The front door of the Metal Family household creaked open, and in stumbled Vicky, the matriarch of the household. She was clad in her signature biker attire, her motorcycle vest half-slipped off her shoulders, revealing the black lace bra she wore underneath. Her tight leather pants were covered in dirt and grime, and her hair was disheveled from the wild night out with her bike club.
Dee, the eldest son of the Metal family, emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sighed heavily as he took in the sight of his mother, stumbling around the living room, her movements unsteady.
"Come on, Ma, let me help you," Dee said, as he approached his mother. He gently guided her to the sofa, and began to undress her. First, he pulled off her motorcycle boots, then her vest. He struggled with her leather pants, and finally, managed to slip them off her legs.
Vicky lay there, half-conscious, dressed only in her black bra and thong. Dee couldn't help but stare at her body, his eyes drawn to her firm breasts and the black lace that barely contained them. He felt a stirring in his pants, and quickly looked away.
He noticed that her nipples were hard, and her thong was wet. He tried to resist the urge, but he couldn't help himself. He reached out and touched her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. He ran his fingers over her thong, feeling the wetness seep through the material.
Without realizing what he was doing, Dee began to finger his mother's wet vagina. Vicky squirmed and moaned, still unconscious. Dee's heart raced as he felt her body respond to his touch. He couldn't believe what was happening.
He took out his cock and began to jerk off in her plump, half-parted lips. He rubbed the head of his dick against them, feeling the warmth of her mouth.
Suddenly, Vicky's eyes opened. Dee panicked, but Vicky, still drunk, mistook him for her husband.
"Hey, baby," she slurred, as she grabbed Dee's cock and took it in her mouth.
Dee was shocked, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through his body. He started fucking Vicky's mouth, pushing the head of his cock down her throat.
Vicky was excited and tried to swallow his cock as deep as possible. Dee couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't stop himself. He started cumming profusely deep into her throat.
Vicky hastily swallowed his sperm, streams of sperm flowing from the corners of her mouth down her chin. Dee collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Vicky, still not satisfied, leaned back on the pillow, spread her legs wide, and began to pull her pussy. Dee's cock hardened again, and Vicky, still drunk and slow-thinking, asked Dee to fuck her.
Dee couldn't resist the opportunity to get his first sex. He lay down between her legs and entered her wet pussy. They kissed, intertwining their tongues. Vicky wrapped her pumped thighs around him so that he entered her deeper.
A minute later, Dee started cumming deep into Vicky's pussy. Vicky howled loudly, Dee felt the muscles of her vagina squeezing his cock hard, and realized she had also finished.
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 next morning, Vicky suffered from a hangover and absolutely couldn't remember last night. She felt an incomprehensible but familiar taste in her mouth. But before she could concentrate, Dee brought her a bottle of cold beer, and all thoughts flew out of her head. She grabbed it gratefully and began to drink greedily. Dee watched how her lips wrapped around the neck of the bottle and remembered how those lips wrapped around his cock last night. He was thinking about how to repeat this and, despite the depravity and wrongness of such thoughts, he was looking forward to Vicky getting very drunk again.
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