her on her back with her legs on the carpet, just like last week.

"Mum?" he whispered. No response. "Mum?" he asked again, a bit louder this time. Again no response. Max's bravado increased. All week he was hoping for this. He was actually hoping his mother would be too drunk!

He swallowed hard, and with his hands shaking this time he deliberately lifted his mother's skirt. It was a little longer then last week's mini-skirt, but that was ok. With his hands up high holding the skirt up he looked... and looked... at the lovely sight. Dark blue knickers with white edge trimming -- matching her skirt colour. But to his disappointment he couldn't see his mother's pubic bush. He stood there thinking.

Max became bolder. He decided to do something that was really making his heart pound and his hands shake. Breathing so shallow that he may as well be holding his breath he slowly and carefully folded the skirt all the way up over his mother's waist to fully reveal her blue knickers. For a moment he paused to admire the pretty sight. Then, holding the waistband he pulled the knickers lower... lower still... until his mother's glorious bush came into view. He couldn't stop; he kept pulling, being careful not to tug any hair strands, until the knickers were halfway down her smooth creamy thighs.

Max stood up and just stared. He'd never seen a real life pussy before; none of his 'girlfriends' allowed him a peak, nor a feel! He was instantly in love with the amazing sight. Then his hand moved automatically, as if a magnate was pulling him; it gently stoked the soft bouncy hair mass, amazed that his mother had so much hair there. He himself had hair around his cock and balls, but not as much as his mother's growth. He smiled at noting that her pubic hair matched her hair on the head. But he needed to see more.

Max took hold of her knees and ever so gently pulled them apart until he was satisfied that he could see up in between her thighs, into the woman's secret hairy valley. He almost gasped aloud when he saw his mother's pussy lips peeking from the hairy tangle.

He couldn't help but to gingerly reach out and feel his mother's pubic hair. They felt so soft, yet springy. But his fingers were drawn to the parting lower down. He traced his fingers down until he touched her pussy lips. He was fascinated that they felt so soft. As he gently stroked up and down he was surprised when his finger inadvertently disappeared inside; shocked and curious he had to see what would happen, so he let his finger travel further and further into the unknown. He was really surprised to find the inside was wet and clingy... and soft. He pulled out a little then pushed back in. He didn't know why but some how he liked doing that. He was thinking about parting her lips to see what he could see but his mother's groaning scared him and he instantly pulled his finger out of his mother's pussy and froze.

He stared at his mother's face, looking to see if she was waking up. For a long few seconds he didn't move or make a sound. He watched her breathing, seeing her chest rise and fall, and saw her part of her creamy breasts spilling out from top of her low-cut top. He moved now, creeping close and placed both his hands on those two very inviting moving mounds. At first he just rested his hands feeling the roundness, and then exploratively squeezed the soft flesh, sensing his mother's lacy bra under the thin material of her top; and then slid his hands all over her roundness, even noticing a hard bump on top of each breast. He was amazed at how lovely they felt. He recently became aware of his mother's jutting breasts, attracting his attention to them because of his mother's penchant for low-cut tight tops and dresses. He also wondered about two curious small bumps that occasionally appeared on top of her breasts.

She moved her head and groaned. He stopped dead with fear. When all was quiet once again he lost his nerve and quickly pulled up his mother's knickers and pushed her into her bed and covered her with the duvet.

Getting back to his room and into his bed he smelt his finger that was in his mother's pussy. He couldn't believe his daring but it excited him. His young cock was hard as rock and he masturbated to the highly stimulating scent of his mother's sex whilst he replayed the images in his mind of his semi-nude mother.

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Part 4 -- 3 rd Friday: Scent & 1st Penetration

All week Max was excited and nervous and kept looking at his mum. He kept recalling her hairy pussy and the feel of her amazing large soft breasts. It excited him greatly that he knew what her mother looks like under her skirt, in between her legs; the secret women's place; and finally knowing what those two mounds on her chest felt like. And EVEN knowing what her pussy actually smells like. On occasions she caught him staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"N... Nothing," was his guiltily reply.

All week he was excited and nervous, itching for the next Friday night to come around. When Friday did come he found it hard to concentrate at school, wondering if his mother would be going out again. He was hoping she would.

