DRUNKEN LOVE

enjoy the occasional glass of wine or beer, but both my parents were fairly heavy spirit drinkers, bourbon mainly. My father drank far more than I or my mother realized and was shocked when he died of an alcohol related disease. I hoped the shock would be so great that mother would stop drinking, but the reverse was the case. She gradually increased her consumption until she became an alcoholic. Most week nights she would go out with a lady friend from work and come home drunk. Weekends were worse when she went out to bars drinking, picking up men, who would ply her with drinks hoping to have sex with her. Most times they succeeded, then eventually she would stagger home, hardly knowing where she was.

Of course there was the financial strain on the household, with most of her wages being spent on booze. It was my salary that kept our heads above water and any cash I had in the house, was locked away and hidden. She became untidy and slovenly, I did my best to keep the house clean and tidy but I was on a losing battle. Her work began to suffer and she was given two warnings before the third which got her fired. I refused to give her money when she asked, and some of the sob stories she came out with to try and persuade me to give her money were classics. It was a moment of insanity when she realized her body had value, and that not only would men buy her drinks, but would also pay to have sex with her, and so she became a prostitute. She spent the extra money on drink and became a chronic alcoholic.

It was in the early hours of Sunday morning when she arrived home, I always waited up for her in case she needed help. I heard her put the key into the front door's lock and open the door, then an enormous crash. To say she was drunk, is an understatement, she was shit-faced, how she managed to get the key in the door and open it was a miracle. As she tried to enter she tripped up the step and fell flat on her face. That was the crash I heard. By the time I got to her she was gradually turning herself onto her back laughing, almost in hysterics. The front door was still open, it couldn't be closed because her feet and legs were overhanging the step.

Mother was still laughing when she looked at me, raised her arms and said. "Help me up." I grabbed hold of her wrists and dragged her along the floor far enough so that I could shut the front door. Once the door was closed I pulled her up into the sitting position, then positioned myself behind her. I put my arms under her armpits and around her body preparing to lift her.

"Watch it buddy you've got hold of my tits."

Buddy, she called me buddy, was it possible that she was so drunk that she didn't even know her own son?

"Never mind your tits." I grabbed them and squeezed them several times. "Do you want me to help you up, or do you want to just lie there all night?"

"Just fucking get me up."

"I can't do it in one go, hang on I'll get a chair."

I set the chair beside her, then went to position her legs so that her knees were bent and her feet flat on the floor, hoping that when I lifted her she could assist me help her stand, by pushing with her feet. Of course when I was arranging her legs her skirt slipped down exposing her panties.

"Are you looking up my skirt, see anything you like?"

"You're a whore, I'm helping you; so I expect a freebee when I get you into bed." She went very quiet, I only said it to wind her up.

I knelt behind her. "I'm going to get you up in a minute but first I'm going to feel of your tits." I put my arms over her shoulders and had a good feel, squeezing them, bouncing them around; trying to feel her nipples which wasn't very successful since she was wearing a bra.

"Alright now we'll try to get you up, when I start to lift, I'll say now and you push with your feet to try to stand up, and see if we can get you onto the chair."

I crouched down behind her, put my arms under her armpits and around her body, ensuring my hands were cupping her breasts. Why not, if I was going to work at lifting her I might as well enjoy myself.

I started the lift. "Now" She pushed with her feet nearly pushing me over backwards, but I managed to keep my balance to lift her sufficiently, to move her sideways onto the chair. Looking as if she was going to fall asleep, and me near exhaustion I managed to grab her around the neck to prevent her from falling forward. With all the effort and awkwardness, several buttons on her blouse had popped off exposing her bra. Waiting a few minutes to recuperate I couldn't help running my hands across the exposed top of her breasts that were overflowing from her bra.

It was time to get her to stand, which from the sitting position isn't too difficult, but keeping her on her feet was going to be more of a problem. I managed to stand her up and forced her back against the wall using my body to trap her so she couldn't fall down.

She was beginning to slur her words. "What do you think you are doing, are you trying to fuck me?"

In order to keep her standing I was forcing my pelvis against hers, which I must admit was getting me horny. "You promised to kiss me and show me your tits once I got you standing up."

"I don't remember saying that."

"Of course you don't you're too drunk to remember anything, it was when you said about giving me a freebee."

"I thought it was you who said about a freebee."

"No, no, no, it was definitely you who said I could have a freebee."

"Right, so now I want to claim my kisses." I lowered my head towards hers and when our lips touched and locked, I felt her arms wrap around my neck. We stood there a few minutes kissing before I asked her to show me her tits. She didn't complain when I undid the buttons and opened her blouse and slipped it off over her shoulders. I reached behind her to unhook her bra and let it, and her blouse, slip down her arms dropping to the floor. For several minutes I fondled and sucked her tits before lifting her skirt up.

