Howard opened his eyes gingerly, his throbbing head not helped by the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the partially open curtains. His mouth was dry and tasted like a whore's armpit and his breath probably smelt worse than that he thought as through squinting eyes he tried to work out where he was.
He had been to a birthday party last night with Joanne, coerced to go as her 'plus one,' even though he knew none of the other guests. The birthday girl had been someone she worked with, and Joanne's initial invitation was for about a dozen of them to go out for a meal. Unfortunately, the number of drinks they had consumed soon made the suggestion, of then continuing to a nightclub, sound like a good idea.
By the time he and Joanne decided to walk home, both of them were wasted, Joanne hanging on to his arm for dear life as they staggered along. A taxi would have got them to the house in less than ten minutes, sober he could have walked it in fifteen, as it was it took them nearly forty minutes to make the journey.
Keeping his eyes closed against the light and gently rubbing his temples, he began to recall little bits of the previous evening. He should have stayed on the bottles of beer he thought, instead of changing to glasses of vodka and coke which slid down so easily until the balmy air of the summers evening hit him like a hammer when they left at the end of the night.
Their conversation as they walked consisted of the usual rubbish that drunks tended to sprout, half of it incoherent until they got onto the topic of relationships. Neither of them currently had a partner to speak of and Joanne had joked that they should perhaps pretend that they had just 'pulled' each other. Their banter went back and forward, each of them trying to outdo the other with compliments or off the cuff remarks.
When Howard had pulled her into a shop doorway and threatened to kiss her, the both of them had shrieked with laughter, five minutes later when she had pulled him into a doorway and had actually gone through with it, he had been left stunned. The kiss had been different, it had been sensuous and arousing, feeling strange for him to be kissing someone older than he was.
Their nonsense hadn't stopped when they got home, he suddenly remembered, this time he had kissed her as she surprisingly started to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her hands wriggling inside as she ran them over his chest and tweaked his nipples. He, of course, had retaliated, his hand cupping her breast as he marvelled at the feel and shape of it, gently squeezing and rubbing at where he expected her nipple to be.
There had been a long pause as they stared into each other's eyes, gauging if the other was thinking the same thing and then together, they had ascended the wooden hill to her bedroom. When she had undressed, he had marvelled at how good she looked, her figure still sexy and alluring, as he stripped off, her hands had been all over him until finally, they were both naked as he eased her across to the bed.
Her vagina had already been moist, his erection slipping into her with ease. To begin with, they had both been tender in their touching and kissing, but as their arousal escalated, the pure excitement of what they were doing took over as she urged him to shag her faster and harder. Howards cock pounded her fanny, his hands abusing her succulent breasts as their mouths ground together, tongues exploring each other as their lovemaking became more akin to rutting animals.
When Joanne had strained and writhed beneath him as she orgasmed, he had filled her pussy with his cream, pummelling her vagina with a pent-up lust which he was trying his best to expel.
'Oh, my fuck,' Howard thought to himself, as he came to realise what he had done. He opened his eyes and looked around, this wasn't his bedroom, this was Joanne's bedroom. He swivelled his head, staring at the naked back of the woman laid next to him and still sleeping.
'What the fucking hell have we done?' Howard was aghast as he continued to stare at Joanne, letting the realisation sink in that he'd had sex and slept with his mother.
Sneaking from her bed, he opened and closed her bedroom door as quietly as he could, trying his best not to wake her until he got his head around what had taken place last night. Never in a million years would he ever have thought of her as someone who would excite him sexually, in her normal attire, she was just his mother, but last night, what with the drink and the sleek sexy dress which she had worn, it had been easy to see her as a mature desirable woman.
When Joanne did appear, she was his mother once more, without makeup and with her tousled hair and an old robe, she looked nothing like the sexually attractive woman from the previous night. Sat next to him at the breakfast bar, her head was buried in her hands, she moaned to herself as a glass of bicarb fizzed away in front of her.
'Never again. My bloody head is thumping. How did we get home?' She asked him.
'We walked; do you not remember?' Howard breathed his first sigh of relief.
Joanne shook her head, 'Sorry. I was so pissed that I can't remember anything. Did you put me to bed?'
Howard breathed a bigger sigh of relief, perhaps it was for the best, his mother would be horrified if she had recalled the things that they had done to each other.
Later, and feeling slightly better, he would recall their union, never again would he be able to look at his mother without seeing her naked, her slim figure and small breasts wrapped around his own body as his cock was rammed into her cunt.
'Who undressed me?' She asked him, Howard going crimson as he admitted that he had helped her out of her clothes and into bed. 'Completely naked?' Joanne added, her head turning slightly as she stared at her son.
She dropped the question, the look on her son's face one of pure embarrassment as she decided that in her drunken state, she had probably disposed of her clothes without giving a thought as to whether he would see her naked.
Thankfully, she made no more mention of it for the rest of the weekend though it took most of that day before they felt sufficiently recovered to face having a meal and talking to each other. And then they were back at work at the confectionary factory, his mother on one of the production lines and Howard in the IT department up in the offices.
They had been on their way home mid-week, walking through town and past the rows of shops when Joanne had stopped abruptly, staring at one shop entrance in particular before shaking her head and continuing to walk homewards. She made them a meal, Howard laying the table while she cooked and then sitting together as they chatted about their day and ate.
He hadn't really taken any notice when she had stopped in town, nor had it triggered a memory of the previous weekend, one shop doorway looked pretty much like another. It was only after their tea and as they finished their deserts that she asked the question tentatively.
'Saturday night...... after the party. Did I...... did I kiss you?'
It had come so quickly out of the blue that it had taken Howard by surprise, the question giving him no chance to rearrange his features and leaving him no choice but to answer in the affirmative.
'How did that happen?' Joanne wanted to know.
Howard explained about the silly game they had been playing in their drunken state and how it had got a little bit out of hand.
'Did it happen again when we got home?' She enquired. Howard starting to worry about the prospect of his mother beginning to remember things from that night.