And when she did go out he waited in his room impatiently for her to return home. He had changed into his pyjamas and stroked himself lying in bed thinking of the possibility of looking at his mother's pussy once more; in fact dying to put his hand inside her pussy again.

And when he heard the front door he eagerly ran downstairs to help his mum up to her bedroom. And sure enough thankfully she DID look and sound drunk. As before, he plonked her on the bed with her legs over the side, feet on the carpet. Amazingly she was out like a flash on feeling the soft bed. Great, she really IS drunk again he thought.

He quickly set about lifting her skirt. He trembled with excitement at seeing his mother's white flowery cotton knickers with a cute little red bow on the waistband. This time he put his hand on her knickers and felt up her pussy through her underwear, even feeling her pussy slit. He smiled and swiftly as he could he completely took off the small personal garment and placed it on his face to feel the intimacy and the scent of his mother. His cock stirred, no longer constrained by nervousness. Parting her legs he once again felt up his mother's exposed hairy pussy, running a finger up and down her slit and then allowing the finger to penetrate into the wet vagina.

Max found this to be incredibly thrilling, to be sliding his finger in and out of his mother's pussy without her knowing; disappearing through the mysterious hairy entrance. His cock became hard and poked out of his pyjama flies. He remembered the smell on his finger from last week, so he pulled his finger out and knelt on the floor toying with an idea. He had to look. This was way crazy he thought. But he had to look. With both his hands he gently parted his mother's hairy pussy lips. He stared shaking with his daring, afraid that his mother may wake up any minute and his life would be over. But this was awesome. His friends talked about girls' pussies and he was looking inside one right here! He didn't actually know what he was looking at but it was so pink. He noted a little bump at the top and a kind of a hole near the bottom. He wondered if that's where his finger had previously gone. So he let go of a pussy lip with one hand and slid a finger into the hole. He watched in amazement as he saw his finger slowly disappear. His mother made a noise and he froze instantly holding his finger up his mother's vagina.

Once his mother settled down again he pulled the finger out and brought it to his nose. It was a heady scent. Out of curiosity he stuck his head in between the naked thighs, up close to the hairy pussy. Immediately the strong pungent scent hit him like a brick making him dizzy and shot an electric bolt to his groin straining his young cock to full hardness of solid steel. His cock pulsed and buzzed, almost hurting him, making him confused. Driven by his body he sniffed deeply taking in more of the intoxicating sexual pheromones making him drunk with unexplainable desire. He inched closer, allowing her soft hairs to tickle his nose. He didn't know what drove him to do it but he gently planted his lips on her pussy and gave a firm kiss, then tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked her pussy juice. The taste was intoxicating.

Without self awareness he stood up, parted his mother's knees wider and with sheer instinct he held his cock in one hand guiding it to his mother's pussy. He pushed and it slid in. The incredible feeling took over his body forcing him to keep going until the whole of his cock was buried deep inside his mother's pussy.

To stop himself from falling he leaned forward a little and rested his hands on the bed either side of his supine mother. He was breathing real hard, he held himself unmoving, not unbelieving what he has just done. He knew he should not be doing this. But it felt FANTASTIC! It was THEN that he registered the heat and the wetness on his rock-hard cock, and how snugly it was cocooned by the soft, caressing vagina. He was having difficulty in breathing with the overwhelming sensations on his over-sensitive cock.

And right there below him were her lovely breasts. He couldn't help it, he placed both his hands on each of her breasts and squeezed.

All of a sudden he had the urge to move his hips. He tentatively pulled back and pushed forward, aware of his steel-hard cock sliding in and out of the most wonderful place. He wanted more. He began to move more noticeably, all the while squeezing those large tits.

But then his mother started to move and make noises.

"Wha.. Hmmmnn... Hmmnnn," she groaned.

Max was aghast. It brought him back to reality. He quickly pulled himself out and stood motionless, hoping his mother doesn't wake up. But after a short while his mother was motionless again and Max breathed a sigh of relief. But that interruption took the edge off his urges and lost his nerve. He quickly pulled out and pulled up his mother's flowery knickers and put her to bed.

In his own bed he replayed his daring exploits and the new discoveries. What he could not forget was the incredible sensations on his cock and his whole body when he was imbedded in his mum's pussy. He knew he had fucked his mother -- sort of. He was intoxicated. He rubbed himself vigorously to a number of glorious climaxes.

