MOMMY DRINKS A BIT!
(bF, ped, mF, incest, oral, blackmail, reluc, mDom)

by E.A. Grant



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Jeff thought it was cool right from the jump. And he was right.

He couldn’t remember exactly when it had started but it had been a long, long time ago; his mother touching him, that is.  For some reason lost to the past she had often been in his room holding him, rubbing his back, helping him to get to sleep. Maybe he had been sick or had nightmares or was just afraid of the dark… but she was there.

When the other stuff had started was just as vague to Jeff.  She was certainly getting him hard long before he went to Mary Wilson Jr. High school.   He remembered her in his old bedroom before they moved.  Whenever the fun had really gotten serious, by the time he was fifteen, a big fifteen, he was always pleased to see her come into his room late at night, it was great. She was great. Jeff loved his Mom, loved the feel and smell of her, her smile, her touch….ohhhhhhh how he loved her touch, those long, warm, silk like fingers.

Jeff and his mother Ann lived a comfortable life, opulent actually. An English Tudor home with six bedrooms, four baths, indoor-outdoor heated pool, a tennis court, and a four car garage, etc, etc.  Jeff’s father, an international banker, had walked out years before but continued to provide, if perhaps a little reluctantly, a comfortable living for his ex-wife and son.  They never saw him, just the checks from his lawyer.

Jeff had always been aware that his mother was especially desirable. She was really pretty, more than pretty, she was a gorgeous woman; even as a young boy Jeff knew that.  A straw colored golden blond with aqua green eyes, she had a perfect figure, a natural seductive look and a sexuality that just melted men and stiffened male cocks.  She drew the attention of men who reacted to her tight clothing, aggressive glances and the delightful sway of her butt.  Jeff noticed every bit of it.  His Mom made him proud.

It seemed to Jeff that the nightly visits became more frequent after his dad had left. Whatever that was all about, by the time he was ten she was playing with his cock for him and as he developed, she masturbated him two or three nights a week. Almost every Friday and Saturday when she got home from the country club he could count on her visit, provided she didn’t bring home a “friend”,  and then perhaps one day during the week. The only thing that was more or less consistent was that she usually visited him when she had been drinking. And she drank often.

During the earlier visits she would leave the lights off with just the light from the hall filtering into his room. She would always be in her underwear with a robe covering her. Ann would sit on the edge of his bed and softly ask him, “How is Mommy’s  baby tonight?” Her voice would be a little thick and stilted with the effort of trying to sound sober; to the young man she sounded very sexy instead.

Jeff would just say, “I’m good Mom. I was waiting for you to get home so you can make me feel good again.”

After moving the blankets back she would run her hand over his pajama covered cock, just a feather touch that drove Jeff crazy.  She shifted her eyes back and forth from his eyes to his swelling cock.

“Mommy’s little boy is getting hard for his mommy, isn’t he?” she would forget herself and her voice would slur her words, soft wet words that ran together.  Jeff knew she was getting horny too. “Do you like this honey?” she asked the redundant question.

“I love it Mom… touch it please. I love that best. You know me so well.” He would spread his legs and she would lay her hand on his erection.

Ann would push his pajama bottoms down and take a hold of his growing cock and start to jack him off. At some point when he was ten or eleven, Jeff realized that his drunken mother would jack him off with one hand while her other hand was inside her robe and between her own legs. Her eyes would glass over while both hands moved faster until he came off all over her hand, arm and his own belly. A box of tissues would appear from nowhere and she would clean him off pull his pajamas back up, kiss him on the forehead and leave his room.  He loved his mother’s visits… he was beginning to love his mother in a strange new way.

He had tried to touch her tits off and on several times until the magic night she let him.   He was twelve when she had come into his room a little tipsy.  After sitting on the edge of his bed like always, smiling like she had a funny secret, she took his hand and watching his face, placed it inside her robe on her tit and held it against a warm erect nipple.  

“That’s what you want, isn’t it you bad boy, to feel your mother’s nipple. Well you’re a big boy now so it can be our secret.”  Jeff loved the feeling of her hand on his cock and the feel of her soft fat tit. Soon he had her open her robe so he could see and feel both tits and pull on her nipples. She would close her eyes while he pulled her nipples and often moaned and suggested ways for him to fondle her that she liked best. He hoped that this would never end. He had no interest in girls at school, why would he need them when he had his Mom and her beautiful body.