That is when she stopped me. "If you want to fuck me, get me upstairs, finish undressing me, and get me on the bed, then you can have anything you want."

Getting her upstairs wasn't as easy as I thought. We attempted, with me supporting her, to walk up the stairs. However, first it was almost impossible for us to stand side by side with me supporting her. Secondly she was far too unsteady on her feet and I could never prevent her from falling backwards, and so it became an all fours operation. I explained what she had to do. I bent her over, stretched her arms up and placed both hands on a step higher up. She was now in a perfect position, and had to wait for me while I played and fondled her tits. Giving them a few light taps, watching them flop around.

Hiking her skirt up, I placed my hand under the top of her thighs and lifted her leg up onto the first step, after which I pushed the edge of my hand against the crotch of her panties. After that I helped her place the other leg on the first step; and so that is how we continued one step at a time. Although, once we had moved up several steps I stood behind her, and with her skirt up around her waist, I pressed myself against her ass, while fondling her tits. After each step we negotiated I squeezed her tits and tweaked her nipples. She couldn't stop me slipping my hands inside her panties, so that I could touch her and trace my fingers along the entrance to her pussy. When we reached half-way, I encourage her to keep climbing by maintaining my hand inside her panties and inserted a finger inside her pussy, which certainly helped her to move faster. Every time she began to slacken, my fingers gave her that extra bit of encouragement, she swore at me complaining I was taking advantage of her.

"Taking advantage you drunken whore, you offered me a freebee and said. If I wanted to fuck you I must get you upstairs, finish undressing you and get you on the bed, then I can have anything I wanted." When we reached the top I slapped her ass hard and said. "Giddy-up let's go for a ride." There was no point in me trying to lift her so I replaced my hand inside her panties to encourage her to crawl on all fours into the bedroom.

Eventually I maneuvered her beside the bed, helped her into the kneeling position, with her hands positioned on top of the bed, ready to push. With one knee bent and her foot flat on the floor, I stood behind her with my arms under her armpits, and with my hands in their usual position, cupping her breasts, ready to lift. It was a struggle but gradually, with a little assistance from her, I managed to roll her onto the bed. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed I unzipped her skirt, and without any assistance from her, pulled it off. The same with her panties, she made no effort to help.

While I undressed I watched her as she lie on top of the bed naked, her eyes closed her breathing heavy. I crawled beside her and began to squeeze her tits and suck her nipples. There was a slight reaction when I slipped two fingers inside her, and again when I began to kiss her, although she never kissed me back. There was little time to waste, after spreading her legs I mounted her and eased myself inside her. I worked myself off inside her, it didn't take long; I was too aroused, knowing I was fucking my mother. She on the other hand knew very little about it, but towards the end there was one or two quiet grunts as I rammed myself into her. Having finished I crawled off her and picked up the clothes sprawled about the bedroom floor.

Then collected her bra and blouse from downstairs. Having folded her clothes up and placed them on the chair I took mine back to my bedroom and dropped them in the laundry basket.

I was up about 9.00 o'clock Sunday morning and cooked myself some breakfast, knowing mother wouldn't stagger down much before midday.

I smiled to myself as she walked in wondering how much she remembered "Would you like something to eat, a cooked breakfast maybe?"

"No nothing thank you darling."

"What time did you get in last night I never heard you get home?"

"No? What time did you go to bed?"

"About 11.00 o'clock."

"I got home about midnight and crept in quietly, I didn't want to disturb you."

There wasn't many occasions when mother ended up in the state she was last night, not knowing who I was. If I wanted to have sex with her on a more regular basis in a less drunken state then I must come up with some type of disguise, so she won't recognize me. During my research I came up with the idea for a villainous look, by using a combination of a pointed Van Dyke beard and mustache. Also hairy eyebrows which met in the center of my forehead, all glued to my face with theatrical spirit gum. That in itself I didn't think sufficient, so I decided to smear my hair down with hair cream and introduce a center parting, and coat most of my body that mattered in a fake tan.

It took a couple of weeks to get myself organized and develop the look, before going out a couple of times to spy on my mother. Although I didn't get to close, it was a test to see if she would recognize me. She didn't, but I still had to be careful, because when I get that close to her, she still needed to have a skin full, which was her normal Saturday night condition. So I practiced speaking in a lower voice.

