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Subject: {ASSM} Rewritten: The Night Mom Got Drunk. (mF, inc)
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THE NIGHT MOM GOT DRUNK, rewritten. (mF, inc)

  By Spiller

  The events I'm going to describe took place nearly 40 years
ago, but they still stand vividly in my mind - and are still
among my favourite dreams when I masturbate.

  I grew up with my single mother, as my father left us when I
was 6 and my mother was 26. Not that I missed him. My only
recollections of him are those of a violent man, who would not
control his temper, neither towards mom, nor me.

   When I turned into my teens I started to notice, what a
gorgeous woman my mother was. Up till then I only thought of her
as a loving, funny and pretty woman, who was always there when I
needed her. But as I started growing hair in different places I
also noticed, what a fine body she had. She was small and slim,
had almost black hair with a tinge of red, small, pert breasts
which were always bouncing under her blouses. And even though her
tummy was flat and well trained, her behind was rounded and
beautiful with its firm, high buttocks.

  We had never hidden our bodies from each other. My naked mom in
the bathroom was a sight I was used to all my life, and I wasn't
shy with her either. But when I turned 13 and discovered the joys
of masturbation, I sometimes found this a bit difficult, because
pretty soon the pictures from magazines, which were my first
inspirations, were replaced with images of my mother in the
shower, or naked in our secluded garden, where she would work on
her tan.

  Shortly before my 14th birthday I experienced two weeks of
Heaven and Hell. Mom had an accident with her bike, and she broke
her left wrist and hurt her right shoulder badly. With her left
wrist in a cast and her right arm and shoulder in a tight sling,
she found she could not wash herself in the shower, and the first
morning she called me. When I entered the bathroom she was
standing naked beside the shower and she turned to me.

   "John, I really can't wash myself as it is. You'll have to do
it for me."  I blushed and didn't answer at once, so she smiled
at me and said: "Oh, come on, John. You've seen me naked a
hundred times before, and now you just have to help me."


  "Oh, yes, of course," I answered, "I hope I won't hurt you.


  "No. I'll tell you if you do.


  Quickly I shed my pyjamas and joined her in the shower. She
showed me the washrag and the soap, and a plastic bag to put
round the cast on her left arm, and soon I was soaping her all
over. I really was in heaven! I had to lift her right arm to get
to her armpit, and her beautiful breasts were right under my
nose.  When I had finished her belly, thighs and legs she smiled
down to me.

  "There is no way to avoid it, dear. You shall have to wash my
pussy too. But this washrag is a bit too rough. Can you use your
hands?"

  If I could have disappeared down the drain I should have done
it - but like she had said, there was no way out. With a lot of
soap on my right hand I found my way in between her thighs, and
for the first time I was feeling a pussy - and it was my mother's
!  She spread her legs a little bit more and bent down a little
in her knees. "Yes, that's fine, and then from behind, too." So I
also had to clean out her arse.  Later I rinsed the parts, where
I could avoid to wet her bandages, with the showerhead, and the
last bits of soap I cleaned off with the washrag.

  "That was a fine job, dear. I'm afraid you'll have to add this
to the other chores I can't do for the next couple of weeks.
Thank you, dear."  She kissed me on my cheek, and I proceeded to
dry her off, and later I helped her to get dressed her in her
bedroom.

  Fortunately for this first time I was so bloody nervous, that
my cock showed its good will by not raising its head. But for
sure that was the only time it did. Already the next morning,
while I was washing her pussy, it started to swell, and a little
later it was almost standing to attention.  This time mom
pretended not to have seen it, but on the third day she could not
help but notice.

  "I didn't realize that this might be a bit hard on you, dear.
I'm glad you find me pretty enough to give you that reaction -
but we can't really do anything about it, can we?  I am sorry,
but I have to rely on you in this matter, and I hope I'll get
well, soon."