Jeff was growing into a big boy. A natural football player, he was big for his young years and was looking forward to high school football. For his thirteenth birthday his mother took him to the country club for dinner and let him have his first drink.  Later back at home she gave him his birthday present. He was acting a little silly from the two drinks he had had and she was again drunk and slurring her words.

She came into his room with just panties on no robe. “Let’s make it a special night, Jeff. Let’s do something special. I want you to play with Mommies tits.” Sitting on the edge of his bed she bent over the prone boy. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples, baby. Suck on them like you did when you were a baby.”  Jeff sucked one of his mother’s fat tan nipples into his mouth, sucking and playing with the erect nipple, then he did the second one.  He loved all the new feeling and textures, the rubbery hard nipple itself, the pebbly circular areola, and the soft satin like tissue of her breast. He could feel his erection straining as never before. Ann’s eyes closed while she moaned and gripped Jeff’s cock as tightly as she could.

Like in a dream Ann slowly gently pulled away from Jeff and knelt down beside the bed, her face close to Jeff’s erect cock. Slowly she lapped his cock then put her mouth over the head and began to tease the tip with her tongue. The feeling nearly blew Jeff’s mind and his climax… then when she started to really suck him sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, he did lose control and shot glob after glob of his cum into his mother’s hot willing mouth. She never stopped sucking and swallowed his cum continuing to suck and clean him until he became soft.  Even then she never stopped but continued until he was hard again.  This time Jeff was a little more in control.  Gently holding his mother’s head in his hands, he fucked her mouth in ways that a day before would not even have been a fantasy. Jeff didn’t know that anything could feel that good.  He moaned and called his mother by her given name until in the end he exploded in her mouth for the second time. In the past, he had nibbled around the edges of the thought, but that night he knew he was in love with his mother. He would be with her forever.

*****

Life for Jeff was good.  He had plenty of money and over the next few months he acquired a taste for scotch just like his mother. Some nights they would drink together in the playroom and she would give him a blow job while he fondled her tits. She always wore panties and fingered herself to climax after climax.  No one knew of the pleasures his mother treated him to.  He knew what they did was sordid and taboo.  Yes, Jeff knew first hand, what a slut his pretty mother was.

Strangely she never let Jeff touch her pussy. He had tried, but she always rebuffed him.  Sucking his cock and letting him suck her tits was alright, but she steadfastly drew a line and never crossed it.  When the incestuous sex began and once he had face fucked her to a mind blowing climax, filling her mouth with his cum, he would go to his own bed and sleep. Neither did the two of them ever sleep in the same bed.

At fourteen, he had his first taste of pussy, but not with his mother, but with the sister of his best friend.  It was at a party, a poorly supervised party at his best friend’s house.  After that and at similar teen parties, he had experience with several girls his own age, teaching them how to orally pleasure a man and then taking them whether they wanted to be fucked or not.  When it was all over, none ever complained.  To Jeff, they were all sluts, just like his mother.

Then the weeks following his fifteenth birthday, it all ended. No more late night visits.  No more sucking his mother's tits and no more blow jobs.  Not overnight exactly, but it ended quickly, very quickly just the same.  The problem had started when Ann found a new boyfriend.  Several had come and gone over the years of course, but none had hung around very long. Not until Arthur, a man that enjoyed drinking as much as she.  

At first she had still satisfied Jeff once or twice a week, but even that soon became less frequent. He could read the writing on the wall.  Soon it would be over. Jeff couldn’t, wouldn’t accept that.  It seemed that Ann was busy every night now and eventually Jeff just never saw his mother late at night.  Day by day Jeff became more and more jealous of his mother’s new friend, and her favors he no longer shared.  

Now there was a new pattern. Some nights she came home alone very late and drunk.  She would just go straight to her bed and sleep, evidently well fucked. Other nights she came home earlier, drunk and with Arthur.  There was no mistaking the origins of the rhythmic noises or cries of passion coming from her bedroom.  He could hear his mother shouting, “Fuck me, you bastard!  Fuck me!” and Arthur growling, “Suck my dick, you god damned slut whore!” and other such things.  One thing was evident to Jeff, she didn’t mind the verbal abuse from Arthur. Indeed, to Jeff, Arthur’s harsh words seemed to excite her even more.  If he had said anything like that to her, he knew he would have his face slapped.  He also knew that Arthur was right, his mother was a slut whore.

