My Drunk Slut Mom

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When she went out to another one of these business dinners a few days later, I got really nervous. Couldn’t think about anything other than what happened the last time. Was it a complete fluke? Was there a chance it could happen again? Did I even want it to happen again? The very opportunity was incredibly exciting, but it was also scary. Really scary. I had been really lucky last time, both in terms of what happened and mom forgetting it all… Having that kind of luck again was really not guaranteed.

I spent hours agonizing over it. Trying to take my mind off it, I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, the living room and my own room. Then I made myself sandwiches, did some school work and watched some Netflix. Anything to not sit still and think about the possibilities of what might happen when mom came home. The anticipation was killing me.

Then she came home… and nothing happened. She hadn’t been drinking much, she was her normal, caring self, and just came home to spend the evening with me and watch some TV. I was actually relieved. I could relax now. Mom really didn’t remember anything, this had been a one-time thing and I didn’t have to worry about any consequences.

After a few more weeks, it almost seemed like a distant dream and part of my brain started questioning if it had even happened. There were still elements of it that I couldn’t forget, though. Specifically: the sensation. Yes, the circumstances were pretty insane, but even though I had been completely unprepared for what happened and that it had been with my mother, the fact remained that I had received my first blowjob and that it felt amazing.

My horny teenage brain would frequently return to that moment in time and let me relive it. Every time, I would obsess over the details. The feeling of her tongue licking over my swollen glans. The way she sucked the head gently as my cum started spewing forth. The way she stroked my thigh before the whole thing started. The delightful sounds she made…

I understood now why some guys were so obsessed with blowjobs. Once you had been there, receiving one from a skilled giver, experiencing that pleasure again was going to be high on your wishlist for a good long while. As time went by and the shock from the event subsided, my fantasies revolved more and more around this.

Months later, blowjobs had become a regular fantasy of mine. Having a girl place her mouth on me, licking and sucking away… Every time that image entered my masturbatory fantasies, I would cum like nobody’s business, stream after stream shooting from my cock as I furiously jerked it. I usually did this in the shower, so that it would be easy to clean up afterwards. Sometimes, I would fantasize about something happening in there, picturing a female form sitting on her knees, sucking me off instead of using my own hands…

“Mom!” I called out. “You’re gonna be late! I can see the limo outside!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I am…” she responded, stressed out by her own tardiness.

It was her own fault. She’d had over an hour to get ready, so what was the problem? Shower, hair, makeup, clothes… how long could that take?

Okay, so she did look amazing. She tiptoed quickly down the stairs while putting in her earrings, making her firm breasts bounce up and down as she ran. She was wearing a red cotton dress that clung tightly to her toned body, leaving just a little bit to the imagination. The rest of her ensemble matched perfectly: red shoes, lipstick and nails, a black purse, belt and dark hair… a perfect combination of colors. Her dress was really classy, not too short – perfect for the yearly company Christmas party.

“How do I look?” she asked as she checked herself in the hallway mirror.

“You look great, mom. Really great. Beautiful.” I answered, truthfully.

“Thanks, hon.”

She blew me a kiss and waved as she ran out the door. Once again, then, I was left in charge of the house while mom was out.

This time, I didn’t really think too much about ‘that thing that happened’. Since I knew she was going out, I had set up an online gaming session with a couple of buddies of mine. This whole Friday night was about playing Fortnite, drinking sodas and eating pizzas. Living an hour away from the city wasn’t that bad when we had a powerful broadband connection. Distracted by this wonderful teenage world, my mind was not really thinking about anything else.

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