The next morning he dreaded to go for breakfast. Eventually he had to as his mother called a few times and he didn't want her to suspect anything. Sitting at the dining room table he waited for the barracking, the telling-off. But to his surprise there was none. Did he get away with it? Did he get away with fucking (sort of) his mother? His relief and confidence returned.

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Part 5 -- 4th Friday: Full Act

Each subsequent days he inconspicuously stared at his mother as she moved around the house and wondered what knickers she was wearing; each night he wanked himself to sleep thinking of very naughty things; most involving his mother but some involved girls and teachers at college. He couldn't wait for Friday to come.

When it did he was waiting for his mother to return. She was late in coming back so once again he had changed into his pyjamas. As soon as he heard the front door he rushed downstairs to help her up to her room. But to his dismay she didn't look as drunk as before!

"Thank you, honey for helping me up," she said. "Good night."

"Y... you're welcome," he replied disappointedly. "Good night."

Oh, no! Was he not going to be able to... do it tonight? He lay in bed thinking and cursing his luck; he couldn't get to sleep. In the end he had to get up. He crept to his mother's room to see if she was awake or asleep. To his great delight she'd fallen asleep on the bed and with her evening clothes still on her. So she WAS too drunk after all!

He mustered courage to walk up to her bed and whispered.

"Are you asleep, mum?"

No reply. He touched her arm. No response. A smile spread across his face. He climbed the bed and saw that his mother was wearing a dress, a front buttoning dress. He slowly undid the bottom few buttons to reveal his mother's black lacy knickers. With his heart pounding his daring became bolder. He undid ALL of the dress' buttons and exposed his mother.

Wow he thought, matching bra and knickers! She looked SO pretty. This time he caressed and gently squeezed his mother's breasts over her bra, once again enjoying feeling the roundness and softness. All this illicit playing around on his mother's body made his cock hard. It pulsed and demanded attention. He pulled his cock out of his flies and stroked himself to relieve some of the urgency. As he stroked he contemplated what he was about to do, which made him leak with desire. With the other hand he felt up her knickers for a while, and then he made up his mind and slowly pulled them down and off completely. Once again he stared at his mother's hairy pussy and played with the soft hair. But what he wanted to do was more then this. He slowly parted his mother's legs, then pushed them further apart and positioned himself in between her legs. Pausing a moment he slowly guided his cock into his mother's pussy and rested his hands either side of her.

Locked together with his sleeping mother he paused, looking down at her face, looking for any signs of alertness. Other than her slight head movement she was quiet. He couldn't wait any longer and started to fuck his mother, slowly at first, but as his passion and thrill grew his thrust became more noticeable. It felt unbelievable, so much so that he lost himself in his fucking and his thrusts became proper fucking hard thrusts.

"W... wha... ungh... what's going on... ungh?" she said. Then she was fully alert just as Max reached his climax.

"Oh! Oh! Ooooo!" It was a mind blowing orgasm for Max.

"MAX! MAX! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" Carol shouted desperately trying to get her son off and OUT of her.

In the throes of his orgasm Max was paralysed and couldn't do anything other then hold his thrust deep in his mother's pussy, letting his cock finish pulsing. Eventually as the electricity in his body dissipated he collapsed on his mother.

Quickly she rolled her son off of her and got off the bed, looking down at her son and his cock, still hard, poking out from his pyjamas.

"Oh my god! Did you just...?" Carol put her hand to her mouth, unable to vocalise what she was thinking.

"I'm... I'm sorry, mum. I couldn't help it," Max whimpered offering a pathetic apology.

"GET OUT! GET OUT OFF MY ROOM!" Carol shouted at her son. "And put that thing away!"

Max hastily scrambled off the bed, at the same time tucking his cock back into his pyjamas.

In his bed he cowered under the duvet. From the height of extreme ecstasy to the depths of despair -- all within a minute! His life was over. Why did he do that? he was thinking. Stupid. Stupid.

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Part 6 -- The Ramifications

His mother called him down a few times for their Saturday morning breakfast. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to get in trouble or face the music. Eventually she came to his room.

"Max, get ready and get down to breakfast. NOW!"

When she left he grudgingly got up, got ready and sat at the dinning room table. He couldn't avoid her for ever. He sat looking down at his plate of breakfast.

