Update on my drunk mom

My last post was about my mother who’s usually drunk most nights and a few nights ago she playfully pulled me in, pressing her tits all over my face.

People reached out and gave me some advise to try so I did. Earlier today I sat down with her and tried to have a casual chat, she if she remembered it and to dig a little deeper. She’s a heavy drinker and had been drinking by this point but barely a glass of wine down so I knew he was totally sober.

We were chatting away on the couch, her in her shorts and tank top as usual when I brought up the ‘event’. She seemed confused but when I explained it in more detail she knew what I was talking about. Without batting an eye she looked at me and asked ‘what was wrong with that?’ I tried to explain how some people would find that awkward or sexual in nature but she laughed it off almost hysterically. She explained her stance how ‘it’s just abit of fun’ and ‘it’s just my boobs, you’ve sucked on these ya know?’ I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment.

The conversation then shifted to the TV show we’re watching ‘Dexter’ for those interested haha! And out of the blue she asked if it got me hard. I couldn’t reply straight away, too stunned as I fumbled to pause the show and answer, basically giving her the answer of ‘yes’. She laughed at my blushed face and waved her hand at me. She told me not to worry and she doesn’t feel weirded out but me being hard around her. It was difficult to focus with her saying such things but she explained how she finds most boundaries stupid between family. She said most moms wouldn’t dress like she does around their son and that even the tight hugs and kisses on the cheek are father than some families are okay with.

I didn’t know how to respond and just shrugged but I found my eyes gazing at her very exposed and round breasts. She caught my eye and chuckled, asking if I wanted a ‘round 2’. Before I could even reply, she was giggling away and pulled me into her chest once again, this time with more ‘purpose’. She wiggled her chest all over my face as I struggled to breathe and keep my mind from slipping about my own mother.

When she let me up for air, she reached down and grasped my cock through my joggers. Now, I have a thick cock, not huge but thick and her hand couldn’t wrap around it. She said ‘let me see if that worked’ probably thinking it didn’t but when she clasped it, she gasped and grew silent. Mom was holding my cock through my thin joggers for a good couple seconds before she let go and apologised. Of course I was hard, not raging hard but twitching and grown most of the way.

The rest of the night was awkward as we basically sat in silence and she stopped drinking early to sleep for her shift tomorrow at the hospital.