“Here it is, mom…” I whispered.
“Mh…”
“Are you asleep?”
“Mh…”
I had a strongly mixed feeling. On the one hand, my heart sank as I realized nothing was going to happen. Mom was really drunk and falling asleep right here. There would be no repeat of that amazing night from before. The throbbing erection in my pants testified that I had gotten really worked up and extremely ready for that. On the other hand, I felt kind of relieved.
I took a deep breath and figured I’d better tuck her in before going upstairs. I leaned slowly over her to get the blanket that was rolled up at her feet. Pulling at it with my free hand, I managed to get it about half-way across her lower body, but I needed to get up and put the drink down if I were to cover her properly. Just as I was about to move, though, I felt her hands push me back down.
“Where… goin’…?”
“Uh hi, mom… I’m just gonna…”
“C’mere… gimme that…”
For a split second, I thought her hand was moving to take the glass out of my hand. Then I realized that she wasn’t going for the glass at all. Instead, she grabbed my cock. I let out a surprised yelp as she started squeezing at it through my clothes.
“Yah… that’s… mhm… need… need that cock…” she mumbled, kneading at me and pulling at my clothes.
I quickly leaned forward and put the drink away on the table. Then I pulled my pants all the way down to my feet, giving my mother access to everything she wanted. Putting her hand around the hard shaft, she gave out a satisfied moan.
“Mmmh….”
“Oh, God… mom… you’re… you’re doing it again… You’re really doing it…”
She did. Without hesitating at all, she just moved over to me and put her head in my lap. Her mouth went onto my cock. There was that wonderful wet feeling again. Oh, my God, it felt good…
“Ohh… Oooh, mom! It’s so good!” I exclaimed, quickly losing control.
“Mmh… ssfflllpp… mmmfflllpppphhhh… ssslllrrrpphhh…”
Slurping noises started filling the room as mom sucked eagerly at my oversensitive member. My eyes were swimming and I had to shake my head just to be able to see clearly.
At first, it was amazing. The feeling… incredible. Her hand squeezed my cock, making it jerk and pulsate at her touch. Her experienced mouth was licking and sucking at me… I looked down and couldn’t believe my own mother was actually doing something so dirty. Actually taking a cock in her mouth and slurping away at it like this… this was the kind of slutty behavior I’d seen in porn. Not the kind of thing I associated with my mom.
There was one difference from last time, though. This time, it took longer. The first time she did this to me, I had blown my wad in… what, a few minutes? Seconds? This time, it felt like it went on for hours. She was less active than last time, her movements slower and less determined. Her mouth sucked at the shaft occasionally, and her tongue licked over the sensitive head again and again, but not in a way that caused a build-up towards an orgasm.
It was beginning to feel like torture. Intense, but not going anywhere. I looked down at her again. She lay on her side with her head resting in my lap, barely moving. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed – she was really out of it. Drunker than last time, less conscious, unable to make the effort needed to take me to orgasm. Going on like this, I probably wasn’t going to cum at all.