Many thanks to robertreams who edited this story.
Some years ago several of us guys were sitting around talking. One friend told about the time he was in a restaurant, seated near a table with several middle aged ladies and one young man. One woman, apparently the mother of the young man, was slightly drunk. She was berating him for chasing women. She told him in a voice loud enough to be heard at several other tables. "I would have slept with you."
At the time we all agreed that we felt sorry for the young man and the embarrassment he must have felt. We were all men, I don't know what a woman might have thought about it.
In the years since I have sometimes wondered what the young man did afterward, and what I would have done in the same circumstances.
I'm David Smith, at the time this story began, I was 22. I'm not too bad in the build and looks department, but no Adonis either. I was close to finishing an engineering degree. I had not decided whether to find a job or continue my education. There were several girlfriends in my past. None of them too serious.
My mother is Mary Smith. She was widowed when I was about 12 years old. Mother often jokes about her name. She says she gets lost in the phone book and may change her name to Jane Doe. She has a decent job and my father's insurance has given her a little extra income. I would call her average in the looks department. She is 5' 4" with a pleasant face and medium length brown hair. She is slightly overweight, but not what I would call dumpy. She dresses conservatively and is usually quite prim and proper.
Mother almost never drinks, rarely to excess, but she did that one time. That one time that changed everything.
We, my mother and I, were having dinner with her two sisters. I was the only male. After a few drinks, my aunts started asking me about girlfriends. At the time I didn't have any, was having only occasional dates. I don't know what set Mother off, but she had definitely had had too much to drink. She told her sisters I was only interested in bedding young girls, not wanting to settle down.
Then she told me, "All you ever do is chase skirts. You only want to sleep with women." After a slight hesitation, she continued, "I would have slept with you."
I was aghast, I had never heard my mother talk like that before. She had always been somewhat prudish. My aunts looked somewhat shocked and diners at nearby tables looked over at us.
I thought it was time to get Mother out of there, to bid my aunts a hasty goodbye. After helping Mother to the car, I drove us both home. On the way, she reached over and grabbed my arm. "Did you hear me, David?" she asked, her "I would have slept with you. I have wanted to for years." Her voice was a little slurred, but understandable. When I didn't respond she pulled her dress up to her waist. She then grabbed my hand and brought it to her panty clad crotch. "There, she said loudly, "I want you there." I felt a wet spot on her panties. I was immediately overcome with a feeling of lust for her. I had never before been sexually attracted to my mother; this was a new feeling for me. I felt my cock hardening.
After barely missing another car, I thought that I had better pay attention to driving and put my hand back on the wheel, trying to ignore my growing hard on. Mother must have been feeling rejected when I took my hand from her. She didn't say or do anything more until we got home. As I parked, Mother said, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you."
I helped Mother out of the car and into the house. She was quite unsteady. I still had a hard-on. As I struggled to support her without her feeling my hard cock. I guided her to her bedroom led her to her bed and backed her up against it. The back of Mother's knees hit the edge of the bed. She fell back, pulling me down atop her, my hard cock pressed into her belly.
I did not know how to proceed. Part of me wanted to fuck her right now, right there. Another part thought I should give her a chance to sober up.
She decided for both of us. She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me wetly, mouth open. In my aroused state, the kiss was more than I could take. I yanked down her panties, kneeling I yanked them from her feet. Her thighs opened, exposing her pussy. The dark curled mass at her center was soaking, her wet red lips protruding. I quickly undid my belt and dropped my pants, fumbling somewhat, but my shorts quickly followed. My raging hard on stood straight and firm. My mother, still drunk, held her arms up to me. We were still half clothed when I laid atop her and slid my manhood into her warm wet pussy. She responded, thrusting against me, sliding down on my steely cock, taking all of me. I came too quickly, shooting my load immediately.
As I softened, I rolled off her. Lying alongside her, I removed the rest of her clothing. With her fumbling help, we soon had her naked. My shirt followed. We rolled to the middle of the bed. She reached to fondle my manhood. I played with her wet cunt and sucked her hard nipples.
Before long I could feel myself hard again. Mother implored me, her hand reaching out grasping, hungry. "I want you hard, I want you in me."
She pushed me onto my back, stroked my cock to a new hardness. She straddled my loins. As she lowered herself, her hot, wet pussy surrounded my cock, drawing it deep into her she leaned forward to make me suck her hard nipples as she fucked me. She rode me hard, whispering "so big, so nice". She wasn't long in coming. Her body quivered with excitement. She moaned louder in ecstasy. I rolled her over, my dick firmly in her. I fucked hard, thrusting into her, slamming my body into hers. She responded, thrusting back at me. Our fucking grew intense as we approached climax. Thrusting madly against one another, we came together in glorious orgasm.
I lay on top of her for a few moments as I softened, then rolled off her, lying naked against her, playing with her breasts. She was still drunk and her voice was still slurred. She was rambling, "I'm glad we did that"
"I'm sorry," she said, "that was wrong."
"I'm so ashamed." she continued.