That first Saturday night when I was ready, I waited for her to come home, standing upstairs, listening to see if she was sufficiently inebriated, she was. I had placed pillows in my bed to make it look like I was asleep, just in case she decided to look in on me. I sat in the chair in her bedroom and waited for her to walk through the door.

"Hello Caroline, you're not quite as drunk as you were a couple of weeks ago, the last time I was here."

"When was that, and who are you anyway, and what are you doing in my house?"

"I don't suppose you remember me undressing you and helping you up the stairs. You promised me a freebee and I fucked you that night and I'm going to fuck you tonight."

I could see it on her face, a glimmer of recognition, she remembered something about it. She plonked herself down on the bed, because she was unable to undress standing up. Sitting on the edge, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slid down her arms, then unhooked her bra and let it slip into her lap. I watched as she unzipped her skirt then lay back on the bed lifted her body but was unable to slide her skirt off. I walked over to her and grabbed her skirt and her panties, and pulled them both off in one quick movement.

While I undressed, and without being asked, she moved to the middle of the bed and spread her legs. I moved in beside her, leant over and put my arms around her pulling her close.

She put her arms around my neck. "Caroline you're a very attractive woman." I kissed her on the lips a long passionate kiss and she responded enthusiastically. "You have beautiful breasts." I kissed the top of each nipple, then sucked them both." Caroline placed a hand on the back of my head encouraging me to suckle. Meanwhile my hand was wandering down her body to rest between her parted legs. She moaned as I worked two fingers inside her. You also have a lovely cunny."

I repositioned myself so we could resume kissing. Caroline was passionate and wrapped her hand around my cock, pulling at me trying to persuade me to move on top of her. I ignored her pleas but enjoyed the physical attempt to get me inside her. She realized that my obsession was with her body and spent time rubbing herself against me. At one point she was leaning over me shaking her body, causing her tits to swing from side to side dragging them across my face. There's a good girl you know what I like." Finally we made love, this time without aggression it was just slow and gentle. After we lay snuggled together maintaining our closeness with the occasional kiss.

"Caroline does your son make use of your body like I have?"

"No, Alan and I don't have sex."

"Why not."

"Because he's my son."

Obviously the change of subject caused her some concern because she moved away from me turning onto her other side with her back to me. I continued the conversation.

"Does that really matter, considering you have sex with complete strangers? Do you think he would like to have sex with you or you with him?"

"How would I know if he wanted to have sex with me, and I've never considered having sex with him?"

"Surely you can tell by the way a man looks at you whether he wants sex with you or not, so how does your son look at you?"

"I don't know how he looks at me, I've never really taken any notice or thought about it."

"Well I suggest that you become more observant on this matter."

That seemed to end our conversation so I laid there until she fell asleep.

Knowing Caroline wouldn't surface until about midday, I left her sleeping and went back to my own room, where I removed the false beard, mustache and eyebrows. Removing the fake tan and washing my hair I left until my morning shower.

Our sexual encounters using the disguise lasted a couple of months during which time our sexual practices developed far beyond my original expectations. Now I needed to plan my last disguised visit, where I persuade mother to initiate sex with me. I decided to tell mother that I would be away that weekend visiting friends, so she wouldn't be suspicious or inhibited by my presence. I on the other hand would leave Friday night, book in to a motel, and creep back home Saturday night, while she and her friend were out partying. It was a week before the chosen weekend that I informed her of my weekend away.

"Mom, I won't be here this coming weekend, I've been invited to Brian and Ann's they have tickets for a concert. I'll be leaving Friday evening and returning Sunday evening."

Early Friday evening I said goodbye and drove off in the car. I'd booked a motel room in the next town some ten miles away. Early Saturday evening I drove back home and parked away from the house, but in such a position that I could see any comings or goings. Mother left the house around 8.00pm all dressed up for her night on the tiles. I turned the car around and drove off parking the car a mile or so from the house, before walking back to let myself in.

I knew roughly what time she would be home and prepared a hiding place in my closet and waited until I heard her come home before concealing myself. I heard her mumble as she stumbled up the stairs and listened until I heard her slip into bed. I waited for another ten minutes giving her time to become drowsy before I made my move. Creeping from my hiding place I pushed opened her partially closed door. Normally when I'm in the house it would be closed. She must have heard me, because with the blinds closed for all practical purposes it was dark in her room.

"Whose there?"

"Hello Caroline."

"What are you doing here, where do you keep coming from?"

"This will be my last social visit, you will never see me again until I come back to take you to that special place for people like you. The purpose of my visits is to prepare you for when I take you back with me. When I do you will spend eternity with others constantly on top of you, doing to you what you do best."

"You know my name but you have never told me yours. I think I've been good to you by letting you have sex with me, so won't you tell me your name?"

