Drunk Horny Mommy

Drunk Horny Mommy

My dad died in the Afghan conflict when I was fifteen and my mom was really taking it hard. It has been three years, and I don't think she's dated more than two or three times this past year. She always comes home miserable, talking about how the guys are losers, were married, or just wanted a one-night stand. She started drinking a little more with her sister at either our house or at Aunt Teri's. If they get too drunk, they just stay together. Making sure the other one doesn't go out and do something stupid. Aunt Teri said mom gets really horny when she gets drunk, she loses all of her inhibitions and becomes a wild party girl. Teri said my mom is really frustrated and she needs to find a release.

My mom Angie, her sister Teri and two of their girlfriends decided to go out on Friday night. Just a fun girl's night out and said they'd be home before midnight. I had my martial arts class on Friday and didn't get home till almost 10. I always made sure mom had a way to contact me and Aunt Teri knew how to use it. She had a locket on a chain she wore around her neck that had a picture of dad, mom and me in it, and I had a tracking device built into the back of it. All they needed to do was squeeze it and it would send a signal to my phone with their GPS location. They both knew it was there, and they both knew that if they got in trouble, I would be there to get them out of it. No judgment, no questions asked. Shotgun and shovel, if need be.

I always do some stretches when I get home and hydrate. I was in the middle of my yoga routine when my phone went off with mom's emergency signal. I looked at my phone, saw the GPS location and the bar that they were in, jumped in my truck and hauled ass. The bar was about 20 minutes away and I got there pretty quick. I told the bouncer at the door that my mom was in trouble and called me to get her out. That I was only 18 1/2 and couldn't legally enter the bar. But my mom was in trouble and if he didn't wanna be held as an accomplice to rape, he needed to do something. I wasn't here to drink, and I didn't mind if he escorted me. He decided to escort me and not be an accomplice. I went in found my mom and my aunt and her friends seated with four drunk assholes and my mom's top pulled down and her tits out. My aunt looked at me and said, "Thanks Bobby we're in trouble."

I looked at the guy pawing my mom's tits and said, "Let her go or I will break every fucking bone in your body. That's my mother you're pawing like an ape and we're leaving, the four ladies and I and not you." I reached out, pulled my mom off his lap and pulled her shirt back in place. "Alright ladies get up we're leaving."

The drunk guy pawing my mom decided to stand up, thinking he was a man. In a drunken voice he said, "what the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm gonna fuck that stupid bitch, and no stupid kids gonna get in my way."

The bouncer was just standing back not doing a damn thing and it seemed like they may have known the guy. He wasn't gonna be any help.

So, the drunk guy decided to try and grab my mom, and I handed her to her sister and the other two ladies. When he swung, I caught his arm and slammed his face into the table. I think I broke his nose. His three friends decided they might wanna try a little too and they came at me. I had just finished a class in multiple combatants fighting tactics and this was really easy. All four of them were down either holding their nuts or their faces and decided they didn't want it anymore because I was more than willing to dish it out. The fight, if you could even call it that, lasted about a minute, maybe two. I looked at the bouncer and said, "Sir, if your videotapes get deleted, the one in my pocket won't, and we can see why you'd be going to jail." Then we all left.

The two other ladies were sober enough to drive and so was Aunt Teri. Mom on the other hand was plastered. I told Aunt Teri I would take care of mom, and they could talk in the morning. As I was walking mom out to my truck, she was holding on to me tight. She leaned up and kissed my ear.

"I wanna dance with you." She said. "Come on dance with me, I'm hot and horny and I wanna feel your nice body up against me."

"Let's just get you home, we can dance at home, how's that." I told her.

"Ohh yeah, take me home. Then will you dance with me? I wanna take my clothes off and dance with you. Slow dancing up against your nice sexy body. Damn, you smell good too."

I couldn't believe it, my mom was coming on to me, she had to be really drunk. I knew she would be so embarrassed if she ever found out what was happening. I just kind of chuckled to myself and put her in my truck. Sitting her down in the truck, her legs came open and I could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. My mom was shaved, and I know I wasn't supposed to look at that, but damn it was nice. She held her legs open and saw me looking and said, "do you like my pussy? You can eat it if you want to. Hell, you can fuck it if you want to. Let's go out to a park and you can fuck me in your truck, I really need your hard cock inside me."

