The front door of the Metal Family household creaked open, and in stumbled Vicky, the matriarch of the family and leader of the local bike club. She was dressed in her signature tight leather pants and vest, the material creaking with every movement she made. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her bright blue eyes were glazed over from one too many drinks.
Dee, Vicky's eldest son, emerged from his room, annoyed at the noise. He took in his mother's state with a mix of displeasure and concern. "Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.
Vicky giggled, stumbling over to the sofa. "Just having a bit of fun, dear," she slurred, falling onto the cushions.
Dee sighed, making his way over to his mother. He helped her to her feet and led her to her bedroom. She was too drunk to undress herself, so he took it upon himself to remove her motorcycle boots and vest.
As Dee removed Vicky's pants and T-shirt, he couldn't help but take in her half-naked form. He had never seen his mother like this before, and the sight of her black bra and thong made his heart race. He felt a stirring in his pants, but quickly pushed the thought away.
Dee began to help Vicky out of her bra, his hands brushing against her breasts. He felt her nipples harden under his touch, and he couldn't help but grope her. 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. She was already wet and squirmed under his touch. He took out his cock and began to jerk off in Vicky's half-parted lips. She moaned and tried to swallow his cock.
Vicky came to her senses and realized what was happening. She mistakenly thought Dee was her husband and continued to suck his cock. Dee lost control and started fucking Vicky's mouth, pushing the head of his cock down her throat. Vicky tried to swallow as much of him as she could.
Overexcited, Dee started cumming deep into Vicky's throat. She hastily swallowed his sperm, streams of it flowing from the corners of her mouth down her chin. Dee collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Vicky, still not satisfied, began to finger herself.
Seeing this, Dee's cock hardened again. Vicky, in her drunken state, asked him to fuck her. Dee couldn't resist the opportunity to lose his virginity. He lied down between her legs and entered her wet pussy.
They fucked rough and fast, but Vicky liked it. They kissed, intertwining their tongues. Vicky wrapped her pumped thighs around Dee so that he entered her deeper.
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 next morning, Vicky suffered from a hangover and absolutely couldn't remember last night. She felt an incomprehensible but familiar taste in her mouth.
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 Vicky's 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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