Today's newspapers are filled with stories of family's being ripped apart by alcohol and drugs. This true story deals with alcohol and how it changed my family. My mom went through a period of serious alcohol abuse; abuse to the point of neglecting her only child...me.
Shortly after I turned 16 I had to start taking care of myself because mom was usually too drunk to function or passed out in her rocking chair. During this time dad was on the road a lot, he made a good living in sales but it kept him away from home most of the time. Mom missed him a lot and as a result started to hide out in a bottle.
Mom was 36 and not a real beauty queen by any means. Average pretty face, dark brown hair worn short and small breasts. I guess her best asset was her long legs and tight rounded ass. Looking through a son's eyes, I thought she was glorious. I took every opportunity to see her naked body and since our family wasn't real big on modesty, I had quite a few chances.
One of my favorite ploys was to start a conversation with her just as I knew she had to get dressed or change clothes. Mom thought nothing of it and I could look to my heart's content then dash to the bathroom and stroke my bone until I came. During that summer dad was gone as usual, mom was drunk and I was on my own.
At first I enjoyed the freedom but as time went on it got to be a drag. One afternoon I noticed mom passed out in her chair with her legs tucked up under her ass and much to my surprise she wasn't wearing panties. Mom had a real hairy snatch so I couldn't get a clear look at her pussy but I figured it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Closing the curtains so the neighbors wouldn't see, I knelt in front of her for my first close look at a woman's pussy.
I still could not see it as clearly as I wanted so without even thinking I reached out and started brushing the hair aside with my fingertips. Mom muttered something and shifted a little bit and I thought I was busted. Jumping up I quickly sat down on the sofa; clear of mom but still with a good view of her pussy. When she didn't wake up, I slowly returned to her chair.
"Mom," I called, shaking her arm, "Mom, wake up!"
When she didn't respond I resumed the parting of her pubic hair. Now I could clearly see the object of my curiosity. Her pussy was tightly closed, the thick outer lips pressed tightly together. Watching her face for signs of her waking, I gently started to pry them apart. I had to see her hole, the same one I had come from 16 years earlier.
Mom's face never changed but she did move her ass around a bit. Looking down I was mesmerized. There in all it's glory, laid out for me to see, was paradise. I could see everything from her asshole to her clit. I nearly came in my shorts. I knew that if I even touched my aching cock at that moment it would explode.
Gaining courage but still not sure, I reached up and again shook mom's arm, "Mom, mom, can you hear me?"
Getting no response I went back to my explorations. I started to lightly touch her pussy, running my fingers down the line between her inner lips and up over her clit. Still no response. Now I began to really check her out, touching and feeling every part of that beautiful female snatch. Finally I got the confidence to insert the tip of my finger in her fuck hole and nearly had a heart attack.
Mom moaned and rolled her ass further to the side. I thought she had woken up and that I was dead meat for sure but as I yanked back and looked up at her I could see that her eyes were still closed and her expression had not changed.
Looking back to her pussy I saw why she had started to move about, even out cold her body was reacting to my touch. Mom's pussy was starting to glisten with moisture. Again I inserted just the tip of my fingers in her vagina and again she moaned and moved a little. More confident, I continued to push my fingers into my mother feeling the slick, hot moisture clasp around them. I was in heaven. And I wanted more.
Just as I got my fingers in as far as they would go two things happened, mom started to flutter her eyelids and mumble something, and I lost all control and started to shoot in my shorts. Even as I gasped with the intensity of my cum I quickly removed my fingers from her pussy and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
After washing away the cum, my cock stayed as hard as iron. I had to jack off another load before I could get it back in my shorts.
The rest of that day and evening passed as usual, mom continued to drink and I fixed supper. I set the table and called mom, "Soup's on, come on and eat Mom."
"I'm not hungry dear, you go ahead and eat though," she called back from the living room.
Worried, I went to her and said, "Mom you need to eat, all that liquor is going to eat your stomach up if you don't."
Fixing me with a bleary gaze she said, "I'm OK, I've only had a little."
"Mom, you've drunk almost a fifth just this afternoon. I'm worried about you, I think you're drinking way too much," I responded.
Mom's expression softened as she realized that my concern was honest. She took my hand and said, "Honey, it is just that I am so lonely, I miss your dad a lot and an occasional drink does seem to help."
Touched by her dilemma, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You aren't alone Mom, I'm here with you."
To which she replied, "Son, I appreciate your company and I love you dearly but you just aren't what I need sometimes. Sometimes I need to have a man, your father around."
In light of what had gone on earlier I knew just what she meant but could only say, "OK Mom, just try to eat something later please."
"I will sweetie, now you go on and eat, after all you are still a growing boy."
Later that night, as I lay in bed stroking my cock replaying the events of the afternoon in my mind, I heard mom groaning and sobbing in her room. So, I was not the only horny person in the house that night? Just listening was enough to put me over the edge and my third cum of the day erupted from my pulsating teenage dick.
The next few days were pretty much the same; mom got drunk but to my disappointment didn't pass out. I soon started thinking about playing with her pussy and decided to help her along so that I might get another chance at it. I began to keep an eye on her glass and when it was empty I offered to bring her a fresh drink.