I guess it was true, she really did lose her inhibitions when she got drunk. I put her seat built on and closed her door. I went around to my side of the truck, got in, pulled my seat belt on and started the engine. I looked over at mom and she had her tits out again. Damn, I thought, she has nice tits. Something else I'm not supposed to be looking at. We started the drive home and mom put her hand on my thigh. She started rubbing back and forth and I felt I was getting an erection. My mother was stroking my cock inside my shorts.

"Ohh I can feel your cock, I can feel it getting nice and hard. I'm gonna suck it. I'm gonna suck your nice big hard cock and you can come in my mouth. Do you wanna come in my mouth or would you rather come in my pussy? Heck, if you play your cards right, you can come in both of them. Do you wanna fuck me. Maybe stick it in my ass? I haven't had a guy in my ass since my late husband. He loved to stick it in my ass. He had a nice cock; I think you have a nice cock like he did. Take me home and fuck me. I really need to get fucked. A good hard fucking. Please fuck me hard, damn I need it.

"Yeah, I'm taking you home and we can dance there."

"Good, I wonder if you'll still want me after I blow you in the truck. You remind me of my hot son. I know I'm not supposed to think about him like that, but he's so much like his father. Tall, dark, strong and handsome, if he took me, I'd let him. I know that's bad, but he's so fucking hot and sexy. God I can't believe I wanna fuck my son. I'm such a depraved slut. You probably think bad of me." Mom said as she was still stroking my cock in my shorts.

Mom finally pulled out my cock and I was trying to resist it as much as I could. She had a nice grip on it and her mouth was right next to it. She had her tongue out and licked the top. God, it felt good. Thankfully we pulled into the driveway, and I was able to shut off the engine, get out and straighten my shorts. It was late, so no neighbors were up, and I went around to her side and got her out. Her tits were still out, and I put her shirt back on for her. We walked back inside, and I asked her if she wanted another drink.

"Hell yes, and I want that cock of yours too. I want your secret sauce. I still wanna dance with you."

I went to the kitchen and got her Gatorade; I poured it in the glass and came out with one for each of us. She drank hers and I gave her mine and said, "drink up. You're gonna have a hell of a headache in the morning, if you don't rehydrate. I wanna get a couple of more of those in you before I put you to bed."

"So, you wanna get me in bed huh? Just what do you think you're going to do to me in bed?" Mom said as she took her shirt off again. "Take off your shirt and come dance with me. I wanna feel your bare skin on my chest. I'm not gonna drink anymore unless you dance with me."

So, I put my phone on the fireplace mantle, took my shirt off, played some soft slow dancing music, and I danced with my drunk, topless mother and I must admit, it felt really good. After two dances, I went into the kitchen and got more Gatorade for her. I really needed to get her body rehydrated or she was gonna have a massive hangover in the morning. I came back out, and my mother was standing there without her dress on. She had dropped it on the floor and was now standing in front of me naked. I closed the window drapes.

"Come on, let's dance again, but now you're gonna have to get as naked as I am. Strip or I'm not drinking anymore, and you can go to bed alone. Come on man up." She winked and giggled at me.

Damn I really needed her to get this liquid in, so she wouldn't be so bad in the morning. I handed her one glass and said, "drink this or I won't get undressed."

She downed the whole quart of Gatorade, licked her lips and said, "strip motherfucker. I drank your crappy ass drink and now I wanna see your cock, or I'm going back to the bar."

I didn't know if mom was gonna stay awake long enough to make it back to the bar, but I really couldn't take the chance. So, I stripped in front of my mother. She had a big smile on her face, and said, "God you've got a nice cock. I'm gonna have fun tonight."

