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Partying with Mom (mother/son, inc, Mf, nc)

Partying with Mom


	For the last five years or so I've been completely straight.
That is to say I've been drug free... heterosexual too.  Well, for six
months now I've been off the wagon, drinking and smoking the root.  I
got laid off from my job and in my depression turned to my old ways for
comfort.
	But this isn't a story about my drug problems.  It's about the
most perverse and exciting thing I've ever done.  You see, my mother
came to town two weeks again the midst of my abuses.  I'm not a
teenager anymore and she was staying in my house so I'd be damned if I
wasn't going to drink and smoke.  So it began.
	My mother's been having a tough time for the last couple of
years.  She and my father have divorced and she's just turned 50.  All
she seems to do is read self help books and search for herself.  The
divorce left her with a shitload of cash from my father's years as a
high level executive.  So she has the time, money and inclination to
try to find herself.
	When she came to stay with me for a week I was definately
annoyed.  We haven't gotten alog that well for quite a while and I
figured she'd be riding my about my drinking and smoking.  As it
turned out things went quite differently.
	She hung out in my computer room talking to me while I partied
at the keyboard with the tv droning away at us.  At first I was
uncomfortable with this but after a while it seemed fairly normal.  My
mother talked incesently about herself and how she was feeling, bla,
bla, bla.  I don't mean to sound insensitive but I'm having my own
problems and she's just self centered enough not to notice.
	By the third night she was at my house she began to ask me
what being high was like.  I couldn't believe she'd never tried it
before and laughed like hell.  She'd been watching me high and it
didn't seem so impairing and she had become curious.  She began
drinking beer while talking and was becoming obviously buzzed.  Her
tolerance is practically nill.  So I suggested she smoke a joint with
me.  Unbelievably she agreed.
	The whole thing kinda creeped me out a bit.  She used to break
my balls about my pot smoking when I was in high school and here she
was offering to join in.  Well, I had to go through with it.  In fact,
I was getting kind of excited by the proposition.  I've always had a
bit of a perverse crush on my mom.  When I was a teen I even wrote
some fantasies out where I fucked her.  I'd masturbate with her
panties and everything.  It was my big secret and as such had a hell
of a power over me.
	Anyway, I rolled a big fat doobey and lit it up.  When I
passed it to her she held it like it was going to bite.  I showed her
how to inhale it and she gave it a try.  Not bad for a beginner.  I
pushed her to take nearly ten hits before I snubbed it out.  At first
there was no real sign of it's effect on her and I was afraid that for
some reason she wouldn't get high.  But suddenly she just started
laughing hysterically.  It was really funny seeing her loose control
like this.
	After maybe twenty minutes of solid laughter she just started
fading away.  That was it!  Really fucking stoned to utterly spent.  I
tried to get her to get up and go to bed because she was really
becoming quite a downer for me.  She was sitting or slouching actually
against the wall on the spare bed in this computer room, falling
asleep.  
	I got up out of my seat then and tried to get her up to go to
bed.  She muttered something and then just lay down on her back.  I
shook her a little and said "C'mon mom, let's go.  You should go to
bed.  C'mon."  Nothing.  She was out.  I sat down next to her in
frustration, somewhat worried about what she'd say in the morning.  As
I sat there thinking it came to me unbidden.  She was out and I was
alone with her.  I was shocked at what I was thinking but how could I
not.  This was the fantasy of my youth.  Maybe just a little touching.
	I couldn't believe what I was contemplating but man did it
give me a boner.  I looked down at her sleeping figure and examined
her body.  I know that all the fantasy stories claim that the object
of their passion looked good for her age but I'm telling you my mother
does.  She must be about 5'8" and 115lbs with shoulder length sandy
blonde hair and slim figure.  She was laying there in a soft beige
sweater, a pair of jeans and socks.
	"Hey mom!" I yelled.  "Mom, get up!"  Nothing but deep
breathing.  I reached down and shook her roughly this time.  Just I
sigh or a moan and more deep breathing.  Well, what the fuck?  I slid
my hand across the fabric of her sweater towards her lright breast.
