The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted Dee out of his light slumber. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand – it was nearly midnight. He sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he made his way to the living room.
What he found when he got there was both concerning and unexpected. His mother, Vicky, was sprawled out on the sofa, her motorcycle boots still on her feet and her leather vest hanging open. She was snoring softly, a bottle of whiskey clutched in her hand.
Dee shook his head and walked over to his mother, gently lifting her into his arms. She was surprisingly light, despite her muscular build. He carried her down the hallway to her bedroom, laying her down on the bed and pulling off her boots and vest.
As he removed her pants and T-shirt, Dee couldn't help but notice his mother's curvaceous figure. She had always been a handsome woman, but he had never really allowed himself to appreciate her body in the way that he was now. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his fingers, and he felt a stirring in his lower half that he quickly tried to ignore.
He told himself that it was wrong to be thinking about his mother in this way, but he couldn't deny the way his body was responding to her. He continued to undress her, his hands shaking slightly as he revealed more and more of her.
Vicky moaned softly in her sleep, and Dee felt his arousal grow. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't resist the temptation to touch her more intimately. He ran his fingers over her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
Suddenly, Vicky's eyes snapped open. For a moment, she looked confused, but then she saw Dee. "Oh, hey there, baby," she slurred, reaching out to touch his face. "I didn't know you were still up."
Dee froze, unsure of what to do. He watched as his mother's hand moved down his chest and stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of his sweatpants.
"You're such a handsome boy," Vicky murmured, her eyes heavy-lidded with drink. "Just like your father."
Before Dee could protest, his mother had pulled down his pants, revealing his erection. She looked at it for a moment, a sly smile crossing her face.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and husky. "Looks like someone's excited."
Before Dee could react, Vicky had leaned forward and taken him into her mouth. He groaned, unable to control himself as his mother began to suck him off.
Vicky's hand moved down to her own pussy, and she began to rub herself as she sucked her son. Dee couldn't believe what was happening, but he was too far gone to stop. He thrust into his mother's mouth, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
With a final thrust, Dee came, his cum filling Vicky's mouth. She swallowed every drop, still rubbing herself as she did so.
Exhausted, Dee collapsed onto the bed. Vicky, still not satisfied, pulled him between her legs and asked him to fuck her. Dee couldn't resist the opportunity to lose his virginity. He entered her, and they started to have sex.
They kissed, and Vicky wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. A few moments later, Dee started to cum again, and Vicky followed suit. Satisfied, Vicky turned over and fell asleep, still not realizing what just happened.
The next morning, Vicky woke up with a hangover and an inexplicable taste in her mouth. Dee brought her a beer, and all thoughts of the previous night were forgotten. Dee, however, couldn't help but think about how to repeat the experience.
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