We danced for a little while longer, she was kissing my ear, kissing the side of my face and she kissed me on the lips a few times and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I was trying my best to hold out and be a good son, but the feeling of her up against me was really torture. She would grind herself into me, rub her pussy against my leg and her belly against my cock. She was being all kinds of sexy and I was trying my best to hold out, hoping she would fall asleep soon. Mom was grinding on me and then she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand and put it in her mouth and started to give me a blow job. I was lost for a minute in the wonderful feeling she was giving me. I pulled back and got my cock out of her mouth and stood her up again and we resumed dancing. My now wet and super hard cock rubbing her stomach, and I was barely hanging on to my resolve. After about ten of the longest minutes of my life, she started sagging and getting sleepy. I still wanted to get more water into her and sat her on the couch.

"What's up? Are we gonna start necking, come on let's make out. I'm naked and horny and I want you." Mom was looking at me all sexy and smiling.

"You need some more fluid, I'm gonna go in the kitchen and get you another drink." I told her.

I came back out, and mom was stretched out on the couch. Her left leg over the back of the cushions and her right leg laying wide open. A clear invitation to a world of pleasure which I couldn't take. I walked over, woke her up, straightened her legs and put the glass to her lips. "Here one last glass and then you'll be good to go."

"You need to take me to bed, I need to lay down. I won't mind if you're on top of me. Actually, I'd really like it. Come on lover, let's go to bed."

I tried to stand her up, but she was all wobbly and couldn't make it on her own. So, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and was trying to kiss my chest as I carried her to bed. She was moaning little sleepy sexy talk, and I was hard as a rock. I laid her down in bed and she promptly went to sleep. Ohh thank God.

I walked back to my room and laid down on my bed, thinking what a weird night.

The next morning, I went for a run after checking on mom, who was still in the same position that I laid her down in. I don't think she moved at all. Knowing she was ok, I took off. I was only planning on a short run of five miles or so, but I needed to burn off some energy and stress and it turned into a twelve miler. When I got back to the house, a couple hours later, mom was sitting in her pajamas on the couch with a cup of coffee.

"Hi mom, how are you feeling?"

"Better thanks to all your efforts last night. I don't really remember anything much after getting to the bar, then I saw your phone on the fireplace, and saw that you took a video of everything that happened. Everything from coming into the bar, getting me and the girls outside and away from those creeps, to having to punch out all of them and then getting everybody home. I'm kind of ashamed of myself for everything after getting in the truck until you put me to bed. I was acting like a tramp, a shameful slut. I said things and did things to you that I'm ashamed of. I don't know what comes over me when I drink. I think I need help. I tried to fuck my own son. I would have if you hadn't been so strong willed. That was never supposed to happen. I know you have no respect for me anymore, I don't think I have much for myself anymore either. You deserve better than me." She hung her head down and looked in her coffee to try to find some of the answers of the world.

"Mom, I do not wanna hear you talking bad about yourself. You should not be ashamed of yourself, especially for the things you do when you're drinking. You're not a tramp, you're not a shameful slut or anything else bad you can think of. Because my dad didn't marry a slut, you didn't raise a slut, so you can't be a slut. If I hear you say that anymore, I'm going to bend you over my knee and spank your ass. Do you understand me?"

"Thank you honey, but you're not going to bend me over your knee and spank me. I'm your mother. Last night I wasn't acting like it, but that doesn't change the fact that I am. I don't feel very good about myself. I just feel like I let you down."

"Mom, you can't let me down. I love you more than life itself. I know you're stressed; you haven't had a good fuckbuddy in a long time, you're always aroused, and you have no good relief for it that you're willing to take. And yes, if I hear you talk bad about yourself, I'm going to bend you over my knee and paddle your pretty ass."

"Honey you're not supposed to say my ass is pretty. But OK, I'll try my best not to say bad things about me, even if I'm feeling it. You don't know how much you mean to me and the thought of letting you down was really crushing to me."

"Mom, we have needed to have a talk for a while, and things like what all came out last night, kind of pushes that talk to the forefront. But we're gonna need a hall pass for it. Do you know what a hall pass is mom?"

"Yes honey, your mother's not so damn old she doesn't understand what a hall pass is. I've seen the movie, and I understand the concept. But why do we need a hall pass just to have a conversation?"

