A Mother's (Drunken) Love

From a request by A. Sherman. Some tags for later chapters.

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With a contented sigh, Bartholomew Estheim rolls off of his wife Nora, leaving her unfulfilled. Again. She lets out a frustrated sigh and sits up, the dull light filtering through the nearby window only barely illuminating her body. She turns to berate her husband but finds him well into sleep. This was how it had been for some years now. Bartholomew had grown increasingly heedless of her needs in the bedroom. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm caused by something other than her fingers. Nora had had quite enough. Wordlessly she got out of bed, angrily collecting her discarded clothing. In a huff she dressed, grabbed her keys and set off into the night. Her absence was noticed by exactly no one.



The first anyone knew she had even left was when she stumbled back inside some hours later. In the kitchen stood a very startled Hope Estheim. Her son. Her handsome, intelligent, perfect son. She smiled drunkenly at him.



“Hope! Why are you up so late?” Nora asked, her speech slurring slightly. Hope, 13 years old and clearly taking after his mother physically, just stared at her for a few long moments, the bowl of cereal on the counter beside him briefly forgotten. Nora grinned at the boy and joined him in the kitchen, less walking there and more lurching. She nearly fell over, but Hope quickly reached out and caught her around the waist. She giggled drunkenly. “That’s my boy. Always on top of things.” She slurred. Hope grimaced when he caught a whiff of her breath. It reeked of alcohol. He carefully set her back on her feet.



“Mom? Are you okay? You’ve been drinking haven’t you?” Hope asked, eyeing her carefully as she swayed to and fro.



“Drinking? No! Nononono, well yes, a little. I had a few. And then a few more.” She broke into more barely coherent giggling. Hope just grimaced further. “I think. You know what I think. You should be in bed, come on, off to off to bed with you.” Nora ushered him out of the kitchen, stopping to steady herself on a chair for a moment. She followed him into his room and shepherded him into bed. Hope put up little resistance, having never seen her like this before and not really wanting to antagonize her. He started to protest when she pulled his loose lounge pants off but she quieted him with a lopsided smile. “Gotta get you comfortable of course!” Was all the explanation he got. His eyes shifted side to side uncomfortably as she pulled his shirt up over his head. They went wide when she kissed him on the lips. He was frozen in shock. She pulled away after a moment and giggled. “Missed your forehead. Sorry about tha-”



She never finished her sentence, collapsing onto his chest midway through it, unconscious. Hope remained motionless for several minutes, not sure what the hell just happened. He nearly leapt clean through the ceiling when he felt a hand rubbing his crotch through his underwear. He looked down to see his mother’s hand was the culprit. She mumbled something incoherent, clearly not actually conscious. Despite himself, Hope felt blood rush to his groin, filling it, bringing it to full attention in just a few seconds. He screwed his eyes shut and silently begged it to go down.



“Nnnng, izzis fer me?” Nora’s words fumbled through her lips. Her eyes were open and focused as best they could on the throbbing bulge not 2 feet from her face.



“M-mom! What’re you-”

“Oh hush you. Just let momma have her fun. It’s been so very long..” Nora’s voice trailed off and, though Hope couldn’t see it, her face fell into one of sadness. Her mind clouded by the copious amount of alcohol and her own sexual frustration, the next move she took made perfect sense to her. Her face set in a look of determination, she stood, straddled her sons shins and pulled his underwear down. His engorged prick quickly righted itself, standing rigid and proud, despite it’s owners fervent wishes to the contrary. Nora felt the most wonderful warmth flood her body as she looked upon her son’s manhood. It was impressive for one so young. Larger than his father’s she wagered, which would put it somewhere in the range of 6 ½ to 7 inches, with only a hint of a rightward curve. It twitched invitingly in time with his heartbeat. She noted happily that he was only just starting to grow pubic hair, it being little more than peach fuzz.



“Now you just hush and let your mother do her thing okay?” Nora said, her voice husky with drink and lust. Hope wasn’t given a chance to protest before she bent down and took him into her mouth. His head fell back and he groaned softly.