  So, that was that. For the next two weeks my cock was hard as a
board while I washed and showered mom, but nothing more was said.
Today as a grown man I can tell, that she must have been pretty
affected by the presence of my hard cock, because her nipples
were all hard through the showers, but I didn't know the meaning
of that at the time.  For two weeks the poor woman was washed by
her randy son, and her injuries prevented her from giving herself
a relief, back in the bedroom.

   Finally she got better, and the first to go was the tight
sling round her shoulder. Our bathing sessions came to a halt,
and two weeks later she got rid of the cast on her left wrist.  I
don't know if I put more into it, than I should, but this was
also the last time I saw mom naked - that is, naked in the
innocent way. She seemed to avoid `situations' - and she started
to wear a bathrobe going to the bathroom.  Then it all changed.

  About a week later our neighbours threw a big party for their
15th anniversary. Lots of food, wine, beer, brandy etc. and
dancing on the lawn. My mother was really enjoying herself at the
party, and by mid evening her state in all fairness could only be
described as: Drunk. She called for me to support her on her way
back to our own house. The neighbour's wife asked me, if I could
handle the situation - after all I was only 2 days from my 14th
birthday - but I assured her, that I'd bring mom back and see to
it, that she was put properly to bed with a pail by the bedside.

  Mom certainly couldn't have managed the walk herself, but with
her arm round my shoulder and my right arm round her waist, we
got home, and with a bit of giggling and joking we also climbed
the stairs to her bedroom. I sat her down on her bed and asked
her if she wanted to go to sleep now. She sat there, swaying a
little and answered: "Yes, I think I have better. Can you help
me?"

  Of course I could. I grabbed the hem of her blouse and dragged
it up past her breasts and over her head. She barely managed to
lift her arms, but off it came, and her beautiful, small breasts
were naked to my eyes. Beautiful brownish circles, topped by two
hard and long nipples. With my arm round her neck I eased her
down onto her back and proceeded to take off her skirt. She
helped me a little by trying to lift her arse off the bed, so I
could pull the skirt all the way down. And there she was,  naked,
except for a pair of nearly see through, white panties, that
looked gorgeous on her suntanned body and which showed her
magnificent black bush to me.

  Suddenly she whispered: "Oh, God, I'm going to be sick."  I ran
to fetch a pail, and together we managed to get her head over the
edge of the bed, in time, and she was very sick into the pail. A
little bit was left on her chin and a few drops dripped down on
her chest.  As I took the pail to the bathroom I said: "Wait a
second. I'll bring the washrag and some water." When I had
cleaned out the pail I returned, with the soaped rag and a bowl
of water and a towel.

  "Oh, I'm so sorry you should see me like this," mom said, "but
I feel a lot better now."

  "Hey, that's all right, mom. I'll just clean off those little
drops on you."

  She looked at the rag and then she giggled: "Oh, my. Do you
think your Willie can stand that?"

  "It's not a Willie any more, mom, it's a cock. And if it can't,
you have seen it get hard before, haven't you."

  She giggled again. "Yes, I certainly have, haven't I. And a
fine one it is, if I may say so."

   I cleaned off her chin and her breasts, and for sure my cock
made no secret of it. While I was drying her, my trousers looked
more like a tent, and to my great surprise mom stretched out her
hand and squeezed my cock lightly, and her eyes were focused on
it all the time. When I dried her breasts she sighed heavily, and
as the towel no longer touched her breasts she whispered to me:

  "Touch my breasts again, John, but without the towel." I
dropped the towel in a fraction of a second, and both my hands
went to her breasts. I loved the feeling of them, so soft and yet
so firm with the nipples upturned.
  "Touch my nipples," she whispered again, and all the time she
was fondling my cock through my trousers. I let my index fingers
circle her nipples, and then, out of pure instinct, I pinched
them between two fingers and let a third scratch lightly on the
nipples. Now she was definitely moaning, but those were the days
when porn-movies hardly existed, and I, for one, hadn't seen any,
so I really did not know how to continue.

