I kissed her and felt her arms wrap around me. She kissed me back and it felt as if we were melding together. It was so intimate. We were warm and sweaty, and I slid back and forth on top of her, our naked bodies drenched in our combined body fluids. Her pussy was so slippery now that there was hardly any friction. Splatting and sploshing noises filled the room. I just kept going, hoping it could last forever, pumping gently into her again and again and again…
I don’t even remember how it ended. At some point, the love-making stopped – it must have. I came to my senses alone in the shower, so I must have found my way to the bathroom as we ceased our coupling. Suddenly a little embarrassed at my forwardness, helping myself to the facilities like this, I started to hurry up a bit and washed myself off. Mom wasn’t in the room any longer, so she must have gone while I was in the shower. I got dressed and went back downstairs, with my shirt missing a couple of buttons…
Downstairs, the party was still ongoing. People were wandering around, apparently eating cake. I had noticed earlier that there was a multi tier cake on a table, and I assumed that was the one that had now been cut to celebrate grandma’s birthday. I actually did want a bit of that cake, so I made my way to the table and got a piece to bring back to my seat.
On the way back, I spotted mom. She was chatting with someone, laughing and seemingly enjoying herself, looking like a normal party guest. A quick glance at her showed nothing to suggest that she’d been having wild incestuous sex upstairs this evening. I took my seat and enjoyed the cake. Not only was it tasty, it also felt rejuvenating – for some reason, I felt like my blood sugar was low.
A while later, it seemed like the party was winding down. Some people had already started leaving. I was beginning to get a bit antsy too. The drive home would be a couple of hours, so I didn’t want it to get too late. I went to find mom to see if she was ready to head home. She was still chatting to someone I didn’t recognize – a woman who seemed a bit older than her.
“Hey, mom… are you ready to head home soon?” I asked, interrupting the conversation.
“Yeah, sure!” she said cheerfully and emptied the glass of champagne she had in her hand.
“Would you like some more cake before you go, dear?” the woman beside her asked.
“Oh, no, thank you. I’m stuffed. I’ve been thoroughly stuffed tonight.”
She smiled and winked at me. I felt my cheeks warm up, probably turning bright red.
“One last drink, then?” the woman suggested, taking two fresh glasses from the tray of a passing waiter, clearly not thinking that mom had had enough for tonight.
“Sure! One last fill-up.” mom replied and accepted the glass… before turning to me and saying: “Even though I’ve been filled pretty good too.”
I felt my face turn even redder and excused myself to get ready. Sure, those edgy comments were sexy and all, but I was getting really nervous that any of the dozens of party guests were going to catch on. I needed to get out of here. I got my jacket and thought maybe I should wait in the car. Then I thought that mom might actually need some help getting there, considering how tipsy she was. At the very least, she might need reminding that it was time to go. If somebody kept offering her more drinks, she might forget she was actually supposed to be leaving.