“Mom… mom… oh… shit…” I moaned, unable to control anything of what was happening or how my body would respond.
“Mm… mmm… mmh…” mom moaned too, her mouth being filled with her son’s pulsating penis.
Shouldn’t I do something? Could I do something? Anything? Stop her or… say something? A million thoughts were flying through my brain as I tried to come to grips with what was going on. On the screen in front of me, amazing scenes of a modern superhero movie were playing out. Down in my lap, the head of my beautiful mother was moving up and down as she started sucking me more and more actively.
“Fuck… this isn’t possible… This isn’t happening…” I whispered to myself.
I genuinely couldn’t believe it. It was too unreal. Receiving my first blowjob was incredible enough. Getting my cock sucked by my own darling mother was downright impossible. She wasn’t actually doing this – my mom surely wouldn’t do something so depraved. My brain kept telling me that it wasn’t real. It just couldn’t be real.
Suddenly, the doubts gave way to the feeling. She was too good. Even in this drunken state, she was too good at what she was doing. Mom’s wet mouth was stimulating my extremely sensitive nerve endings in ways I could only have imagined until now. She moved her tongue back and forth relentlessly, causing the feeling to grow so intense that I had to forcibly stop myself from screaming. She licked at me, slurped at me, licked and slurped, licked and slurped…
“MH! MMH! MMMMHHH!!” I shouted, covering my mouth as I came.
There was no holding back. I just erupted. My vision became all spots and flashes as I filled my mother’s mouth with my cum.
“Mmh… mmmpphll…mmmouth…” I heard her mumble, still slurping, eagerly drinking my slimy ejaculate in her drunken stupor. I saw her head lift up, holding position above my lap so that her mouth could stay on the tip of my cock until my orgasm had finished completely.
“Oh my God, mom…” I whispered hoarsely as my mother ceased her sucking and the bad guy in the movie got his head kicked through a portal.
Once she was done, her hand nudged my waning erection back under my pants. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed calmly and put her head back on my lap. Moments later, the movie was in its epilogue and mom seemed to have fallen asleep.
Now what? Should I move? Could I move? Could I even get off the couch without waking her up? My heart was still pounding. My mind was filling with questions as the credits rolled across the screen. Eventually, I turned off the TV and scooched slowly to the side, holding mom’s head so it wouldn’t drop too quickly. I figured that it was better to move now while she was still drunk and asleep.
I carefully slid sideways off the couch and left a small pillow under mom’s head. Then I quietly made my way upstairs. I felt an overwhelming need to shower. Clean myself. Get rid of any evidence of the forbidden thing that had just transpired. For the next ten minutes, I stood under the running water, washing the remains of mom’s saliva off my private parts. It felt like it took forever to get clean.