The shuffling sound was my son making his way down the up stairs hall toward the bathroom. He was of course drunk again. Then there came the heavy thud. He fell. After that there was no sound for many minutes. I wondered if he was all right. I was not happy with him these last few weeks. He had hooked up with a bunch of guys from work who were big time drinkers. Cliff had never been a drinker. I had hoped he would see the error of his ways and stop. However, so far that had not happened. I waited and still there was no sound of him moving back to his room. I got up and looked out into the hall. My son was lying on the floor, naked, and dead drunk. I went to him and tried to help him up. He was not coherent, but he did managed to set up. I got one arm around him and got him to his feet. We were nearly to his bedroom door when he started to slip to the floor. I called his name and jerked him up, he turned and looked in to my eyes with a blank drunken stair. He reached up and his finger caught the front of my nightgown and pulled it down. Both my breasts were exposed and I felt a bit embarrassed, but he was so drunk I was sure he would not remember any thing of this night. His head was hanging down and his lips were near my nipple, I smiled and thought he had not suckled me for over twenty-two years. I had enjoyed breast feeding him and he had been such a good baby. I got him to the edge of the bed and he some how straightened up and brought up both arms encircling me. He kissed me full on the mouth and whispered, well I wondered where the fuck you had gone. He was looking at me, but I was sure he was seeing someone else. " Come on, baby, give me another kiss." He mumbled in a drunken stupor.
" Time to go to bed." I said, pushing him down. He would not let me go. I tried to push him away as he fell back on the bed. His arms were so strong and he pulled me down with him. But I fell more on the floor than the bed while he fell back with only his legs hanging over. I fell between his spread legs and my head ended up on his belly. My gown had again been pulled down and ripped all the way to the waist. I started to get my legs under me and sit up. I moved sideways, much to my surprise his had a full erection and it was there between my face and his thigh. I looked at it as if I had never seen an erection before. Oh, yes it had been a long time that was true, but I was looking at my son's erection as if it were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Maybe it was, he was not a monster in size nor was he real thick, I had read a few romance novels and they always had monster erection in those stories. But his erection was hard very hard. He had never been circumcised, but the foreskin was pulled back and the head of his penis stood out proudly. It was large and deep purple.
I smiled and remember how his father's penis had looked. Then I remember how his father had love for me to suck his penis. He had once told me " Ester. My Love," he had said, " Your are the best cocksucker in the neighbor." I never ask how he knew that of even if it were true. I just accepted it as fact. For soon after we were married I found that I love to not only suck his cock, for him to enjoy but for myself. I loved the taste of his sperm, many times I would just be completely happy and satisfied to just suck his cock and drink his sperm. He understood this and of course he would let me enjoy myself any time I wanted. He was a good lover and in our fifteen years together I was always happy with him and how he made love to me. Then he was badly hurt at work and for the next three years he could not make love to me and I think this is why he killed himself. I was of curse devastated and for the next two years I had not even thought of dating. Then shortly after cliff had gone for his two years in the service I did date. But every one I dated was such a jerk I stopped. I have always had a healthy appetite for sex and I was not one to try what ever my husband wanted. So over the years we had dome most every thing at least once. But always I loved to taste his cock, and his cum. After the accident I tried to suck him but he said, he could not feel it and he did not want me to do that any more. So for the next three years till he died we were strangers in the bedroom.
But here I was looking at my son's erection and remembering how good sex had been with his father. I had not felt aroused all these years till this very moment. But I was now and I was very mush aroused. I let my finger encircle his erection. It was so iron hard. I pulled up and down on it. I was not thinking of what I was doing or that this was my son. I was lost in time somewhere, I lowered my head and captured the purple head in my mouth. Oh, my god, it felt so hot, the skin on the head was so smooth and I was wet between my legs. I don't really remember much for the next few minutes. I was in dream-land, off where life had once been a happy place. I was not aware of what I was doing or even where I was. Then I felt a warm creamy fluid fill my mouth. I started to swallow and drink it. It was so smooth and warm, I was the stuff life was made of. It was the sweetest creamy cum I had ever tasted. My fingers milked this hard cock forcing every drop up and out into my mouth. I sucked it wanting ever last drop. I don't remember much after that either. I think I either fainted or fell asleep. But the next thing I knew it was near day light. Cliff was starting to move. I was scared and jumped up. I got out of his room and ran for the safety of my own bed. I did not realize what I had done till I was once again in my bed. How on earth could I have done such a thing. With my own son, Oh, my god, I had had oral sex with my own son. How bad was that. Incest, my son, was I crazy. I must have been for that short time, I must have been crazy. I hoped Cliff would not remember. I hoped I would not remember. But I did and did and did.
A few days later, I had words with Cliff about his drinking. He promised to cut back and he told me, he would not come home drunk again. Then one morning after I had fixed breakfast for the two of us. He was telling me about a girl he met. Her name was Rose and he said he liked her. Maybe later he would like to bring her home to meet me.
That night he came in late again and I was sure he was drunk. I heard noise down stairs and went to the head of the stairs. I head voices. One was a girls voice. He had brought a girl into my home. What was I to do? I went back to my room as I heard then coming up. I peeked out my door. She was a pretty girl with dark hair. Slim, yet with a nice figure. Cliff was stumbling and almost falling down. I opened my door and stepped out. The girl looked up and smiled. " He is a little drunk."
"I see,"
"Hi, I am Rose. Has Cliff told you about me?"
