Well, my life somehow broke away a few years ago. My marriage was a thing of the past and I was living on my own for a few years. No, I didn’t found some new love. And having a place on my own, I am just not the guy that is into cooking, cleaning and other household choirs. So my place turned into a mess. And I somehow did too.

Mom noticed it, and just asked me to move back in with her. My old room was still there, sort of, she just used it as a closet and she was living alone. I just said yes. I, a man in his late 20ies moved back in with his mom, a woman in her late 50ies. My friends picked a little bit on me for doing so. Called me a “Mommy boy.” I didn’t car at all. I was happy that I had someone doing the household for me. And, rent was cheap too.

And it worked out great. Mom was happy to have someone at home, to stop her from feeling lonely, and I had someone that cared for me. Kept my place clean, made me food and did my laundry. But that wasn’t the only thing I liked about being at home again. I just enjoyed her company. We got close. Got more than just best friends. And yes, I rediscovered an old, nasty habit of mine: I began to spy after mom. Tried to catch her naked. Even to snap some pictures of her. To jerk of to her. Yes, that is my kink. My mom is just a big turn on for me.

And she made it easy for me. She still kept some part of her clothes in my room. And after she went for a shower, she often came in the room. Through the open door. Wearing not much but some towel. Or sometimes even topless. She did as she didn’t care that I was in the room. But secretly, so she admitted later, she loved the attention I gave her. And damn it, she got my attention. I was jerking off while she was in the room with me. In secret. Beneath my blanket. I sometimes even came when she was in the room.

And I got even further: I was stealing her panties, sniffing them, liking them, dumping my loads onto them. And I spied on her, tried to get a glimpse of her when she was asleep. Especially in summer. When she was wearing barely anything, and it was too hot for a blanket. Countless loads of mine landed on the floor in front of my bedroom door.

But the most exiting thing for me was catching her masturbate. She sometimes did it when she was showering. She moaned a little. And from the right angel I could get a glimpse of her fingering her hairy cunt. And yes, I left some sticky proof of my passion on the floor. But the hottest thing was when mom was using her toys. She always locked her bedroom door when she did that. And no matter how hard I tried – I even tried to get a glimpse of her by watching through the window into her room – I never managed to pull that stunt. Put I managed to steal her used and unwashed toys. I inhaled their smell, and yes, I licked them clean. To get a taste of my moms pussy. And it just was great. It made me rock hard. It made my dick spitting out gigantic loads.

It went on like that for a long time. You could say we played our game. And we both enjoyed doing it. But it should get better. Much better. We were invited to my cosines wedding. In the town my mom grew up in. And we would stay in the house she grew up in. I was looking forward to the trip, so did mom. Well, mom not as much as I did, because she was a little bit ashamed that she had no man on her side to show off, but it could be worse. I even felt sorry for her, offered her to stay on her side, but she said that it would be okay for her. She just will get some drinks to cope with it.

In the house, lucky me, got his own room. Not sure why I got the honor, because all the others had to share, even my mom, but well, I didn’t complain. The wedding itself was a standard one: Booze. Food. More booze. Some dancing. Some catching up with other members of my family. And then back to bed. Late in the night. Back to my room. To relax. To sober up.

But the day wasn’t over. Mom came back to her former home a few minutes after me. And discovered that someone had passed out black out drunk in her room. But before passing out, the person had the great idea to puke all over the room. Mom called in my aunt for help. And they came up with the great plan, that mom would sleep in my room. I just said yes, why not. After carrying her suitcase over to my room, the room she had been living in while she was growing up. The room she lost her virginity in, about 40 years earlier, some detail she would tell me later that night.

After she entered my room, she closed the door. While she did so, she said that she didn’t want drunk people to stumble in the room while she was asleep. After that, we had an argument about who is going to sleep on the sofa. I said I will sleep there, she said that she will sleep there. In the end, we both will end up in bed.

Then she began to undress. Yes, with me in the room. And yes, she made me a pretty happy man. While watching her undress, I was jerking off. Playing with my rock hard dick. Hidden beneath the big and only blanket the bed had to offer. Needless to say, I was already in heaven. It was the cherry on top of a great day. The icing on the cake so to say. And it got even better. She told me to close my eyes, because she needed to change her panties.

Well, my eyes were open. And I was staring at her bending over – her ass showing towards me – while she was searching her suitcase for a fresh pair of panties. I couldn’t see all, because the room was lit more moody than bright, but I could see enough to keep me going. Damn it, I was that turned on, that I had to remember myself that I had to swallow from time to time to not leak saliva onto the bed. And then it happened, my not so sober mom slipped, and fell over while pulling up her fresh pair of panties. Luckily nothing happened. We just had a big laugh.

After that she put on a big shirt and she climbed into the bed. Placed herself next to me. Better said cuddled herself next to me. To warm up her cold feet, her cold body. It was then when she told me about her youth. About loosing her virginity. About her being a hot girl. And that I definitely would have fucked her. We were spooning while she said that. And as you might imagine, my dick was rock solid. Harder than he had ever been before. And yes, she noticed it.

She came up with the grand idea that I had to relieve myself. To make it comfy for me. She told me to turn around. To lay down on my backside. To free myself from my underwear. And to please myself. To touch my hard dick. To play with myself. And to get a better view of it, she pulled down the blanket. Watched me jerking of myself. And took away my hands. Placed them between her legs. And placed her hands on my more than rock solid dick. It felt great. Her hands playing with my dick, I was close to heaven. But not there.
I took over the initiative for a while: I freed her from her panties, spread her legs and buried my face deep inside her hairy pussy. Tasted her pussy for the first time. No, licking her panties, sucking her toys clean, isn’t really counting. And yes, now I was were I wanted to be since an eternity. I ate her hairy cunt with passion. Took my time. Mom had to suppress her moans. To not draw any attention from the others sleeping in the house. She was clearly biting into her shirt while doing so.

And she had to pull up her shirt to do so. She exposed her hot, big and saggy tits. I had to play with them too. So I made my way back up again. And up there, she gave me the view: “Fuck me son.”

And I did. I did it gently. I slid my rock hard cock inside her pussy. And I fucked her. Fucked my mom for the first time. Did that what I was dreaming of since more than ten years. And it felt great. We went through some positions. Alcohol does a great job in enhancing the love act. In the end I dumped one of my biggest loads ever onto her naked, totally white ass.

After we were done, she cleaned herself up, smiled at me and left towards the bathroom. When she came back, she just said good night and fell asleep. I did the same. We both needed the sleep for the next day.

On the day after, mom was already up and downstairs when I woke up. After a long and cold shower I met her in the kitchen. Having breakfast with her sister, my aunt. She just said “Morning son” and she behaved as if nothing had been happening the night before. I did the same as she did.

A few hours later, on our way back home, we talked about the last night. We both blamed the alcohol. We both were more than happy about that excuse. And we both promised to never do it again. Never. Well, that promise didn’t last too long. But this is another story, for another day.

And yes, as always. Nothing but fiction. Written to turn the kink up to 11.