All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
That wasn't the last screwdriver I drank that night and I woke up with a serious hangover. I was hoping the night before would feel like a bad dream. At first it seemed like I could push it out of my mind, that I wouldn't have to be thinking about Dad's load on the end of Mom's tongue or her ass quivering as he fucked her engorged pussy. In my bedroom and bathroom alone with my throbbing head distracting me, I could forget for a moment.
But when I came into the kitchen Mom was already up and on the couch in the living room, her foot propped up as she watched TV. "I was wondering when you were gonna wake up."
I looked toward her and started to answer, but I stopped dead when I saw her. She had on a thin white tank top, just right for the warm weather. Her nipples weren't just sticking out, but they were also visible through the thin fabric of her top. For the first time I noticed that her tits had grown even bigger than they were in the video. My cock did that thing, the thing where I would be flaccid and then when I saw something like this, there would be a single thump, like a generator coming on. She had just her panties on, and her thick, fat thighs were bare.
"What?" Mom said. "It's already noon."
I shook my head and went to the freezer to get some hair of the dog. "I was up late," I grouched. I poured a bit of vodka in a glass.
"Drinking?" Mom said, "There was a lot more vodka in there yesterday."
"You said I could have some when I wanted. Besides, you can't have any while you're on painkillers. What were you doing looking for a drink this early anyway?"
"Shut up," Mom chuckled. "But you don't look so good."
"Yeah I have a bit of a hangover today." I took a sip of the vodka. It burned without a mixer. "I don't really want to talk about it." Mom stared at me for a second. Her face from the video appeared to me, Dad's dick halfway into her mouth. She was a little older now, but I'll be damned if she didn't still look gorgeous.
Mom just shrugged. "I need you to pick up my meds today, so don't go getting drunk."
Again I looked over at her and again I was at a loss. She didn't have a bra on and her huge tits hung down the sides of her reclining body. I was starting to get hard for real, and I knew these boxers wouldn't hide much. My heart thumped. I couldn't turn away from her. "Yeah, Mom, I remember."
"A hangover is no reason to be cranky with your old mom, Nick. You can't blame me for being concerned you're drinking this early."
"It's just for my hangover, Jesus Mom. I'll get your pills."
Mom sighed, "I'm just out is all, and my ankle is killing me this morning. I'm not trying to ride you." Fuck what a choice of words. The image of her tits bouncing up and down on top of me while she took all of my cock flashed through my mind. In my head she leaned down over me and her massive tits smothered me.
My cock growing harder and harder, I turned. I wanted to tell her I had to go lie back down, but I knew that she would need me now that she was up. "I'm gonna go put some pants on."
"Pretty fancy you putting on pants already." Mom laughed.
I took another gulp of vodka and went back to my room to get dressed. The tape sat there on the dresser. I couldn't let Mom know I had watched it, I didn't even want her to think about it. I decided to stow it in my backpack, the one I took to work every day. It would be near me and away from her at all times. She wouldn't be any the wiser that I had seen it and even if she remembered keeping it she would just think it was in another box. I had to get out. Today I could deliver her doctor's note to the welding plant and talk to Steve, my boss, about having some more time off. Steve owned the auto parts store where I worked and was a friend of my dad's from the Rattlers. Mom's pills were ready too.
The bell at the door jingled as I came in. "Is Steve around?" I asked Jose, one of the clerks, when I walked in.
"Yeah he's in the back. I hear you mom got hurt?" Jose grinned.
"What about it?" I asked as I walked behind the counter.
"Is she ok? Let me know if you need me to come over to take care of her."
I scowled, "Fuck you!" And went into the office in the back.
Steve's office had wood paneled walls, a heavy desk, and a couple of CCTVs. "Hey Nick," Steve stood up as I approached. He was the pitcher on Dad's team for years. He was a bit shorter than me and I don't think I could ever remember him in a bad mood. "How's Donna?"
"About the same. That's actually what I'm here about."
