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I awoke the next morning, with a bit of a fuzzy head. Laura, my mum, wasn’t lying beside me.

The memory of the night before slowly reloaded into my head and I lay on my back, recalling how I had committed such terrible but oh so pleasurable acts on my mum.

I put on what must have been my dad’s gown and padded through to the lounge, where Laura, my mum, was sitting on a single chair, right leg tucked under her.

She wore a thick cotton gown but I could see that she wasn’t concealing her breasts. Their fullness quickened my heartbeat.

She sat, lazily smoking a thin cigarette with a bottle of vodka beside her, almost two thirds full.

“Mum, what are you doing? You had given up cigarettes.” I chided her.

She looked at me and in an amused voice, retorted “My son has fucked me and his biggest problem is me going back to smoking!”

That shut me up for a moment, as I looked at her, casually blowing out smoke.

I should have felt mortified but instead I had a pride inside, knowing that she had given her sexual self to me.

She moved and I could now see a nipple. She was quick to realise and teased me.

“Does my little boy want some more?”

My body said yes, as my cock was rock solid but my head was holding me back.

“Mum, you really are beautiful but It’s wrong of me to take advantage of you.”

She looked puzzled and took a swig from her bottle.

“Would you rather some stranger had taken advantage of me?”

“No, of course not! I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you, mum.”

“What if mummy wanted cock? Still wants cock?” That husky tone returned and I knew that I would submit.

My gown could not conceal my erection and she smiled.

“Stop pretending you don’t want to fuck me.”

I stepped forward and stood in front of her.

“Has my darling son brought me some breakfast?”

She opened the gown and grabbed my cock, which was pulsing madly. She leaned forward and kissed it.

Floods of pleasure ran through me, as I felt her lips encase my shaft.

Her gown fully opened and I could see her her breasts squashed against me, her nipples pressed into my thigh.

At that moment, I had never wanted another bursa escort woman more than my mother.

But what about her? Why was she doing this? I thought it may have been the alcohol, maybe my dad treating her like a worthless no mark. I even considered that she actually enjoyed sex with her son. Hoped actually.

Mum was sucking with a great deal of energy and it soon became evident that she was skilled at deepthroating. I felt honoured that she was using her skills on me.

My balls now had their cum levels replenished and I prepared to empty my heavy load down her throat.

Her tongue massaging my cum slit was what did it and my cock was buried deep inside her, when I exploded into her mouth.

She sucked every drop from me and there was a wide grin on her face when she finally released me.

“Oh Leon, yesterday might just have been an accident. This morning isn’t”

I couldn’t argue. I loved her sucking my cock and yes I had loved fucking her the day before.

I headed off to the shower, if it had been bigger I’d have invited her in.

By the time I had finished, she had only a half bottle left and her icy blue eyes looked a little hazy.

“Mum, first cigarettes, now vodka. What is happeng to you?”

“Just been enjoying my three favourite things, Leon. A smoke, a drink and a cock!” She laughed, in a drunken way.

I was exasperated. I knew I was to blame for pouncing on my vulnerable mum but I wanted the best for her.

I made my excuses and went out after dressing. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular, I just needed to clear my head. That wasn’t proving easy, every moment my thoughts were filled by my mum’s naked body, her large hard nipples, her hairy pussy and her willing mouth that had taken me that morning. My cock was rigid and I needed to sit down for a moment as I was uncomfortable.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I fished it out, expecting a lewd message from mum. Instead I was shocked to see that it was a message from my dad, a man I now had no contact with. His message was short, merely asking me to call him, with no explanation why.

My curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what he was after and I wanted to tell bursa escort bayan him that I knew about his tricks.

“Hello, is that you Leon?” His excited voice answered.

“No, it’s the man on the moon. Who do you think it is, dad?”

That last word stuck in my throat.

He ignored my sarcasm and continued.

“How are you doing son?”

“I’m just fine, dad. Why the sudden interest?” I knew I sounded irritated.

“Okay, Leon, I’m going to be up front with you. I know you are at your mum’s.”

That came as a surprise. How the hell did he know that. Had mum sent him a message?

“The old lady next door called me.”

“Old Mrs Mackintosh, why?”

“She’s been keeping me informed for a while.” He answered.

“About what, for God’s sake, get to the point.

What dad went on to tell me, turned everything I had believed on its head. My mum hadn’t caught him in bed with anyone. In fact, the neighbour had insinuated that a few strange guys had been to the door, been invited in and left about an hour later.

My dad came home early one day and caught her naked, a delivery man eating her out. She was, of course, drunk.

He then had a full-blown row with her and stormed out. He was now staying in a rented room in one of the less salubrious areas of town.

This story shook me. I didn’t have any real feelings for dad but I now knew that my mum was a real cock chasing slut and that I was only one of many who had fucked her.

I still couldn’t get the thought of her sucking my cock out of my mind. I was still hard but now I wanted her in a different way.

The walk back to the house failed to clear my thoughts.

Surely it was the booze doing it.

As I entered the front door, I wasn’t sure what would be facing me. I was surprised to find that she had got dressed, well, to an extent.

She had put on a white vest top with no bra. Her nipples were prominently displayed and they seemed to harden when she saw him.

She was also wearing a denim mini skirt and as usual, Leon found himself hardening.

This wasn’t how he planned things.

“See son, the bottle isn’t my master.” She exclaimed.

“You sure it isn’t having escort bursa an effect on your dress sense?” I countered.

“Don’t you like me like this, sweetie?” She said, whilst widening her arms to display herself.

That woman knew how to get me going, as my erection raged.

“Of course I do, mum, who wouldn’t. That’s the problem.”

“Problem? What problem?” She queried.

“You dress like that for all the guys.”

My words hit her like a shell barrage. First a direct hit to the head, then smaller ones to her heart and her stomach.

“What do you mean, son?” She asked doubtfully.

“I mean it wasn’t dad who was found being sucked in bed but you sucking a delivery man.”

“How……how did you find out?” She didn’t even try to argue.

“Dad told me, he said all you were interested in was alcohol and cock.”

“Don’t preach at me Leon, I can still see you’re hard.” Mum pointed out.

She wasn’t wrong. I still wanted her.

“What colour panties are you wearing?” I genuinely asked.

“Who said I’m wearing any?” She teased.

That was like a red rag to a bull and I advanced into the kitchen, where she stood, looking the sexy woman I had discovered in the previous 24 hours.

I pushed her against the tall fridge and forced my lips to hers. She moaned as my tongue searched her mouth, as she gave herself up. I put one hand under her skirt and started to massage her bush, inserting one, then two fingers. Her pussy was soaked and most welcoming but I had another idea in mind.

I bent her over the counter and used her cunny juice to lubricate her ass. I put a finger in her ass, quite forcefully and she yelped. Then I rubbed my cock around her hole. She moaned in anticipation and started to push back onto my cock. My bulbous head broke through and I could feel her tense up but I pushed forward and after an initial shriek, she settled into the rhythm.

I was now fucking her ass hard and also spanked her cheeks.

“That’s for lying to me.” As i slapped her ass.

“And that’s for cheating on dad.”

I saved the best for last and I whacked her again.

“That’s for fucking up our relationship.”

At that, my cock let free its heavy load and I filled her slutty ass.

By the time I withdrew, I could hear her sobbing. I turned her around and this time kissed her cheek as I held her.

“Just be my mum again, please.” I said as my shrinking cock dripped some spunky residue.

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