  At last I got an idea. I let my right hand slide down her body,
until I could take hold of the waistband of her panties, and I
whispered: "Can I wash you there, but without the soap?"

  She let go of my cock, and for a brief second I was afraid I
had been too rash. Then she looked up, and her eyes looked so
open, and she looked so vulnerable.

  "You know, this is all wrong, John. And I know it's because I
got so drunk at the party. But yes. You may touch my pussy if you
want. In fact I want you to do it."

  Having said this she let herself fall backwards on the bed. I
lifted her legs up on the bed, and then I started to pull off her
panties. She smelled wonderful and strong down there, and this
time she helped me a bit more, lifting her arse off the bed to
make it easier.

  "Come on, John. Hurry up and take off your clothes before I
regret this."  I don't know that I have ever undressed that fast.
I laid down beside mom, and quickly my hand found her beautiful
black bush. Her hairs were shiny and curly and they felt coarse.
She grabbed my hand and pushed it further down.

  "Come on, boy, wash me like you did." My hand slid in between
her thighs, and I was very surprised to feel, that she was almost
as wet as when I really washed her in the shower. I moved my hand
up and down, as if I was really washing her , and she jerked her
hips up to meet my fingers.

  "Come, I'll show you."  She pushed my hand away and replaced it
with her own.  -  "Look here, John. This is the way." She let her
two first fingers press against the top of her crack, and then
she made circular movements with them. "Come, dear, do it that
way."

  I had not been doing it for very long when she really started
panting and humming. - "Oh,  boy, kiss my nipples, now!"  I
leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth. I was slurping with my
tongue round it, while my right hand was busy masturbating my own
mother ! Suddenly she cried out as if in pain. And then: - "My
God, I'm coming. I'm going to come right now." She let out a
squeal, and her whole body started shaking. Actually I was a
little bit scared, that I had done something wrong, but right in
the middle of her orgasm she opened her eyes and looked at me
with an expression of love and happiness, and she was still
crying out, as the last spasms shook her wonderful body. She put
her hand on top of mine and gently lifted it away.

  "Hey, wait a second. I'll just have to come down from this. Oh,
God, it was wonderful." She guided my hand in a long caress over
her belly, breasts and neck, and at last she threw her arms
around my neck and lifted her head up so she could kiss me. She
really didn't taste that well. A lot of alcohol and a tinge of
her being sick. But her kiss was hot and randy, and I loved it.

  When she let go of me after the hot kiss, I pressed my cock
against her thigh, just to remind her that I still had this
`problem'. She moved her hand down to my cock, and for a little
while she just kept it still, holding her fingers round it.

  "This is terrible, John. I know I shouldn't have got drunk in
the first place. And then getting so randy ! You know it's all
wrong, don't you?"

  "I know it's forbidden, but it can't really be wrong when it
feels so good, can it?

  "Maybe you are right. But anyway, I'm going to let you fuck me
! And thanks to my being drunk I'm going to enjoy it. But swear
to me, you will never ever tell anyone what we have done.
Promise?"

  "Of course I promise. Never and ever."

  "All right, you lovely boy. Come here."  She lifted her legs
and let her knees fall apart, and at the same time she guided me
with her hands on my hips, until I was just where I was supposed
to be. Then she put her right hand down between us, grabbed my
iron hard cock and guided it into her cunt.
  "Ooohhh, come now.  Push it in." That first time when your cock
slides into a cunt is unforgettable. And I had the good fortune,
that the cunt was all wet and slippery, it was experienced, and
it belonged to a woman I had loved all my life. It was beyond
description. Mom had grabbed my arse, and she pressed me all the
way into her, and then she clasped her legs round my body and
held me still.

  "Oh, this is heaven," she sighed. "Don't move very much now.
Just small movements so we can really  enjoy this feeling."

