"What are you doing on a Saturday?" Mom's voice drifted through the darkened room and my eyes looked up.
Mom was drunk as anything.
"Nothing," I said, glancing down at my phone.
"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend, doing lovers stuff?" she said, and my Mom had a way with words that were second to none. She dropped next to me and then peered at my phone. "Why are you looking at photos of your girlfriend? Wouldn't it be better to have the real thing?"
"Ex-girlfriend," I found myself saying to my Mom.
"What?" Mom gasped out and sounded shocked. "Since when?"
"She broke up with me," I admitted sadly.
"Really?" Mom said in a surprised tone. She furrowed her brow, looked suspiciously at the photo and took my phone away. "I thought she was the one for you. Well, I did."
"You're telling me!" I laughed bitterly. "We were talking about moving in together and having a child. We've been together since we were kids. The whole thing is just fucking messed up."
"You're a young, attractive young man. You've just turned eighteen, and you'll find someone that you can spend the rest of your life with. If I wasn't...."
"What were you going to say?" I asked, looking at her as I wondered why she had suddenly stopped talking.
"Well," she said, pausing and giggling again. "No. I don't think a mother should say these things."
"What?" I asked.
"I was going to say, if I wasn't your mother, I would mind you in my bed!" Mom said that and erupted into a fit of childish giggles. She pressed her finger against my lips and shushed me. "Shhh. You must tell nobody what I said. A mom should not be having these thoughts about her son. It's wicked."
"I won't tell anyone, Mom. Honest!" I said and we both laughed together. Mom looked gorgeous underneath the light of the lamp.
"You've always been a good son," Mom said and kissed me on the forehead. "I wish I was young again, I'll be able to pick up a cute guy from the club, take him back home, and get my brains fucked out. Now, I'm too old to have another lover.
"You're not too old, Mom! You're just mature," I said.
"Mature?" Mom chuckled. "Is that what you mean? Mature?"
"Yeah. Mature is good. You never hear someone praising a young wine or cheese, do you?" I joked, earning a nudge from Mom.
"Can I ask you something?" Mom asked and her breath hitched in her throat.
"Sure?"
"If I wasn't your mother, would you find me attractive?" she asked me and gave me a severe look. "I know I'm a little old for your tastes. I'm forty-five."
"Mom!" I said in a sharp tone. "You're not old, and stop putting yourself down. You're really hot for an older woman."
Did I really just call my mom hot? Retracing my words, and I did.
"You think I'm hot?" Mom squealed, and then drunkenly shushed herself.
It took me a moment to realize that my Mom's hand had been resting on my knee, slowly snaking upwards and going towards my crotch. My breath hitched in my throat and looked into the deep, bright, beautiful blue eyes on my mother and drank in the sight of her gaze. I was completely stupid, it took me so long to realize that my mother had been flirting with me. The smiles were too much to take from her pretty face and I tried to get up. Mom, drunk, and having some strength behind her, pushed me back down onto the sofa.
"Mom!" I protested and she shushed me.
"What's wrong?"
"You're drunk," I told her but did not push her hand away from me.
"And horny," Mom mentioned, breathing hard against my face as she squeezed a hand around my leg. "I want to be fucked tonight. You need to forget about Jessica, she doesn't deserve you. I can't believe that my sweet boy has been abandoned. Make love to me, please."
"Mom?" I said, and I didn't pull away even though her face was becoming inches away from mine. Her lips were puckered, her eyes were closed, and she was about to kiss me.
"Just let me," Mom said softly, our lips softly brushing together as we were inches away from kissing. My heart was hammering as our lips engulfed each other's, kissing each other hungrily. Mom was such a good kisser, that it took me by surprise. She knew how to kiss, when to go fast, slow down and her lips were so sweet tasting. We continued to kiss as Mom's hands found their way to the buckle of my belt.
She undid my belt, helping me out of my trousers and my huge cock was sticking out.
"Wow!" Mom said, clearly enjoying the sight of my hard cock and drinking in the sight of it. It was huge, and very thick, and was now poking a bit out of my clinging boxers. "You're fucking huge! Jesus Christ! I knew you were big, but fuck! Not this big."
"How did you know I was big?" I asked, laughing and blushing as Mom's hands traced around my thigh, dangerously close to my aching
"Do you not think I don't know my son has a big cock, especially when he's walking around in his underwear. You nearly poked my eye on some mornings. Can I see it?"