“I tried to talk to her, get her interested in things, but she seemed to be perfectly content in her disdain for merely existing. I can’t tell you the number of times I came home from school and found her passed out by the pool, or on the sofa … Hell, just about every damned room in the house, even my bedroom. There was this one time, though …
“I was a sophomore in college. I came home one day after classes and looked around for my mother. I eventually made it to her room and found her lying on her bed. There was an empty wine glass next to her hand along with a Prozac bottle. My first fear was that she had overdosed, but I could see that her chest was rising and falling with regularity. As I watched, my gaze shifted from her chest to her breasts. Mom was wearing a green sheer bra that accentuated her dark nipples and areola nicely. I followed her flawlessly tan body down to her green mesh panties and was able to make out that tiny landing strip just above her clit. I looked back to her breasts again, her nipples, and for some reason I so wanted to feel them and suck on them. I deliberated over this, though. Never once had I had a sexual thought of my mother before, but seeing her lie there as she was … She was fucking gorgeous, and I just had to have her.
“I carefully removed her breasts from her bra, then I took one in each hand. They were so firm, firmer than girls my own age. I felt her nipples and areola harden. I removed my hands and just looked at her breasts, then I bent and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I had not yet gotten hard, but as soon as my mouth found its way to her, I was solid. I probably spent about five minutes sucking her nipples, then I got the idea that if she had slept through that, she might sleep through me eating her pussy.
“I moved down and slowly peeled back her panties, then I just marveled at her. It was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. My mouth was on it instantly. I slid my tongue inside her for about a minute, then brought it up to her clit. I lightly flicked my tongue across it before just full-on sucking it, gently so as not to wake her. Then I heard it. She gave a soft moan. I looked up to see she was still asleep, so I kept going. Women can have orgasms in their sleep. Did you know that?”
“No,” I answered. “I didn’t.”
“Well, I was intent on giving Mom an orgasm. I would occasionally slide my tongue into her, and her cream was really building. I wanted it all, though, that huge secretion when she finally came, so I continued sucking her clit and she moaned again. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, and her moans were increasing in regularity. At some point I had removed my shorts and underwear and was playing with myself. Not really jacking, just holding my cock as I continued what I was doing to her. Her breath caught. She lifted her head, looked down and saw who was doing this to her, and said, ‘Stephen! Stop! What do you think you’re doing?!?!?’
“I didn’t stop, though. I kept on eating her, even as she said, ‘No, Stephen! Stop! This … You can’t be doing this to me! I’m your mother!’ Like I gave a damn. I kept at it, and so did she, until, ‘Stephen! Stop! Don’t! Stop! Don’t … Don’t … Oh, baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum,’ and she did. I felt her juices against my chin, so I lowered my mouth and began to lick them up. She continued to moan and praise me for a job well done, then she pulled me up to her.