  I was all electric. My cock was tingling all over, mom's juices
were bathing it, and she was making small, squeezing movements
with her cunt. Suddenly I could stand it no more. I started
fucking her for real. Moving in and out faster and faster. Mom
had drawn her lips back from her teeth, and she was working her
cunt up and down to meet my thrusts. It only took a minute or
two, and then my whole world exploded, and I was pumping spurt
after spurt of semen into her.

  "Oh, my God," she screamed. "One more push, and I'll come too!"
 I pushed a few times as my orgasm was subsiding, and mom came 
again with a yell, and her whole body going into cramps.

  I stayed on top of her while my cock was getting smaller and
smaller. I felt completely drained, so I rested my head on her
pillow with my mouth  close to her neck, and my dwindling cock
still in her. By then the alcohol got the better of her, and
before I had time to withdraw and roll over, she was sound asleep
with her arms splayed out, and her son's cock buried in her.

  I have to admit I was a bit disappointed, that she had fallen
asleep. I was not drunk, it was only 10 o'clock, and I felt my
cock starting to enjoy the warm wetness of her cunt again. In
fact, I felt it starting to grow again in spite of mum's regular
breathing, sleeping the comatose sleep of a drunk.
  I could not help myself. Even though I knew she was dead to the
world, her cunt felt so hot and alive, that I started to make
small movements in and out. Her whole body was so hot and soft,
and her cunt was like silk with her juices and my sperm in it. In
the beginning I think I really hoped she would wake up and be
just as randy as before - but after a minute or two the situation
got to me, and  I found it extremely exciting to fuck my mother
while she was sleeping.

  Carefully I lifted myself up on my stretched arms and I also
supported myself on my knees, so the only place I had contact
with her body was my cock sliding in and out of her delicious
cunt. The juices were squishing round my cock and I was tingling
all over, and the heat was spreading to my whole body. My God how
she looked beautiful in her sleep. The perversion of what I was
doing, together with the wonderful sensations I derived from her
cunt, very soon brought me to the brink of coming. I really
wanted to prolong these wonderful minutes, but when mom suddenly
started moaning in her sleep - a very erotic moan - I flashed
over the top, and my cock spurted five or six times into mom. I
continued moving very slowly, until my cock went limp and fell
out of her by itself. Carefully, not to disturb her, I laid down
beside her. For a short second I considered going to my own room,
to spare her the embarrassment in the morning, but my strong wish
for a repeat performance the next day made me stay naked beside
mom. Then I'd face the music next morning, and just hope for the
best.  Ten minutes later I was sleeping just as soundly as mom.

  I woke up early next morning. During the night I had moved
closer to mom, so I was now lying with my head on her shoulder
and my right arm across her body. Fortunately I had a slow
awakening so I did not wake her up.  For a long time I just
enjoyed the feeling of her body against mine, while pictures of
the previous night passed through my brain. The weak morning
light fell on her body. God, how pretty she was. Her beautiful
breasts were pointing straight up into the air and only slipped
slightly towards the sides of her chest. In that morning light I
could see tiny, tiny little hairs starting under her bellybutton,
stretching down to where the blankets were covering us. My groin
was close to her hip, and that treacherous cock of mine started
moving again!

  Slowly, so as not to wake her up, I moved my right arm so that
it was my hand instead of my arm, which rested on her stomach.

  A minute later I started to follow that downy black trail down
to the blankets, and a little bit under them. My heart was racing
by now, partly because I was so randy, but mostly because I had
no clue at all as to how mom would react. I was sure, that last
night only happened because she was so drunk, but what now?

  My hand slowly crept down to her bush, and her wiry, black
curls felt wonderful against my palm. Incredible that so much joy
and happiness could hide under that hair. I could not help
myself. My middle finger slowly crept down to her cunt and rested
for a while on her clit. It felt as if mum suddenly drew in her
breath in a faster rhythm, and I quickly lifted my finger from
her clit.