Steve's salt and pepper mustache frowned, "Sorry to hear." He bent down behind his desk, bringing up a basket. "Tina put this together for her." There were chocolates, tea, some cookies, and most importantly a large bottle of Grey Goose. "I picked the booze out," he said.
"Most important part," I didn't tell him that Mom couldn't drink now, but she'd be able to enjoy it eventually. "Thanks. Tell Tina thanks too."
After a short talk, Steve agreed to reduce my hours for the next couple of weeks. He seemed a little sorry that there wasn't more that he could do. I left for Mom's work and handed the note to the receptionist, who also asked after Mom.
It took me about an hour all together, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Watching Mom and Dad last night was haunting me, and I struggled to think of a normal, non-deviant, explanation of what actually happened. I had always known that Mom was attractive, and was used to comments like the one I got from Jose. I always felt like I was above it and could just shrug it off. Sure she's pretty, but she's my mom. I would never dream of doing anything inappropriate. Now it was all I could think about.
I couldn't get it out of my head. Mom with her tits swinging out of her top, her mouth full of Dad's cock, and her glorious ass pumping and shaking. Could I separate Mom's image on the screen from the actual person? She's just an attractive woman I saw and I got aroused. That's all. The woman at home was my mom and I needed to get the idea out of my head that she was the same person as the one in the video. Why did I have to find that goddamn video?
It was no use, though. When my mind wandered I remembered that I was coming home to a voluptuous sex goddess, completely unaware of what I had seen. That made it even worse. I felt like I had spied on Mom and Dad like some kind of peeping Tom. When I got there she would be on the couch, her clothes barely covering her delicious figure, smiling and oblivious to my perverted thoughts. Also she would be grateful for me having her pills, and that sent my mind down another degenerate path of what she would do for me in her gratitude.
The whole way home I wrestled with my feelings over this, and I didn't get a bit closer to any kind of solution for it. I had picked up another bottle of Mom's brand of vodka on the way home, and planned to stash it in my room. It didn't feel right for her to know I was getting drunk when she couldn't. The closer I got to home, the harder I got. My heart started to pound anticipating seeing Mom's massive tits swaying in the barely-there tank top she was wearing.
But when I rounded the corner in front of the house I felt a sinking in the pit of my stomach. There was an old metallic blue Ford pickup in the driveway. Larry. As I mentioned, Mom had a talent for picking total scumbag guys. Larry was her newest one. He barely worked and was always bumming money off her for cigarettes and booze and titty bars. He was always standing her up whenever something else came up. I had never seen him hit her, but I was disgusted by the way he talked to her. I don't know what she saw in him and it pissed me off. She deserved so much better. I don't know why she didn't realize this. Dad was a good man who treated her right and provided. I know that I sure as hell did more for Mom than Larry did.
I parked on the street in front of the house as I got out of the car. I tried to take deep breaths, but I felt the bile rising inside me more and more as I approached the door. Once I got close enough I could hear yelling inside. After that, there wasn't any hope of swallowing my irritation. What kind of boyfriend gets into it with his girlfriend when she's like this? I threw open the door.
Larry was standing in front of Mom. He was a tall, skinny guy and always wore a baseball cap. His gray t-shirt was dirty. Mom was down on the couch, immobile and clearly intimidated in her reduced state. "It ain't my job, Donna! Why are you being such a bitch about this? Why don't you get that son of yours to-" He turned and looked as I walked in.
"What the hell is this all about? The hell is your problem, Larry?" I admit, it wasn't the best way to open. There was something about seeing Mom like this. She had always been a tough lady, and she would tell me that she didn't need me to fight her fights for her. But I felt as fired up as I ever had, short of when I had to physically throw her past boyfriend out of the house.
"It's ok, Nick. We're just having a disagreement," Mom said, though her face clearly showed another story.
"It's none of your business, kid," Larry said. He had found out early on that nickname irritated me and never missed an opportunity to throw it at me.
"It's my business how you talk to my Mom. You're a guest in our house. Show some respect." I put the things I was holding down on the chair next to the couch.
