The front door of the Metal Family household creaked open, slamming into the wall with a loud thud. Biker Vicky, the matriarch of the Metal Family, stumbled into the house, her tight leather pants and vest creaking with the movement. She had a wide grin plastered on her face, and her eyes were glazed over from one too many drinks with her bike club.
Dee, her eldest son, emerged from his room, annoyed at the noise. He ran a hand through his short, dark hair and made his way towards the living room. His eyes narrowed as he took in his mother's state, a mix of frustration and concern etched on his face.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Dee asked, his voice low and stern.
Vicky let out a loud cackle, her head lolling to the side. "Just having a bit of fun, dear," she slurred.
Dee sighed and walked over to his mother, helping her up from her drunken stupor. He led her to her bedroom, noticing the envious stares of his younger siblings following them. Once in the bedroom, Dee realized that his mother was too drunk to undress herself. He hesitated, but eventually began to remove her boots and vest.
As he removed her pants and T-shirt, Dee couldn't help but notice his mother's toned body and the way her black bra and thong hugged her curves. He felt a stirring in his pants, but quickly shook it off. This was his mother, for crying out loud.
But as he ran his fingers over her thong, he felt it getting wet. Unable to resist, Dee pushed aside Vicky's thong and began to finger her. To his surprise, she squirmed and moaned in her drunken state.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Dee asked, his voice shaking.
Vicky, still drunk and excited, pulled Dee onto the bed and spread her legs. She moaned loudly, asking him to fuck her. Dee, still in shock but unable to resist, entered her.
They fucked rough and fast, Vicky's pumped thighs wrapped around Dee as he thrust into her. They kissed, their tongues intertwining.
Dee began to cum deep inside Vicky's pussy, and Vicky howled loudly as she finished as well.
Satisfied, Vicky turned over and Dee cleaned up the traces of their fucking. He covered his mother with a blanket and left the room.
The next morning, Vicky suffered from a hangover and couldn't remember the previous 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 gratefully took it and began to drink greedily. Dee watched, thinking about how to repeat the previous night's events. Despite the depravity and wrongness of such thoughts, he looked forward to Vicky getting very drunk again.
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