When I reached it I was nearly panicked but she still didn't wake up.
So I massaged her tit a little, managing a squeeze here and there.
God it was soft.  After a few minutes of this I dared to move my other
hand into the action, feeling both her breasts through the sweater.
	As my dick throbbed I grew more bold.  I grabbed her tits hard
and squeezed them tightly.  Since she still didn't react I decided I
had to go farther but this room wasn't the place.  I needed to get her
into her room in case she started coming around.  I had to count on
her not being able to recall her passing out so that if she was to
find herself partially or fuly undressed in her own room it wouldn't
seem so strange.  I decided that if she starting coming to I would
bail out and leave her in what ever state I got her to.  
	I lifted her up off the bed then and carried her snoring shell
into the other bedroom.  I shut the door to the hall just enough to
dim the room but still allow me to see her.  Before laying her down on
the bed I sat her limply on it's edge with her head on my shoulder.
With all the courage I had left I untucked her sweater from her waist
line and lifted it gently.  I struggled getting it over her arms but
after a minute or so I was successful.  I dropped the thing on the
floor then laid her back on the bed.  Her breasts rose out the white
cotton bra as if calling out to me.
	She was still completely unconscious so I decided to get her
pants off while I still could.  I reached down and undid her belt and
then her pants button and zipper.  I could see her panties underneath.
I reached behind her a little and pulled the waist of her jeans over
her hips.  I froze.  She muttered something and moved a little.  Oh
man, what if she woke up with me taking her pants off?!  I sat still
for maybe 5 full minutes waiting to see what would happen.  Nothing.
So I began the extraction again.  Off they came revealing her pantied
mound, her legs and finally her feet again.  They were off.
	Just to be safe I left her there for a minute and went outside
the room.  Then I called to her.  "Hey mom!" I yelled.  "Mom!  Are you
ok!"  Nothing. Cool.  I went back in. There she was in just her bra
and panties.  I had seen her like this when I was a kid but i had
never been able to stare.  Now I gazed at her, even spreading her legs
a little so I could get a better shot between them.  It was too much.
	I began to stroke her mound gently, feeling her pubic hair
beneath.  Then I slid down between her legs pressing ever so slightly
to feel her vulva give under my fingers.  I could feel her vaginal
outline throught the soft satin fabric.  My other hand began to feel
her breasts again.  With my boner pounding I could hardly control the
intensity as I pushed harder between her legs splitting her womanhood
more and more with each stroke.  
	It was time to see her tits then.  I reluctantly stopped
stroking her cunt and focused my attention on her bra.  The latch was
in the back.  I reached around behind and lifter her a little, groping
for the clasp.  After a second  found it and worked it free.  The
moment of truth... her breasts fell free of their harness as I pulled
it over her arms.  Very nice.
	I took a my mom's bare tits in each hand and began to work
them over squeezing vigorously.  Since she still didn't respond I
began to pinch her nipples between my finger and thumb, twisting and
pulling.  Against her unpresent will they grew taught.  With both
hands I reached down and took each of her nipples and pulled tight
watching her skin tighten and breasts change shape then pow.  Let them
snap back into place, sometimes even shaking them to watch them flop
around gracelessly.  Well, with no response I couldn't just stop
there.
	Moving back down to her panties I reached around and grabbed
their wasreband and pulled.  They peeled off her erotically, enticing
me and then revealing her.  As I pulled my mother's panties over her
feet I was struck by what what I was doing again.  I had now
successfuly stripped my mother naked and was looking at her bare
pussy.  No telling how far I was going to take this but now I knew I
wanted to be naked.  I rushed to my room and stripped.
	When I came back in I quickly moved to the side of the bed and
turned her around so that her legs fell over the edge in front of me.
I then lifted them, bending them at the knees and let them fall bent
and propped to the side.  Her legs spread so wide that her labia
actually pulled apart a bit.  I stared wild eyed right into the cunt
that bore me into the world.  Time for a visit home!
	

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