"Eat. Then we need to talk."

Max ate slowly, without looking up. But then the plate was empty. And it began.

"Tell me why you did that yesterday night?" his mother asked.

There was no comment.

"MAX! I need ANSWERS!" she shouted. "How can you do THAT?"

Her tone scared her. He didn't know what to say. He started to cry.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he somehow manged to say in between sobs. "I didn't mean to."

"SORRY?! DIDN'T MEAN TO?! How does one actually does THAT by accident?" she barked, needing to get her frustration and disappointment out of her. She saw much trouble. "You... you took off my... knickers. They didn't come off by accident. I was in bed and you were on top of me. THAT didn't happen by accident, did it?!" She paused. "Max, you were having SEX with me; for God's sake; you were raping me! Do you know what that is?"

He really started to cry now.

Carol stared at her sobbing son. He was crying a lot. Her frown softened. He was her son, only child and he was only just 12. He had been a very god boy until now, getting good grades and being helpful around the house. Did someone put him up to it? Some bad boy in school?

"Max, honey, did someone made you do this? Some boy at school?" she asked with a much gentler tone.

Max noticed the change in her tone. He shook his head,

Carol wasn't sure if that was good or not. If he was somehow made to do this then it can be blamed on someone else. But he said no... she sighed.

"Max, you do know you were having...," she sighed and swallowed. "You were having sex with me, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Max, please. Tell me why you did that?"

There was no answer. He didn't know what to say. Carol was getting frustrated at not really getting her answers. She realised she had to use a different tact.

"Come, let's sit on the sofa," she said and took his hand and they went to the front room.

Carol sat on the sofa and she pulled him onto her lap sideways and hugged him, rocking him to comfort him like a mother should when her son is in trouble. She kissed him on the head and rocked him.

"You've been a good boy until now, a very good boy. You help me and you do well at school," she spoke her thoughts. "I'm sorry for shouting at you. It's just that a boy can't do... that with his mother. You know that don't you?"

He liked her new tone of voice. She sounded like her usual caring mother. He felt protected. He felt her soft boob pressing on the side of his arm. He nodded.

"Good. I know you know. So tell me when you first thought of doing that."

"I... I didn't think of doing that," he mumbled.

"OK," she said, trying to encourage him. Good, he's talking once more, she thought. He had been a good and understanding boy, even with all the difficulties after her messy divorce. He was her only pride and joy, which is why she felt so disappointed with what he had done. She didn't want to loose him to social services. She couldn't let anyone find out what he had done. She kissed his head once more and hugged him tight, oblivious to her breast squashing against her son's arm and shoulder.

"When I put you in bed a few weeks back your skirt went up... and I can see your legs... lots of your legs. And then I wanted to look up your skirt... at... at... your...," he trailed off.

Carol got the idea. She nodded knowingly. Like all boys he wanted to take a peek at her knickers. But then she frowned. A few weeks ago? Has this been going on for a few weeks, without her knowing it? Only now she finds out? This looked worse than she first thought.

"You... you've been doing this for a few weeks? Having sex with me?" she asked incredulously.

"NO!" he shook his head. "Not fu... Not sex."

"OK,"

"You were drunk on Friday night and I helped you to bed. But I couldn't help looking," he pleaded.

"Thank you, honey for helping me. But what did you do after you first... tried to, you know... look up my skirt," she asked carefully.

"Nothing. Honest," he said, and this time he looked at her, made his first eye to eye contact of the morning.

"Nothing. Honest, mummy. I got scared and I pushed you into bed and covered you up." A semblance of courage was returning to him seeing that his mother was no longer shouting at him and he's still alive.

Carol almost felt like laughing at the innocence of her young son. But then she recalled his yesterday's dallying. MAJOR dallying. He was no longer that innocent; at the age of 12 he'd had his first taste of actual intercourse! But in her mind she used the word fucking.

"Then how did it lead to what you did yesterday night?" she asked as sweetly as she could, seeing as that is what he is responding to. She kissed his head once more for good measures.

"Well, the next Friday when I again helped you to bed I felt like I wanted to look, you know, up your... You were sort of sleeping, drunk I guess," Carol flinched.

"Go on," Carol encouraged.

