Still nothing. My brain wasn’t properly awake, it seemed. It just thought about how tired I was and that I could have stayed in bed for another hour or two. I started negotiating with myself – maybe I should go back to sleep? No, because I was also hungry and I wanted that pizza pie. But I could sleep here on the couch after breakfast, right? Sure, unless my body had woken up by then. Thus it went back and forth until the timer sounded in the kitchen. For the next ten minutes, I just sat on the couch and ate my breakfast while watching morning shows.
Then mom came down the stairs. Looking haggard. Her hair was messy and she was wearing a long nightshirt. As I looked in her direction, it all returned to me, what we’d done the night before. That she’d come home drunk again, and that I had… shit… that I had actually fucked my own mom.
For a few seconds, the fear returned and I dreaded the confrontation that was about to hit me over the head like a twenty ton weight. Was she…?
“Mhh… morning…” she mumbled as she walked past, heading to the kitchen.
“Morning, mom…”
“Any juice left..?”
“Yeah, there is. In the fridge.”
“Mh…”
So far, nothing. She just went to the kitchen and got herself something to drink. No comments about last night, good or bad. My heart rate started to slow down as it seemed she didn’t recall the previous night’s events – if she had, she would surely have taken my head off by now. The least I would have expected was a thorough chewing out. Seeing that none was forthcoming and that mom just started making herself some breakfast, I tried some small talk instead.
“How was the party?” I called out to the kitchen.
“Meh. All right, I guess….” she replied while making herself a sandwich.
“How… long did it last?”
“Don’t remember.”
“Was it fun?”
“Sure… probably… It’s a bit of a blur… that usually happens when I drink too much. I think… there was something about a… George? Or… something. Whatever. I’m hungry.”
She turned away and started wolfing down her sandwich. Okay, so her memory was a bit fuzzy. Again. Good news for me. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have escaped the possibly dire consequences of my actions once again. As long as mom was nearby, though, I still felt that sword of Damocles hanging over me – that threat of suddenly being punished by her righteous fury. Eventually, I left the living room and went upstairs, just to avoid having to face her.
I didn’t need to worry. Mom didn’t remember a thing. She seemed completely oblivious to anything that had happened after leaving the party, and she didn’t seem too bothered about it either. Most people would probably be annoyed that they have a hole in their memory, but mom was pretty relaxed about it, saying that this was a common occurrence whenever she got sauced. Over the next several days, she behaved like nothing at all had happened between us, because as far as she was concerned, nothing had.
I, on the other hand, kept reliving the moment in my head. The moment when I stood over her, looking at her beautiful naked body. The moment when I slid inside her, feeling her wonderfully tight channel contract around my pulsating shaft. The moment when she pulled me closer, encouraging me to fuck her faster and harder…