Jeff drank and fumed… fumed and drank and started to plan.  He actually thought about killing her or Arthur or both. That idea, although a satisfying fantasy was of course dumb and Jeff was not dumb. He began to think of serious plans.  Then he decided on a course of action and moved to implement it.

The following Saturday he placed a mini-cam over her bedroom door pointing at his mother’s bed. He had previously recorded on his PC her last few nightly visits in his bedroom.  She would be surprised by her own aggressiveness toward her son when she viewed them later. He had expected to use the videos as jack off material, but the salacious videos might be more than that now, much more.   That night Jeff, with a bitter smile had a double scotch and waited for his mother to come home.

The club closed at two on Sat /Sunday AM.  He heard her car in the garage at two fifteen.  He waited nude, half drunk himself at the end of the dark hallway.  In a few minutes she stumbled into the hall then into her room. She was alone.  Jeff moved and stood in the shadows outside her open door while he watched her pull off her clothes. One by one Ann dropped the individual pieces on the floor. As soon as he saw her magnificent tits, his cock jumped to attention.

She walked into the private bath.  Jeff could see her in the full length mirror sitting on the toilet, her tits slowly swinging and her eyes half closed with her hair hanging limp. He could hear the piss drain from her, splash and drip into the bowl.

His mind moved over the thoughts of the last few weeks.    The fucking slut bitch had abandoned him. She had stopped sharing her body with him.  She had stopped sucking his cock. She had found a new man, a drunk like herself, and she had tossed Jeff aside.  ‘Well, fuck that shit,’ he thought his jaws tightly closed, ‘I have feelings too, you fucking whore.’

Jeff watched as his nude mother staggered back into her bedroom.  She fell into her king sized bed lying on her stomach, leaving the bathroom light as well as the bed room lights on. To Jeff she appeared to have passed out.  Jeff walked into the room, stroking his hard erection. When he ran his hand up her leg to her bare buttocks, she didn’t move.  She was unconscious.  A malicious smile spread across Jeff face.   He knew it would take a lot to wake her.

“You fucking cunt,” he spat. “Starting tonight, slut, you’re mine to do with as I like… you’ll see. Your little boy, your fifteen-year-old boy will be your boss man… you’ll be my fuck slave to do with as I like.”     

Moving slowly, Jeff felt up his passed out mother.  Enjoying himself, Jeff rolled his mother over and pushed her legs onto the bed.  She was out cold and only moaned to be left alone. He spread her legs, bent at the knees wide and took his first real look at his mother’s pussy.  She kept herself shaved with just a thin strip of trimmed pubic hair.  Her slit, outer lips mildly swollen, was darker pink and moist as it disappeared into her fuck hole.  He could smell the mild sweet aroma of her recently fucked cunt… Oh God, her pussy was everything he had hoped for.  Now kneeling between her legs, he just stroked his dick fascinated by the sight.

Jeff, his eyes glued to his mother’s seeping cunt, wet his dry lips, and then wet a finger. Slowly like touching a fragile flower, his finger disappeared between her tender feminine folds.  Her cunt seemed surprisingly warm, almost hot… wet with thick lubricant and totally ready for sex. He explored his mother’s pussy thoroughly.  When he massaged her clit, her hips moved slightly in response.  Whether the motion was to escape his fingers or to add to her pleasure, he didn’t know, couldn’t guess and didn’t really care.

The she moaned and protested. “Stop! Stop!” Ann said only half conscious. “I’m your mother Jeffery… I’m your Mom… you shouldn’t…” her voice drifted off for a moment.  “Don’t touch me… like this… no… no.  You’re a bad, bad boy.   No, don’t… Jeff stop… stop please.”  She seemed to drift away again.

Ann’s nipples were erect, her cunt wetter every second. Ignoring her pathetic protests, Jeff pushed a finger deep into his mother’s pussy, then pushed in three fingers.  Leaning forward, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. 

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you Mom? I know you do. You know how I know it, Mommy?”  Jeff bent to her lips and sucked her lower lip into his mouth then gave her a deep tongue kiss.  “You know why I know that you want your son to fuck you?” he continued.  “Because you’re a fucking whore, Ma.  A cheap fucking cunt.  You’re a slut, Ma, a slut whore.” Then with the last words he jammed his fingers in deep, “A total fuck slut.”

