Later that night, you hear her stumble in. It’s not too late, but you pretend to be as you see her stumble into the living room. She beelines unsteadily towards your place on the couch. She lays on top of you, slurring her words as you watch her reach for the belt buckle on your jeans…
…You protest at first. Not really because you don’t want it. You do. You’re hard just seeing your mom’s tits pressed against your thighs. Her mouth so close to your cock. She unzips as you tell her no, it’s not right, but she’s a woman on a mission. A mission to fuck you. Her own son. You’re more than happy to oblige, giving only fake protests as she starts to stroke and suck you. She tells you that she’s going to take your virginity tonight, sitting back and straddling you to tease your cock with her dripping wet pussy. You can’t take your eyes off her as she strokes you against her wet hole before she begins to slide down onto your throbbing dick