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MY DRUNK MUM (part 1)
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Mum had been out with a few friends from work...one of the girls was retiring and the plan was dinner followed by a few quiet drinks....I don't think it worked out like that...not going by the state of my mum when the taxi dropped her off at about one in the morning...I was still up watching a film when I heard all the female voices saying goodnight and that sort of thing....sounds like they have had a good night I thought....I went to get the door for mum and when I opened it there was my mum....I don't think she would have been able to tell you her middle name she was so drunk...she could hardly stand...let alone walk the few yards to the door....I went down the path to meet her and help her in...she wrapped her arm round my neck as I got her inside...once inside she tried to tell me what a great night they had but she couldn't really string two words together she was so drunk...and then the next thing I knew she had both arms wrapped round my neck and trying to kiss me...I was dodging my head from side to side trying my best to avoid lip to lip contact....she was my mum after all...she wasn't really taking no for an answer though and eventually she found my lips....her breath was full of the smell of alcohol and after a few seconds I was able to pull away and get mum sitting down...once seated she began to fall asleep so I thought I had better get up to bed before she becomes completely unconscious...I got her back to her feet...wrapped her arm around my neck again and then almost carried her upstairs...once in her room I lay her on the bed and took off her shoes and a few bit of jewelry that I thought might be a bit sharp and then I thought I would try to get her under the duvet.....this is when the joker in me kicked in....what a laugh it would be in the morning if when mum woke up I was laying beside her...just imagine her reaction....was she to drunk to remember trying to kiss me?...what a thought....also...the state she was in maybe it would be better if I kept an eye on her in case she was sick and di herself harm....yes...thats what I'll do ......just a bit of background to me and mum....dad left her when I was young so she brought me up alone....at first I used to sleep with her but as I reached puberty mum said that it was about time I started to sleep myself....I used to love sleeping with mum....it felt so safe and secure and it took me quite a while to get used to sleeping alone...I was also used to seeing mum wearing only her bra and panties around the house as a boy so I thought nothing of removing her blouse and skirt before bedding her down....after all....she is my mum....once I had done this and got her under the duvet I removed my clothes all except my underpants and climbed in beside her ...the memories came flooding back of the happy times I had spent sleeping in mum's bed... mum was soon sound asleep and as she lay on her back I couldn't help admire how beautiful she was in my eyes...she was slightly overwight...as was I.... but that in my mind made her even more beautiful...it was at this point that I noticed something different to what it was before...suddenly I was starting to see my mum in a new light...I was nw seeing her as a woman and not as my mum....I could feel strange sensations run through my body and I could feel my cock start to stiffen....oh no I thought...this is so wrong to think of my mum like this...it isn't normal...not right .....I had never been any sort of sex symbol growing up and had never had a girlfriend and now I was becoming curious about the opposite sex...although at the time I hadn't liked her trying to kiss me...now it felt good....the feel of her soft lips on mine even if it was only for a few seconds ....and now the woman who had kissed me...my own mum was laying in bed beside me...semi naked...unconscious...if I wanted to I could do almost anything I wanted and she wouldn't even remember...I thought to myself that I just wanted to touch her once down there....just to see what it felt like....I took all my courage in both hands and moved my hand down towards mummy's fanny and gently placed it between her slightly open legs.....the feeling was better than anything I had ever known in my life....my first feel of a fanny...it felt so warm down there and I didn't want to take my hand away...I kept it there for what must have been about ten minutes before slowly and gently removing it....my cock was now rigid and I knew I was going to have to soften it the only way I knew how...I would go to the bathroom and releive myself...as I moved to get out of bed...mum stirred...oh no I thought.....now the games up....I'm laying beside my mum with a raging hard on.....what if she had felt me down there....I was so scared....I thought I was going to be in big trouble....mum didn't even notice I was there as she slowly sat up....moved out of bed and staggered to the bathroom....she never closed a door and before long I could hear her peeing....moments later she emerged back in her bedroom...and although it was still dark....it was a clear summer night....I could clearly see that she had removed her tights and panties..... I could clearly see the tringular patch of pubic hair covering my mum's fanny...this was just to much for me and without any warning I felt myself get all wet....I had shot a load in to my pants .....what a mess...as mum climbed back in to bed...wearing only her bra she got the fright of her life when she saw me laying there...."WHAT.....WHAT ARE YOU DOING...WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MUM'S BED?" TBC
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Posted on : Apr 2, 2017
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Commented on Apr 5, 2017
This is exactly what happened to me. I was really really drunk and I fell in to a drunken sleep well I guess I really passed out I would be able to get half undressed before I would just fall asleep and I guess this is when my son would see me undressed and he started to take pictures of me and he was feeling me up. A young boy that had never seen a grown up woman's nude body before I guess was exactly the wrong thing for me to do and he took advantage of the situation.
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