Apparently more conscious now, Ann whined as her hips began to gyrate slowly. “Oh, baby you don’t mean that. I know you don’t.” her voice was still weak and slurred, but Jeff heard passion starting to build there too.  Eyes closed, her hips moving with his fingers, her voice surrendered to him.  Mmmmmmm, maybe…. maybe we can do it just this once, baby.  If you really want, you can put your nice dick in your Mom…. just tonight Jeff. O.K.? You have such a nice dick, Baby.  Go ahead, put your thing in your old Mom.  It will be our secret, Baby.”

Now she was fucking his hand with abandon. Her voice gained dominance, became insistent. “Put your thingy in me, Baby …now, Baby, now!  Fuck your mommy good, you little fucker. Fuck me just like you fuck those little bitches in your high school.” Now she was fucking him in an erotic trance like state where the only consideration was self pleasure. She pulled Jeff to her and raised her pelvis. “Come on you son-of-a-bitch… show your Mommy what you have. Fuck your mother, you little bastard!”

Jeff was excited but still under control enough to want her voice on the digital recording he was making. “Say it louder, you country club whore… Say it louder. Say it!”

“Yes!  I want you to fuck me now, baby,” Ann said louder.

“Louder, you fucking cunt. Really loud or no cock for you. Tell me you’re a whore and want me to fuck you… and make it loud, damn you.” Jeff pulled and twisted her nipple. “Say it, Ma!” he hissed.

Trying unsuccessfully to push her pussy onto his cock, Ann yelled out, “Yes… yes, Jeff!  I want your cock in me! I want you to fuck me until you cum deep in my pussy, Baby… deep in your mother’s pussy!” 

Her voice was more organized now and full of hot passion, reaching up she started to pull on Jeff’s nipples. “Stick that big cock into your Mom and do me good… I want it good, you motherfucker …. Yessss,  you are a real motherfucker!  Now aren’t you?”  Ann dug her finger nails into her son’s muscular, bare ass cheeks while he entered her hot welcoming cunt.

Jeff couldn’t believe the pleasure of sliding his cock into his mother. He had had a lot of teen age girls but nothing prepared him for this. His cock was surrounded by a tight tunnel of hot wet squeezing muscles. He had an average length but very thick cock, and it filled her perfectly. He ran his fingers deep into her thick hair and held her down while he began to slow fuck her.

With her head pulled back, her mouth opened to his kiss and exploration. Jeff felt her legs tighten around his thighs as he began to increase his speed. Their tongues met in a twist of sensual pleasure and sin. Gritting his teeth, Jeff forced his cock deep into his mother, still furious at her for abandoning him; his cock became an implement of obliteration and symbol of his authority.

“Fuck me, Ma… fuck your little boy,” he growled at her increasing the pace still more. “You’re my fuck slut now… Mommy!”

“Do it baby … faster!  Your Mommy is all ready to cum… Faster baby, faster!  Harder you bastard… faster!”  Ann’s finger nails left long scratch marks on Jeff’s back, droplets of blood began to appear.

Ann began to scream the scream that Jeff had heard before from behind her closed door as she ‘entertained’ one of her special friends.  The scream electrified Jeff and he lost control, filling his mother’s tight cunt… the darkest recesses, with his incestuous hot silver gray cum.   Then they exploded together.  Hot sweating bodies grinding together as closely as possible. Burst of blinding color and raging erotic feelings, washed, splashed and flooded through their bodies.

*****

When Jeff came down to the kitchen in the morning, his mother had the coffee made and was sitting at the dinette set in the sun reading the morning newspaper. His robe was open and she could see that he was naked underneath.  Taking a sip of coffee she smiled at her son.

“Come sit with your old Mom and have some coffee, Jeff.” She gave him a pleasant motherly smile.

Jeff smiled back.  Walking to the built in TV, he slid a DVD into place. Taking the remote control he sat across from his mother and poured himself a cup of black coffee.

“Did you enjoy last night, Mom?” He looked into her eyes and smiled.

Ann blushed slightly and looked down at the table brushing away imaginary crumbs. “I did enjoy it Jeff… but I shouldn’t have. I wanted to put an end to all that. We can’t ever do that again.” Her eyes came up and met his.

“Ah… that’s where you’re wrong. Do you know what Dad would do if he saw this… or if his lawyer saw it?” Jeff clicked on the TV and the DVD flashed to life. First the drunken late night trips to Jeff’s room and the blow jobs, followed by all of the previous night. Jeff smiled at Ann when they clearly heard her tell him to fuck her.