"I really wanted to look, so I lifted up you skirt, and I saw you had hair there so I really want to see. So I pulled you knickers down and I really liked touching your hair. Mummy, you got so much hair down there. And I wanted to see how your boobs felt so I squeezed them. I'm sorry Mummy."

Oh my God! thought Carol. He pulled my knickers down and played with my tits?!

"What else did you do?

"I was playing with your hair there and my finger went it. I don't know how, it just went in!

This is crazy! "Go on."

"I got scared again and I pulled up your knickers and pushed you into bed."

"I see," but Carol still doesn't get how he got to the point where her son was fucking her. "What happened next?"

"Last week I helped you into bed and I just had to... to... Please don't be mad, mummy," Max pleaded.

"OK, sweety, I won't be mad. Tell me what happened."

"I wanted to really put my... my finger in your... down there," he couldn't find the right word.

"My vagina," Carol prompted.

Max nodded.

"You wanted to put your finger in my vagina."

Max nodded again.

Jesus, I got finger fucked by my son! Carol thought. And he doesn't even know what he did!

"Mummy, you smelt so nice down there that I got so hard down there," he nodded his head to his crotch, "And I don't know why but I had to put it in you."

Carol stared; stunned to see her son had a tent in his trousers. But Carol wanted to be sure. "Put what where?"

"I had to put my cock... sorry, mummy."

"It's ok. You had to put your cock... in my vagina? Where you had put your finger?"

Max nodded. "But only a little because you started to move and make noise, so I quickly pulled your knickers up and put you into bed."

"I see." It was making her head swim listening to her son describe his sexual activities on her... and she didn't even know it at all! She must have been SO drunk. It scared her now. Has anything else happened whist in the nightclub or in the pub and she doesn't remember?

With more courage Max continued without being prompted.

"It felt SO good, mummy. Yesterday night I had to put it in again. Then I couldn't stop, I had to do it a lot and then I felt SO good like I never felt before, not even when doing it with my hand. But then you woke up."

Carol was keeping an eye on the tent; it had grown to a fare size, larger than before. Then it hit her. Did he say doing it with his hand? My boy is already masturbating?

"Oh, honey baby. I understand. But you can't do that with mummy. You have to find a girl your...," she stopped, realising what she was about to say. She was about to advocate that he goes and has sex with a 12year old girl. THAT would be wrong as well. What was she going to do now that he has had taste of sex? He has seen and touched a woman's pussy.

He's already shown that his actions escalated on each occasion, looking for more thrills. She knew he can't be turned back. What should she do? It was no good being angry with him; she now knew he was just being a normal young boy who was curious, slave to his hormones. As she came out of her thoughts she realised that Max was staring and squeezing one of her breasts!

She sighed. Oh boy! She looked down and saw her top had been pulled down showing half of her bra cup, exposing her ample bust. No wonder.

"Max, honey. Do you like that? Do you like my breasts?"

"Yeah!" he nodded.

"What am I going to do with you?" she shook her head with a wry grin. "OK, here," she said as she dipped into her bra and pulled out the breast nearest to him, then repositioned him and offered him her exposed hard nipple. "You can suck this. This is what you want, isn't it?"

Max was a bit confused. First his mother scolds him for touching her, but now she's offering her tit to him! He eagerly latched onto it and sucked hungrily. It made him squirm and made him feel funny. She noticed his legs crossing and uncrossing and his hips rising and falling. Then his hand grabbing his hardness and he rubbed himself through his trousers.

And there it was right in front of her eyes, evidence that her son has learned to masturbate. She recognized his frustration; and her love for him made her hand travel to her son's busy hand and took over the rubbing.

"I know what you need," she sighed and without further explanation she unzipped his flies and pulled out his hard young boy's cock. For a moment she stared at her son's exposed cock jutting out from his trousers. It surprised her at its hardness. She'd never had guessed a 12year old boy's cock would be SO hard.

"It's ok. It's ok, honey. Mummy will take care of this," she comforted her son and began to stroke him. Yes, she began to give him a handjob, to masturbate him whilst he lay in her lap sucking her breast and fondling her other breast. It felt strange to have her complete fist around the smaller cock compared to the thicker adult ones she's had in her hand in the past.