“Oh god, mom.” Hope whispered as she bobbed her mouth up and down on her sons cock, swirling her tongue around every single inch of his flesh it could reach. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice screamed at Hope to make her stop. Something about it being wrong. But it was a small voice and very far away. When he felt her mouth leave his shaft he opened his eyes at last to see what was wrong, but immediately shut them again as she took one of his balls into her mouth and very carefully sucked on it, gently caressing it with her tongue. Hope clenched his fists against the sensations assaulting his young, virgin body. It was only recently girls had become something other than gross to him and now here was the last one in the world he ever expected, between his legs, lavishing attention on his balls. He protested weakly when her mouth left that as well and didn’t return. Again his eyes opened to see what the problem was. He was greeted by the sight of his now topless mother, on her back, trying to wriggle her pants down her legs. Her breasts, only just beginning to sag, were plump and round, topped by darkish pink nipples.



With a grunt of effort, Nora finally succeeded in removing her pants and once more straddled her son. Hope, realizing now what she was planning sat up and tried to push her off, maybe talk some sense into her, put she pinned his arms to the bed by the wrists and leaned down so their faces were almost touching. Her eyes, lidded with unrestrained lust, found his, wide with fear. Seeming to notice the fear in her sons eyes for the first time, Nora’s expression softened and she ran a hand through his smooth, silver hair.



“Hope, sweetie. Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. You know that? But I need this right now. I need you. Please, just let mommie make herself feel good? I promise you’ll feel good to.” Her words were barely more than a whisper. Hope searched her eyes for a long moment, unsure. He was torn. Here was a beautiful, loving woman sitting across him, practically begging for his cock. But this woman was also his mother. After a minute of mentally debating with himself, he hesitantly stopped struggling against her. She smiled gratefully and released his arms. Nora lifted her hips up and reached back to find his dick. Hope drew a sharp breath when she grabbed it and positioned it at the entrance to her long neglected motherhood. The heat coming off it sent a fresh surge of blood into Hope’s loins, further solidifying his erection. He gulped loudly in anticipation. With a reassuring look at her son, Nora Estheim sank down onto his cock, a long, satisfied breath escaping her lips as she filled herself with him. It was all Hope could do to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as he was nearly struck dumb by the feelings being inflicted on him. He gasped loudly when her hips met his. In one wonderful, terrible moment he realized fully what was happening.



His own mother had just taken his virginity. Here, in his room, he lay on his bed, his stubbornly hard prick buried to the hilt inside the very woman who had birthed him 13 years ago. He barely registered her hands on his chest. Then, she began to move. Lifting her hips up and sliding them back down, filling herself to the brim with him. Nora began to fuck her son in earnest. Grinding her hips down into him, seeking her release. To her credit, she hadn’t lied about feeling good, Hope was nearly blind with pleasure, all his higher brain functions temporarily suspended.



For close to half an hour there was no sound in the Estheim household other than the quiet moaning of the mother and son. Finally, Nora felt something she had been missing for far too long. A tingling in her core, flaring larger with every thrust of her hips. Coated in a sheen of sweat, she bent down to whisper softly in her sons ear.



“Hope…oh Hope. Mommy is almost there. Please just hold out a little longer okay? Just a little longer…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly to her bosom as she used him to bring herself closer to the release she so desperately sought. The tingling grew and grew, before suddenly shrinking back and exploded out, wracking her entire body with the most exquisite feeling, sending it in spasms, contracting random muscle groups. A particular group squeezed the already tight walls around Hope’s loins even tighter, finally pushing him over the edge he had been trying to avoid for the last 20 minutes. With a defeated gasp, he began to pump his mother full of his cum. Together, they rode out their orgasms.



Nora fell to the side, her son dislodging from her with a wet pop. She twitched a few more times, as aftershocks ran through her. Neither of them said anything for a long while. Hope eventually went limp and finally regained enough sense to begin to process what had just happened. Nora rolled over and rested her hand on his chest. She fell asleep a few seconds later, sated at last. Hope, his mind still swimming, slips fitfully into sleep as well.



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So, another piece of smut from your pal The Evening Primrose. I am still writing stuff. Just not...you know...finishing anything. As always, if you enjoyed it, drop me a review. If you hated it and want me to die, let me know. If you would like to request a story, shoot me an email or an IM I don't bite. Honest.

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