"Why thank you honey, that would be nice," was all she said.
I returned with her drink, sat it down and went back to watching TV. I didn't ask when I saw the glass empty again; I just went and refilled it. Mom didn't say anything as I brought her another drink. I took a close look at her and saw that her eyes were starting to get that glazed look.
About half way through that drink I saw her eyelids start to droop and said, "You look really tired mom, why don't you finish your drink and go take a nap."
Mom picked up her drink and after finishing it said, "Sounds like a good idea but I think I'll just curl up here in my chair for a while."
"Here, I'll close the curtains for you so the light won't bother you."
Mom tucked her feet up as before and in a matter of minutes I heard her breathing become deep and regular. I gave her about 15 minutes and then shouted, "MOM, MOM WAKE UP!" I crossed to her chair and shook her hard, "MOM," no response.
I assumed my position in front of her and lifted her skirt, damn; she was wearing panties today. I knew that as out of it as she was I could get them off but I didn't know if I would be able to get them back on or not so I settled for moving the crotch to one side.
As before her plump outer pussy lips were closed but I knew that that would change quickly. I took my burning cock out of my shorts and stroked it a couple of times, feeling the tingles shoot through my body. Releasing my cock I began to rub her breasts through her dress. After just a few moments I could feel her nipples harden against my palms. I continued to massage one tit as I moved my other hand down to her pussy.
I cupped her mound in my hand and started to rub it gently. I swear that I could feel the heat start to build as mom moaned and started to shift about in her chair. Looking closely I could see the beads of moisture start to seep from her cunt.
I checked her expression one last time then gave all my attention to that wonderful pussy. I didn't have to open it this time, mom was getting so turned on that her cunt had opened like a flower and was dripping with nectar. I moved my fingers over her sex and found that her clit was hard and poking out of its sheath. Rubbing it gently brought more moans and a gasp or two from her and her ass started to move in small circles. "HOT," I thought as I slid my finger up her now well-lubricated channel.
I had started to jack off as I played with her slit and now I wiped the precum off on her thigh. Feeling the soft skin of her thigh against the burning head of my dick was almost too much; I had to draw back. I continued to play with mom's pussy, bringing more moans and gasps from her as I tried to regain my control.
Then a thought hit me, if rubbing my cock on her leg felt so good, what would rubbing it on her cunt feel like?
I only thought about it for a few seconds before I moved. Grasping my cock I shuffled forward until the head was touching her outer lips, taking a deep breath I began to rub it up and down her slit. It was like electricity running up my cock and through my entire body. Mom seemed to feel it also, her moans became louder and her ass began to rotate faster.
I would have cum right then and there but fate intervened. Between my rubbing and mom moving I suddenly felt the head of my dick lodged in the opening to her vagina. I guess instinct took over since I don't remember thrusting into her pussy. All I know is that I had never felt anything like it before and my balls were about to explode.
Mom's ass had started to roll from side to side and I could feel the walls of her pussy clutching and squeezing my hard cock like a hand. Though her eyes were still closed she was muttering, "oh-oh-oh, Mmmmmmmmm."
That was all it took, I shoved my raging cock in as far as it would go and had the most mind blowing cum of my life. It felt like I dropped a bucket of spunk in her grasping cunt. God was it great. I had never experienced anything even close to that kind of pleasure before. Jacking off was a poor substitute.
Before I could withdraw my still hard cock from mom's pussy she opened her eyes and attempted to focus on me, "Wh-wh-at have y-you, mmmmmm, d-done?"
I was frozen with fear, my cock was still in mom and I couldn't move. I stammered, "I c-c-couldn't stand it mom. You are s-so b-beautiful that w-w-when you p-passed out I had to f-f-fuck you."
"Why son?" she asked, not making any effort to push away.
"I got to thinking about you being so lonely and me so horny and I have always loved you Mom." As my fear started to subside my still throbbing cock seemed to start making small motions of it's own.
"I saw your pussy the other day and loved it so much that I just had to see it again. I guess I got carried away this time. It won't happen again mom, I promise." But I still held myself firmly in her.
About that time mom rolled her hips again and said, "You still have your hard cock in my hot pussy, moving it around in there and you can promise that this won't happen again?"
Even confronted by mom this way, caught in the act so to speak, I was still burning with lust and couldn't stop moving my cock in her. Still I had to say something, "Mom, it feels sooo gooood fucking you, I just can't stop."
"You're right baby, it does feel goooood. Don't stop now Pleaassee, FUCK ME! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD I'M CUMMING!!"
I started to thrust into mom as hard as I could and in just seconds I was screaming, "I'm Cumming Mom. Take it, please take my cum."
Mom went into a second spasm as she felt my sperm splash on her cervix and run back out of her cunt, "OH, cum in your mother. Shoot your hot cum in my pussy."
I collapsed over her as I came and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for the first time. "I love you so much mom, I don't want you to be lonely or have to stay drunk all of the time."
"I love you too baby," she murmured against my lips.
Today, five years later mom has not complained of being lonely nor has she touched alcohol again.