The front door of the Metal Family household creaked open, slamming against the wall with a bang. A figure stumbled into the living room, her boots echoing against the wooden floor. Biker Vicky, the matriarch of the Metal Family, had returned home after a long night out with her bike club. She was drunk, her movements unsteady as she fell onto the sofa, her tight leather pants and vest creaking with the movement.
Dee, her eldest son, emerged from his room, annoyed by the commotion. He took in his mother's state with a mixture of irritation and concern. "Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.
Vicky looked up at her son, her eyes glazed over. "Hey, Dee," she slurred, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "I'm home."
Dee sighed, rubbing his temples. He knew that his mother was capable of taking care of herself, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for her. He approached her, helping Vicky to her feet. She leaned against him, her body swaying as they made their way to her bedroom.
As Dee helped his mother undress, he couldn't help but notice her toned body and large breasts. He felt a stirring in his pants, a feeling that he quickly pushed aside. He chided himself for having such thoughts, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards his mother's body.
Dee removed Vicky's boots and vest, his hands brushing against her soft skin. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him as he touched her, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to ignore the feeling, focusing on getting his mother into bed.
But as he removed her pants and T-shirt, he couldn't help but notice the wetness between her legs. He ran his fingers over her thong, feeling it getting wetter. He pushed aside Vicky's thong, exposing her red pubic hair and wet vagina.
Dee began to touch Vicky, feeling the nipples harden under his fingers. He ran his fingers over her wet pussy, feeling her body move with his touch. Vicky stirred, but remained unconscious. She moaned softly, her body moving with Dee's fingers.
Dee took out his cock and began to jerk off in Vicky's half-parted lips. Suddenly, Vicky woke up. She saw Dee standing above her, his cock in his hand. Vicky, still drunk, mistook Dee for her husband and took his cock in her mouth.
Dee, overwhelmed by the situation, began to fuck Vicky's mouth, pushing his cock down her throat. Vicky, excited by the rough treatment, began to moan louder, her body moving with Dee's thrusts.
Dee cums profusely into Vicky's mouth, streams of sperm flowing from the corners of her mouth. Dee collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Vicky, still not satisfied, began to touch herself.
Vicky, in her drunken state, asked Dee to fuck her. Dee, unable to resist the opportunity, lies down between her legs and enters her wet pussy. They fuck rough and fast, but Vicky enjoys it. They kiss, intertwining their tongues.
Vicky wraps her pumped thighs around Dee, allowing him to enter her deeper. A minute later, Dee cums deep inside Vicky's pussy. Vicky howls loudly, Dee feels the muscles of her vagina squeezing his cock hard.
Satisfied, Vicky turns off, not realizing who she was fucking. Dee cleans up all traces of their encounter, covers Vicky with a blanket, and leaves the room.
The next morning, Vicky suffers from a hangover and can't remember anything from the night before. She feels an incomprehensible but familiar taste in her mouth. Dee brings her a bottle of cold beer, and all thoughts fly out of her head.
Dee watches as Vicky drinks greedily, remembering how her lips wrapped around his cock the night before. Dee thinks about how to repeat the encounter and looks forward to Vicky getting very drunk again.
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