Some might say this was a strange response to her son's quite extreme actions. But a psychologist might argue that Carol was going through quite a complex serious of emotions, not least a sense of guilt for coming home drunk -- drunk enough to pass out. She might have brought it upon herself, putting temptation in front of her son. Now it was her duty to calm his enflamed urges. He certainly wasn't going to persuade a girl of around 12years of age to let him fuck her; and an older girl would just laugh at him. And a younger girl would not have the body for his needs.

And so it was upto his mother to take care of him.

The repeated stroking had the desired effect. Max whimpered into her breast and squirmed even more as he hit climax. But at 12 Carol noticed her son was still too young to ejaculate. Her head spun and mind was scrambled at what she'd done and knowing this secret information that mother's don't usually know about their growing son. But she continued to stroke him with fingers and thumb to heighten his dry orgasm; to make his orgasm a satisfying release. When he settled down she quickly tucked his penis back into his trousers and pushed him away from her tit.

"Max, honey, I need to go shopping now, please do your chores," she said as if nothing had happened, buttoning herself up.

"Ok, mummy," he said, he himself feeling dazed.

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That evening when he was in bed he replayed the morning's events and masturbated furiously, enjoying to the full the glorious sensations emanating from his young slim cock. Carol also couldn't help how her body reacted to the morning events; she also rubbed herself to sleep.

Nothing was said of the incident for the rest of the week.

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Part 7 -- Pushing the Boundary

Come Friday Carol went out again, but she made sure she didn't drink as much as previously, not enough to pass out. So when she got home Max was actually disappointed, he was looking forward to playing with his mother, but today she didn't need help in getting to bed. So Max had to make do with his memories of the past weeks to satisfy his sexual urges whilst he wanked himself off to sleep each night.

And this is how it was for the next few weeks, until one Friday, due to some celebratory evening of a friend she drank too much and once again came home worse for wear. Max was all too happy to help his mother to her bed. As she lay there on the bed on her back, he couldn't help but to feel those lovely soft breasts. He couldn't help feeling his mother's exposed thighs nor sliding his hand up under her skirt to feel her knickers. His throbbing young cock was demanding that the he explore his mother's amazing female body, to feed it the sexual energy travelling through his searching fingers.

But Carol's mind was primed from before and in the far reaches of her drowsy mind alarm bells rang and she woke up sensing hands under her skirt.

"Max! Oh, Max, honey. Please," she said as she extracted his hands from under her skirt. "Didn't I say you shouldn't do those things?"

"I'm sorry, mummy. I couldn't help it," he started to cry.

Carol took pity on him. She saw he was already in his pyjama bottoms so she told him to get in bed with her, to lie next to her.

"Ssssh, honey, don't cry. I understand, but if you feel like that just take care of yourself and the feeling will go away. You know what I mean?" To demonstrate, in her inebriated state, she guided his hand through his flies in the pyjama bottoms and got him to hold himself. She then proceeded to move his hand, encouraging him to wank himself. Then made him stop.

"Now, when you get back to your room do what I showed you, ok?"

"OK," he said and he went to his room.

But after a little while Max was outside his mother's bedroom door.

"Mummy, can I stay here for a little while?"

"Sure you can, here lie next to me," thinking everything should be fine now, and she hugged him to her warm body with her right arm under his head. And he had his arm around her waist. "You took care of yourself?"

"Yeah," he smiled.

Max immediately loved the soft warm feeling of his mother's soft body, in her short satin nightie; especially as his head was now almost over her breast. His right leg was over her exposed leg.

When the night seemed quiet he lowered the thin strap of his mother's nightie and exposed her nearest breast. Very slowly and gently he sucked on her nipple. It became hard.

"Hm?" came the questioning sound from his dreamy mother's lips.

He paused until she was still then continued his sucking.

"Max, baaabby, please," she whispered in her sleep, but made no movement.

Max sucked harder.

"Oh! Max, honey, please stop. You know it's not good for you," she whispered sleepily, but again made no movement to stop him.

After a while his mother again spoke softly, "That one is getting sore now." No other instruction.

Max understood. He released the nipple and raised himself, pulled down the other shoulder strap to make his mother topless. He stared at her amazing, lovely round tits, rising and falling with each breath his mother took. He reached across over her body and took her other nipple and sucked, savouring and exploring the texture with his tongue.

In her intoxicated state Carol was in a deep sleep, enjoying the soothing and relaxing sensations emanating from her breasts. She was snoring gently.