"My name is Naamah, it means pleasing."

"Naamah, where are you taking me?"

"To the underworld."

"Do you mean Hell?"

"It has many names, Hades, Sheol, Purgatory are but a few."

"Is there anything I can do to prevent you from taking me there?"

"It is possible, I could set you a task, but that depends on how you treat me tonight."

"So far I've not refused you anything."

"Your task is to seduce your son, have sex and make sure you satisfy his desires, and sleep together at least four nights a week. You must obey Alan, without question, and do everything he asks of you, do you understand?"

"I do. But tell me what is it like there?"

"It's like living in a constant red twilight. Imagine standing in the shadow of a burning building at night where the fire's flames are the only source of light that will give you some idea what it's like. And you will be lying there, your body in continual use for eternity. Unless you let Alan take over from me. As his mother you have been remiss. For him you will revert to being a woman, and let him use you, as I have used you. Now remove your nightgown and lie on top of the bed."

She sat up and swiveled, so that her legs were over the side of the bed. She was in a state, swaying as she tried to remove her nightgown, which she eventually achieved. Standing in front of her I undressed.

"Now suck my dick."

For several minutes while she massaged me with her mouth I leaned over and fondled and squeezed her tits. I didn't want to cum in her mouth so when I began to feel I was getting close I told her to stop sucking and lie on the bed. Lying beside her with my arms around her I began to kiss her and she kissed me back with enthusiasm.

Easing myself down the bed I buried my face between her tits, and run my finger up and down the entrance to her pussy, teasing her until she became wet, when I slipped my fingers inside her. After a while I took a nipple in my mouth and began to suck. I suckled for ages and I knew that I made her nipple sore but she never complained. Thinking I was Naamah from hell must have scared the shit out of her. Eventually I climbed on top and entered her, we kissed as we fucked and fucked as we kissed. I had never known my mother to be so affectionate, but it was all role play, and she was good at it, appearing genuine. Whether her orgasm which, incidentally coincided with me coming, and all her moaning and writhing was genuine, I couldn't tell. But it was pleasurable.We spent the next hour kissing and cuddling and playing with each other's bodies. While I fingered her she would massage my cock until I was hard again, when I would climb on top of her and fuck her again. We spent most of the night together making love one way or another. My cock would be in her mouth, between her tits, we would be kissing while I fondled and shook her tits. She would sit on me with my cock inside her rocking back and forth, while I watched her tits swing forward almost hitting her on the chin, and back again hitting her ribs.

We fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, with me again leaving before she woke up, doing my disappearing act. I grabbed my clothes and dressed downstairs before creeping out of the house and locking up behind me. I walked the mile to my car and drove back to the motel.

It was late Sunday afternoon before I got home and suffered the usual third degree from mother wanting to know what my weekend was like. Did I have a good time, did I enjoy the concert; did I meet any nice girls?

"As matter of fact I did, there were four of us at the concert, Brian and Ann, Ann's friend Helen, and me."

"Is Helen married?"

"No."

"Are you going to see her again?"

"I very much doubt it."

"Did you get her number?"

"No I didn't."

It was the following Saturday after my final disguised visit to her bedroom. I was ready for bed sitting at my desk working on my computer. I was surprised when she arrived home earlier than usual, and surprisingly quiet, without all that stumbling around. I shut down my PC climbed into bed and turned the light off, and listened. I heard her lock up, climb the stairs and open the door to her bedroom. For ten minutes I listened as she moved around her bedroom, paid a visit to the bathroom, heard her run the water, then return to her bedroom. A further ten minutes passed before there was a knock on my door.

"Alan are you awake?"

"Yes mom?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure mom come in."

She opened the door. Standing in the doorway with the light behind her I could see she was wearing a short see-through baby doll nightgown.

"Mom, shall I turn the light on?"

"No, not for the moment darling."

She walked up to my bedside, what light there was gave me a limited glance of her body.

"Darling we need to talk but it's chilly in here can I climb into bed beside you?"

"Yes of course."

I moved over to give her room and pulled back the covers. She grabbed the hem of her nightgown and held it down while she eased herself beside me. If she was trying to protect her modesty, she wasn't making a very good job of it wearing a see-through nightgown. She turned on her side to face me.

"Darling put your arms around me I'm cold."

I turned on my side to face her and put an arm around her. Our bodies were close but not quite touching. Caroline put an arm around me closing the gap between us. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, causing movement around my groin area. The pressure of her breasts against my chest fluctuated, as she tried to wrap her arm further around me. The feeling that generous rack pressing against me caused some embarrassment as my erection forced its way between us. Caroline's face moved closer to mine.

