As it has a way of doing, opportunity knocked. Jane had gone barhopping but unfortunately many of the ships were deployed for exercises. The bars were nearly deserted and the sailors that were there appeared much too young for her liking. She spent much of the evening talking and exchanging war stories with the other barflies and whores.
Arriving home, she staggered into the house, pissing her pants as she made her way to her bedroom. She managed to flop most of her torso onto the bed, chest down, her ass close to the edge, legs dangling, feet dragging on the floor, and quickly lost consciousness in an alcoholic stupor.
Joey had dozed off himself and awoke near 2 AM, feeling the need to pee. The house was quiet as he stood in the darkness relieving himself and wondering where his mother might be. He turned towards her room, walked the 10 or 12 steps, and found the door open. He could barely discern her body lying haphazardly across the bed. He switched on the glaring ceiling light.
He stood at the door staring long moments pondering what to do. He was concerned with her bizarre position and did not feel comfortable leaving her in such a state as she might tumble off the bed. He approached slowly. As usual, her attire, a tight sitting leather skirt with black stockings, a black sweater that accented her ample breasts and heavy makeup advertised her wares and availability. As Joey had at one time or the other seen the other barflies and whores, he knew his mother would be a prize to the winning suitor. But tonight she had not brought a lucky fellow home.
He approached slowly and could not help but be aware of his throbbing crotch. He put his hand on her bottom and shook her lightly to bring her to consciousness. He shook harder, then harder, then roughly. She was out cold. Instantly, he pondered the possibilities!
He squatted and removed her shoes. He gripped both ankles and pulled her legs apart, fully expecting her to wake up or make some sort of noise. Receiving no response, began stroking her calves, slowly moving up her legs and thighs, staring between her legs. The darkness up the skirt left him only with his imagination and the strong desire to reveal more. But how!
He stood and gazed down at her form for long moments. He saw the gold colored zipper on the back of the leather skirt. He tugged it. It unzipped easily. Gently, he tugged at the top of the skirt. Not receiving or hearing a response, he tugged harder. Alternately, tugging at the top and pulling at the bottom, he removed it from her. Instantly, he was gripped with fear! Would she know that he had undressed her! Her bulky dead weight would not allow re-dressing.
Pondering the dilemma, he removed his briefs, determining he would not stop his brazen exploration unless she woke up and discovered him, stopping his incestuous indiscretion.
Controlling his pounding heart, he reached to remove her hose and panties, but not before touching it, her crotch, finding it soaking wet. He understood that she had peed herself, exciting him that much more. It was only slightlyeasier to strip her of her last vestige of decency. Her pussy was now exposed for the viewing. He backed away for that distant vantage point, then, moved closer inch by inch. He stooped to lift her feet, pushing them slowly forward. He saw her buttocks widen, exposing her pussy even more. But he needed distance. With a little effort, he was able to keep her feet balanced forward.