Max felt free. His cock now was hard, popping out from his flies and rubbing against his mother's warm soft thigh. His hips moved steadily, satisfying his cock's urge to be stimulated. His whole body -- from his lips, face against her soft breast, his naked torso against her sleek satin nightie, his cock and thigh against her naked leg - felt alive with different sensations feeding into his nerve channels. He needed more, his cock demanded more.

Even as he sucked on his mother's breast, his hand went wondering south. He lifted up her nightie to bunch it up around her waist and went searching for her knickers. He frowned when he did not encounter the waistband of her knickers. He went lower and brushed pubic hair. When his hand was on her bush it occurred to him that his mother was sleeping without her knickers! He stopped sucking momentarily to let that register in his mind. The shock made his cock twitch and his inquisitive fingers delicately travelled to her pussy lips. He felt dampness. As he stroked her pussy lips his mother groaned and her legs moved further apart, exposing more of her pussy to his hand.

His hard straining cock was demanding only one thing, so he unbuttoned and lowered his pyjama bottoms and pulled himself over to now lie fully on his sleeping mother. It was quiet easy from there to feed his searching cock into his mother's warm wet pussy. He was in, and then without much effort Max had his cock fully imbedded in his mother's vagina.

He waited a few seconds to see how his mother reacted. Other then a few frowns and groans she remained out. Max began to suck and fuck his mother; he felt her body was abandoned to him. As Max's ardour rose grunts escaped his lips and moans increased from his mother's lips. As he was speeding up, really fucking his mother once again, she awoke.

"Max! Oh God, Max! Not again. Please honey, you shouldn't," she said, still half asleep.

"Oh, mummy!" he responded, but he didn't stop his thrusting.

"Oooohhhh! Ooooh!" Carol exclaimed dreamily. "Max, honey, please s... stop," but inexplicably she made no physical attempt to stop him or push him off her. In fact she stroked his head as he hungrily switched to suck on her first nipple once again.

"Oh, Max! Oh!" she cried out, and this time she could not help but to thrust up against her son.

"Aaahh!" Max groaned and thrust harder, feeling new kind of sweet pleasure as he felt his mother fucking him back.

"Y... Yes, yes, Max," she gasped, wrapping both her arms around him trapping him to her to provide greater leverage as she dug her heels into the mattress to thrust harder back up, mashing her pussy against his ramming.

Now there was no question that mother and son were both openly fucking, enjoying the grinding of their loins and how their bodies rubbed against each other. It did not matter that the boy was only 12, for his super hard penis rubbed his mother's cunt in the most glorious manner.

Their intense fucking continued for 5mins, searching, enjoying, and luxuriating in the intimacy and the sheer glorious physical sex.

All of a sudden Carol pulled her son higher, and tightly and passionately pasted her lips onto his to muffle her loud cries of orgasm into his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm!" she wailed and thrust and squirmed even harder. But their frantic fucking continued for another 5mins as Carol had even more powerful orgasms, all the time kissing her son all over his face and fully on his lips; not maternal at all, but oh, so sexual.

Time and again Max felt his mother's vagina ripple, squeezing his hard cock along its full length, teasing and encouraging it, lovingly caressing it with its warmth and wetness. He did have his intense climaxes; he enjoyed reaching his plateau crying out "Mummy" but not yet ejaculating. Eventually they tired, from their exertion and additionally from her alcoholic intoxication, and they fall asleep, still joined.

In the morning Carol awoke to the feeling of someone pushing her. She barely opened her eyes to see her son's head. Then she feels her vagina full and something sliding in and out of it. Then she feels one of her nipple feeling warm and wet... and being sucked.

"Oh, Max! Not again!"

But he doesn't stop. She takes his head in her hands and lifts it up, pulling it off her nipple.

"What AM I going to do with you?" she says, shaking her head. But she parts her legs, giving him more access. "Ooooh!" she says frowning as she watches his face as he fucks her. "You know you shouldn't be doing this," she said, but he doesn't stop. "Ohhhh!"

Then she looses it, she wraps her arms around him and looses herself in the fucking; she rolls left and then right as she pushes herself up against her son, enjoying the intimacy of fucking again. It has been too long since she'd fucked: she couldn't find a man she trusted to take to bed. And now she was able to feel free to satisfy her needs with an unthreatening partner. Her orgasm exploded through her body and she collapsed on the bed, exhausted, with her legs and arms spread out wide, enjoying her son's reassuring weight on her body.

