“What’s wrong, she mumbled?”
Carter went to his knees next to his semi-conscious mother. He glanced down. Her skirt was around her waist. Her panties were soaked. Her small thighs gleamed wetly. He wondered if she had an accident.
“Mom, are you ok?”
“Just help me up, she slurred”
Carter moved to his mother’s head. He slipped his arms under her shoulders to her armpits. Her heard June hiss and realized his hands were cupping her breasts. He quickly moved them further down. He levered her to a sitting position. Then he stood, pulling her to her feet. She kept mumbling incoherently as she slumped against him.
“Mom, I am going to take you to your bedroom. Should I call a doctor?”
“Just get me to bed!” Her mumblings were soft and slurred
Carter scooped his mother’s slight frame into his arms. She was as light as a feather. He felt the wetness from her thighs on his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She mumbled something Carter could not understand.
“What mom?”
“Feels good!”
Carter entered his mother’s room. Gently he lay her on the bed. Her full skirt billowed up and the front settled around her waist, revealing her black lace boy shorts. He could not help but noticed the crotch was dark with her wetness. Her thighs gleamed wetly with the excess moisture. The aroma of her arousal was like a strong incense, filling the room and his nostrils.
“Just so fucking horny, she mumbled!”
Carter watched in amazement as her hand squeezed her tit. He knew he should leave or at least get his sister to look after her. However, he could not stop ogling her sensuous self-feel up. The other hand moved between her thighs and rubbed her wet panties. For several moments, Carter watched his mom squeeze her tit and rub her pussy. He watched Caitlin do this but it was never this hot. This was his mother! His mother!
She stopped, raised her butt and slid the panties down to her ankles. June was aware that her son was watching her. She was not drunk and inhibited. She was in heat and a man, a man who happened to be her only son, was watching her frig her hole. Her husband had not watched her masturbate in years. Once he even told her to stop because he was watching a show on TV! A motherfucking television show!
“Wet, she mumbled, chaffing!”
Her son was watching her. He was rubbing his cock. He liked what he saw! A half remembered phrase floated through her mind. Something about fucking the one you love or loving the one you fuck or some such doggerel. What was Miss Curry saying to her?
Carter’s hand touched his cock as June’s hand returned up her thighs and found her pussy. He watched as her finger slid up and down her dripping wet neatly trimmed slit. Her pubic hair gleamed wetly. He pulled his cock out and began stroking as his mom’s finger plunged into her super-heated slit. Her hips bucked as she ravaged her pussy with first one then two fingers. Her other hand found the buttons on her blouse and ripped it open. She grasped her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it hard, gasping.