"Ohh that's easy, I want to be able to ask you things and get the truth. You need to be able to say things to me and ask me questions. You need to get the truth and have everything about this weekend under the protection of a hall pass. Anything that we say, anything that we do, is OK. But we need to get that hall pass now and stretch it from last night, from about 8 pm, when you ladies went out, to Monday morning at 8 am when we go back to our normal lives. So, what do you say, do you wanna hide everything we did in the hall pass and then we can talk about it?"

"Honey hall passes are used for a little bit more than that."

"Yes mom, I know that a hall pass in its full form, is to let a couple whether, they're married or just a committed couple, go out and fuck around and have fun and do whatever and not have the bounds of their marriage or their commitment broken. They get to have sex, they get to party, they get to do whatever they want to for a specific amount of time and no questions asked. Don't ask, don't tell."

"Yes honey, so how does that work with us? I'm your mother and you're my son. How does the hall pass help us in this situation?"

"Once again, it's easy, you and I are held by the bond and the commitment that you're my mother and I'm your son. We're not supposed to talk about some things, we're not supposed to do some things. We're supposed to be prim and proper and all that BS. Be the loving mother and son, two frustrated people that wouldn't say shit if they had a mouthful. But we are two people in a house talking about what's bothering them and how to get over what happened last night. Maybe find some good common ground, some shared experiences, and hold each other and love each other, because we both really need it. You're not the only one that's having problems right now."

"Ohh this is so weird. My son is asking me for a hall pass. OK, what the fuck, let's have a hall pass honey. I agree, anything we say or due this weekend, starting when the girls picked me up until Monday morning, is covered under the hall pass. Is that what you wanted?"

"It's more than just what I wanted, it's what we need."

"OK, so what now?"

"I have a question. When you and dad were having fun, how many other couples were involved?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I could tell you came home some weekends differently. So, how many other men and women were in your play group?"

"Three other couples. Only once all together. Mostly, we only played with a single couple at a time."

"Did you have fake names that you used?"

"Of course, your father was Jack, and I was Diane."

"Jack and Diane, from the song. I love that song." He laughed.

"I know. Every time you play it, I remember the partying and getting a mediocre fuckbuddy. Why?"

"Because for this hall pass and, in any future 'hall pass related issues' we will use Jack and Diane."

"Ok, Jack." She said with a big smile on her face.

"So, you just said you got a mediocre fuckbuddy, why?"

"None of the other guys were as good as your dad. He really knew how to please a woman."

"Was he younger or what?"

"I think it was more that he was in better shape and wanted to fuck them more. Get more experience. I know the other women loved to fuck him. I started to understand why."

"Ok, that's kinda sad, the women were getting a strong soldier to fuck them, and you were getting some boring husbands. I wonder if they have gotten any better since then?"

"I really hope so, for their wives' sakes."

"I assume you watched the video?"

"Yeah. I have. They're not my proudest moments. But history is history."

"OK can you hand me my phone." Mom handed me my phone; I linked it to the television and played the video for both of us. I sat on the couch next to her and I could see she's visibly shaken. This was really hitting her hard. I reached over and pulled her into my lap. She's uncomfortable with this too.

"I don't know about this. I know this is kind of scary for me, and I know you just wanna hold me to protect me, it's sitting on your lap that's kinda odd."

"Do you want to sit back down on the couch?"

"No, just pause the video for a minute, let me get used to this."

I paused the video and waited for her to get over her jitters and just sat there with my hands in her lap. Just being there, not doing anything sexual or predatory and she started to calm down. She nodded to me to restart the video.

The video began again after the bar scene, when she saw herself with her pussy exposed, sitting in the truck seat. She looked down and said, "where the hell are my panties, I wonder if those guys took them off me in the bar. I can't believe how loose I get when I drink. God I'm a tramp."

I got mad, spun her around, laid her across my lap and I pulled down her pants to expose her bare bottom. I gave her ten spanks on each butt cheek. She screamed and yelled and said I wasn't supposed to do that. She was my mom and yada, yada, yada. I didn't care, I told her what would happen if she ever said bad things about herself. She sat back up, pulled her pajama bottoms up and looked at me with almost death in her eyes. She had some fire coming back in herself. That was good.