She allowed Max to continue to thrust into her until he too had his climax. She was amazed at his vigour and stamina: he keeps on going like a locomotive, rapidly thrusting into her whilst holding onto her for leverage. And then he groaned loudly and froze with a hard jab of his cock into her cunt.

Having had his orgasm Max rolled off his mother, breathing hard, catching his breath. Carol rolled onto her side to face Max.

"You know this is crazy," she said as she gently ran her fingertips across his body. It was then, when her fingers touched his still erect penis that she looked down and was amazed to see he was completely naked! "Max, I think we need to get up, please go to your room and get ready for breakfast. I'll see you downstairs."

"OK mum," he said.

Carol watched -- no, stared -- as her son got up from bed, picked up his pyjama bottoms and walked out naked.

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Part 8 -- The Talk

They sat in the front room the next day.

"Max, some things we need to get clear," Carol began.

"OK, mum," Max sat, ready to listen.

"You must never take advantage of a girl -- or a woman -- who's in trouble, or asleep, like I was. Three times you had sex with me; I woke up to see your face above me and your... you having sex with me. That just is not right. You would be taken away from me, I would loose you. I can't bear to do that. Do you understand, Max?"

"Yes, mum," Max replied solemnly.

"If you did what you did to me to some girl you would be arrested. It's called rape. And that's VERY bad. It is VERY serious. I'm your mother so I have to forgive you and try to explain to you not to do that. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"The second thing is, only do anything sexual with a girl if you have her permission. You mustn't force yourself on her. For example, if you go on a date don't kiss her or touch her private parts unless you have her permission. Or if you try and she says NO then stop. Do you understand? If the girl says stop then you STOP. Is that clear?"

"Yes, mum."

"And thirdly when you have sex with a girl you must use a condom, ideally she must be on the pill - you know, a woman's contraceptive?"

"We've learned about contraceptive."

"Good. So you know the importance of a condom in preventing and catching... or spreading... disease. And to prevent pregnancy."

"I understand."

"You are much too young to be having sex or having this kind of conversation - you don't even ejaculate. However you seem to have started having sex, right? But most girls will not have."

That made Max red in the face with embarrassment; he shuffled uncomfortably looking down at the carpet.

"You DO know about ejaculation, don't you? It's when you rub your penis, like you do at nights, or have sex, your penis spurts white gooey liquid. That's your semen. That's what would make a girl pregnant when you have sex."

"Yes, we learned about semen," Max said brightly.

"Good," she said; then took a deep breath. "I don't know what we're going to do with you. Max,"

"Yes, mum?"

"I understand you are getting these sexual urges when you look at girls. Well, it seems to be when you look at me! Do you feel funny when you also look at girls at school? You want to touch them... or look up their skirts?"

Max cautiously nodded.

"It's OK. It's natural as you get older. But please don't try to have sex with girls in your class. The only way you should... get some... relief... is by masturbating." Carol said this only after summoning all of her courage.

"Mum?!"

"You know what masturbating is, don't you? When you stroke your hard penis to make you feel good? Like I did it for you?"

"Mum!"

"If people found out what you did to me, I will go to jail and you will be taken away from me. You don't want that, do you? They would blame me."

"NO WAY!"

"So you won't tell anyone, not even your best friends that you touched me and had sex with me?"

"No, mum. No way!"

"Not even if they talk rubbish and you feel like correcting them."

"Sure."

"That's very good," Carol said and gave her son a comforting motherly hug. But it didn't help Max that he felt those large soft motherly breasts press against him. Inevitably she felt his hand squeeze her breast. She shook her head knowingly.

"Can I suck your breast, mummy? You told me to ask first."

Carol laughed and saw the tent in his trousers. She flicked his hard pole.

"Cheeky. Go upstairs and take care of this by yourself, as we discussed. And if you're good we'll see if I can help you at night. OK?"

"OK!" Max rushed off cheerfully to masturbate in his room.

And that's the agreement they came to. During weekdays he masturbates and at weekends his mother allowed him to come to her bed and sate his developing urges in her pussy -- as long as he follows her rules.

THE END