Ann looked on in shock.  It was so obvious that she was the aggressor in the pictures in her son’s room.  Even when he surprised her in her own bedroom, she had fucked him with abandon. “You recorded all that?  You tricked me last night.  But why?”   She continued to stare at the screen, “You wouldn’t tell your father would you?”

“I’m sure there is no reason for Dad to find out anything. He would get custody of me, there goes your child support and he would stop your alimony. You would probable go to prison for raping a minor and of course the house and all this,” Jeff made a broad ark with his arms indicating everything, “would be gone.  But there is no need for any of that.”

“Mom, I want you to be my new slut and whore.  You are going to fuck me whenever I want you to. I’ll be fucking your mouth, fucking your ass and fucking your tight little pussy. You won’t any longer be allowed to wear clothing in the house when we are alone. And your boyfriend will have to fuck you somewhere else. Do you agree to all this?”

Unbelieving Ann looked at her son. “You little son-of-a-bitch… You really would do it, wouldn’t you? Send your own mother to prison…  You bastard!”  Her eyes had narrowed in anger, her fist clenched.

“That’s not an answer, Mom. But yes, I am a bastard and… yes, I would let you go to prison. Choice is yours, slut; my sex slave or jail.” Jeff sat with his hands clasped in front of him a blank expression on his face.

Ann realized she was trapped. One scenario after another flashed through her mind… nothing worked. “I guess I don’t have much of an option do I.” Her face relaxed now that she knew she had no choice.

“Good… then strip down right now. And I never want to see you with panties on again… burn them all.”  Jeff could feel his cock getting hard now knowing he would be sexually dominating his own mother.

He watched as a quiet Ann began to undress, taking off her light robe first and exposing her gorgeous tits. With only a skimpy thong providing a modicum of modesty, she looked pleadingly at her son for salvation.

"Strip!" was the unsympathetic reply she received.

With tears welling in her eyes, she put her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and began to push them down.  Once she had stepped out of her panties, he pushed his nude mother back onto the tabletop.  Grasping her legs just under the knees, Jeff spread his mother open.  He barely noticed that his mother's nipples were painfully engorged and erect. His main interest was with her cunt. He gazed lustily at his mother's pussy, the lips slightly spread. She was totally vulnerable. Excitement filled the teen boy's heart. She was his. His to do with as he wished. He nearly shot off, just pressing his cockhead into the moist slit.

Knowing that she was helpless to prevent it, Ann groaned as she felt her son’s hot cock head nestle into the folds of her sex.

With his glans warmly enveloped by his mother's hot labia, Jeff’s cock began its maiden voyage into the depths of  mother’s cunt. She grunted as he thrust deeply into her. “Your cunt’s mine, Ma.”  She grunted again as her son thudded once more into her cock socket. "Yeah, Ma, you like this, don’t you?”  As her son used her, Ann merely whimpered, quickly losing the battle as her pleasure grew. With the demanding stroking of her cunthole with her son’s cock, she began to thrust back, taking her son as deeply as she could, luxuriating in the feelings generated by wanton fornication.

Uhng! Ughn!” she moaned as her pussy spasmed around her son’s thrusting cock.

“Fuck yeah, you’re a real slut whore, Ma,” the son muttered as his mother’s climaxing pussy squeezed his stroking dick. Moments later he was grunting too as he shot off deep inside her. Withdrawing his sated cock, he released his mother's legs, and breathlessly said, "You loved that, didn't you, Ma?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Yes," she whispered, mortified of the truth, a truth that she had been struggling with for years. A truth that she now surrendered to.

"I thought so... You know, Ma, you’re a great piece of ass, a real nice fuck." Watching his incestuous cum dribble from his mother's freshly fucked pussy, stream over her asshole and puddle on the table, he relished the power he now held over his mother, a power manifesting itself as his cock began to harden and swell again. Ann stared in awe at the youthful prowess of her son, her lover, her master.

She saw the steely stare of her son as he raised her legs to his shoulders for the next assault. She was about to be fucked again and she felt her pussy tingle in anticipation. This time it would be longer. This is time she hoped that he'd make her cum and cum and cum. A wail of ecstasy filled the room as her son plunged into her and ground his pubic bone against her clit. “Yes, baby, yes… god, yes, fuck me, baby, fuck your poor old mom!!!!”


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