  She was still lying without a move, but I nearly died, when she
whispered to me: "It's all right, son, I'm not asleep. You can
touch it again, if you want." In broad daylight you'd have seen
my face turn purple. I let my finger find her clit again, and I
whispered:  "Oh, how I love you, mom."

   She must have been awake for some time, because she was very
wet already. And suddenly I was very much aware of how wonderful
she smelled. I always liked her smell, but this morning it was
incredibly sexy. All the dried up juices from yesterday, and the
fresh stream she was sending out now, accounted for the wildest
and sexiest perfume on earth. And for the rest of my life I have
been dependent on it !  One of the reasons for arguments with my
first wife was, that she insisted on washing her cunt and thighs
when we had made love, before we went to sleep. At last I missed
that  sexy morning perfume so much, that it became one of the
many rocks which tilted our marriage. And it was this wonderful
morning, that I learned from mom to appreciate it.

  I moved my finger slowly and lightly on her clitoris, and mum
rewarded me by breathing harder and harder. I made small circular
movements for a little while, before I moved my finger further
down to drown it in the juices of her opening, but then mom
stopped her hard breathing and whispered: "No, go back up again.
You were doing it so wonderful." When my finger was resting
against her clit again, she put her left hand on top of my hand
and pushed it up and down a few times. I got the idea, and now I
stroked her clit slowly up and down. As her breathing became
heavier and faster I increased the rhythm with it, and suddenly
mom let out a heavy gasp. She clasped her thighs round my hand
and started coming.

  "Oh, no. Oh, God, I'm coming already. Oh, I'm so wicked, and
this is so good. Oh, John, you are.... ,"  and all the time her
body was shaking, and the muscles of her flat belly were rippling
in the most exciting way.

  It lasted longer than an eternity before she suddenly relaxed
her legs again, her breathing decelerated, and she threw her arms
round me and started kissing my hair, my forehead, my eyes and
then my mouth.

  She pulled her arm out from under me, so my head was resting on
the pillow, and she propped her head up on her right arm, so that
she could look down on me. Those eyes melted me totally. And her
long, black, wavy hair hung down over her shoulders and framed
her pretty face so wonderfully.

  "I hope you know, that what we have done together is so
forbidden, that I can go to prison if anyone finds out, don't
you?"

  "Yes mom, I know. Our horrible history teacher gave us a long,
long lesson about it, when we learned about the old Egyptian
royalty, where brothers and sisters married."

  "That's good. Because from now on you can't even give me a hug,
when other people are present, you understand that?"

  "I don't care. I'm more afraid, that you will not let me hold
you when we are alone. It was so wonderful yesterday. And just
now."

  "I know. And it was the best ever for me. I know I should not,
but from now on you may kiss me, hold me and love me, whenever
you want to. And right now I'm going to make love to you. You
just stay right on your back where you are."

  While she was saying this her hand had crept down to my cock
which was still hard as a board. She lifted her leg over my body
and straddled me, so my cock was squeezed tightly against her
cunt. She moved back and forth a few times, then she raised
herself on her knees and presented me with yet another of those
images, I shall never forget: She hung her head down to watch,
while she gripped my cock and steered it to the entrance of her
cunt. With a deep sigh she lowered herself, until it was all
buried in her. The feeling was so out of this world that I closed
my eyes.

  "No, my boy. Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you. I
want you to see and to feel and to enjoy it all, right until you
spurt into me." She started moving up and down on my cock. Her
small breasts were swinging, her hair was flowing, and her eyes
and mouth were smiling to me all the time, and all the more, when
I exploded into her with a scream.

  I promised mom never to tell anybody, and I have kept that
promise for 39 years. We made love nearly every night until I was
19. Then she started encouraging me to date other girls. I did,
but for me it was no success. None of those young cows could
compare to mom. And fortunately we made love now and then, when
the opportunity was there, for the rest of her life. When I was
35 I married my second and present wife, who is a spitting image
of mom, only her hair is almost white, called ash-blonde. Mom
died half a year ago, so I feel free to tell the story now.




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