The front door slammed shut, reverberating through the quiet living room. A few moments later, a figure stumbled into the room, barely keeping herself upright. Biker Vicky, clad in her signature leather vest and motorcycle boots, had clearly had one too many drinks with her bike club tonight. She fell onto the sofa, passing out almost immediately.
Dee, Vicky's eldest son, came out of his room to investigate the noise. He saw his mother passed out on the sofa, her body sprawled out in a way that was both vulnerable and alluring. With a displeased expression, he made his way over to her, determined to help her to the bedroom before she woke up in the morning with a hangover.
As Dee undressed Vicky, removing her motorcycle boots, vest, pants, and T-shirt, he couldn't help but notice the way his body was reacting to his mother's half-naked form. He felt a stirring in his pants that he couldn't ignore, and he felt a pang of guilt as he ran his fingers over her thong, feeling it getting wet.
Unable to resist, Dee pushed aside Vicky's thong and began to finger her. Vicky squirmed and moaned in her drunken state, her body responding to his touch even as her mind was unconscious. Dee took out his cock and began to jerk off in Vicky's half-parted lips, rubbing the head of his dick against her lips, getting more and more excited.
Suddenly, Vicky came to her senses, her drunken haze clearing just enough for her to realize what was happening. Thinking Dee was her husband, she grabbed his cock and took it in her mouth, surprising Dee with her eagerness. He quickly lost control as Vicky began to suck him off, her mouth moving up and down his shaft as she moaned with pleasure.
Dee grabbed Vicky by the braid and started fucking her mouth, pushing the head of his cock down her throat. Vicky tried to swallow as much of his cock as she could, her body moving in time with his thrusts. Overexcited, Dee began to cum deep into Vicky's throat, streams of it flowing from the corners of her mouth down her chin.
Exhausted, Dee collapsed onto the bed, but Vicky was still not satisfied. She leaned back on the pillow, spread her legs wide, and began to pull her pussy. Seeing this, Dee's cock hardened again, and Vicky, in her drunken state, asked him to fuck her. Dee couldn't resist the opportunity to get his first real sex.
He lied down between her legs and entered her wet pussy, fucking her rough and fast. Vicky liked it, moaning loudly as she wrapped her pumped thighs around him so that he entered her deeper. They kissed, intertwining their tongues as Dee fucked her with a passion he didn't know he had.
A minute later, Dee started cumming deep into Vicky's pussy. Vicky howled loudly, feeling the muscles of her vagina squeezing his cock hard. Satisfied, Vicky turned off without realizing who she was fucking. Dee cleaned up all traces of fucking, covered Vicky with a blanket, and left the room, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement that he couldn't ignore.
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