"Darling give mommy a kiss."

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"No not like that, a proper long kiss."

I pushed her onto her back and leant over her, our eyes met.

"Do you mean like this?"

The kiss must have lasted nearly a minute and during that time Caroline wrapped both arms around my neck. As we broke the kiss she said, "I want more," and more she got. We must have kissed for nearly an hour, at times it got very intimate, with tongues being exchanged. At one point I felt her hand wrap around my cock, I stopped kissing her and placed a hand on her tits and lightly squeezed. I looked into her eyes waiting to be admonished, but she just pulled me back down to continue making out. Caroline didn't mind me squeezing her tits or feeling and tweaking her nipples, her hand never wandered from my cock, squeezing it, sometimes gently massaging it. I placed my hand on the top of her arm and followed it down until I felt the back of her hand. She encouraged me to feel myself in fact we locked our fingers together at one point so we both had our hands wrapped around my cock.

She whispered in my ear. "Do you like to masturbate?"

I whispered back, "Yes, do you pleasure yourself, would you like me to pleasure you?"

"Yes, and I would like you to pleasure me, now."

I broke our grip pulling my hand away from hers, and shifted it across to her stomach where I fumbled my way down between her legs to seek out her pussy.

Breaking our kiss I moved down the bed, and while my fingers explored her pussy I nuzzled her tits and sucked her nipples through her nightgown. I know this was not my first time with her, but before she did not recognize me as her son, which made all the difference in the way she treated me. It was more a fantasy knowing that she was being made love to by her son, rather than my skills as a lover, that caused her to become far more sexually intimate and aroused than she had been with her previous admirers.

As I pleasured her with my fingers, and between kisses on her lips, her breast and nipples, I spoke softly, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. When I called her mommy she became aggressive, grabbing my cock and rubbing it against her pussy. Finally Caroline pulled me on top of her. With some squirming and writhing on her part, and fumbling to get me into position, she guided me inside her.

"Come on darling fuck mommy give it to me good and hard."

Giving sufficient of myself to satisfy her was extremely pleasurable but exhausting work. As I ploughed in and out of her, Caroline's movements worked against me, our bodies crashing against each other. At the same time she flexed chest crushing her tits against my chest as I forced myself down on her to achieve full penetration. Eventually I unloaded into her and collapsed then fell asleep due to all my spent energy.

It was Sunday morning when I awoke, Caroline was lying on her side watching me she was holding my cock, around which she had wrapped her nightgown. "Would you like mommy to toss you off or would you like me to straddle and fuck you"

"Straddle and fuck me."

She pushed the bed cover back and maneuvered herself over me and guided me into her. Caroline began to fuck me, but I was more concerned with watching her tits bounce up and down and let them slap against my hands when they reached their lowest point.

"That's some fucking rack you got there." There was puzzlement on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't sure to what I was referring. After a while I began to caress other areas of her body, I could feel patches on her nightgown that had become stiff, I assumed with semen from the night before. Caroline must have slept in her semen covered nightgown while it was still wet and sticky. When we had both been satisfied Caroline climbed out of bed saying she was going to make breakfast.

Still wearing my pajamas I made my way down stairs. Caroline was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and I'm glad to say still wearing her see through nightgown. I walked up behind her put my arms around her and gave her tits a light squeeze. She spun in my arms put her arms around my neck and we kissed.

"Now go and sit down and I will bring breakfast in."

Even using a knife and fork to eat, her tits would move around beneath that nightgown in fact the slightest movement would have them wobbling around. I was mesmerized by their movement. Having finished breakfast Caroline began to clear the table, at one point she was standing in front of me leaning over to collect my plate. She caught me staring, when I couldn't help but notice her tits dangling in all their glory as they pushed the top of her see-through nightgown open.

Darling you've been staring at my breasts all through breakfast in actual fact I don't think you've looked at anything else. Do you like mommy's rack, I believe you called them, I like that name for them, and do you really want to fuck them, fuck my G-rack?"

"What do you mean G-rack?"

"The 'G' is my bra's cup size, but you already knew that. Let mommy see if she has given you a hard-on, come on shift your chair back and let me have a look."

I pushed my chair back and there it was standing up proud. Caroline took hold of it.

"Oh god Alan it's as stiff and as hard as an iron bar."

She straddled my lap and lowered herself onto me without any need of it being guided in, it just slipped right in. As she plunged up and down on my lap her tits were flapping around, Caroline pulled her nightgown off over her head. "Grab them darling, grab my rack hold them tight."

I caught hold of her nipples and slapped her tits together, before lifting them up to bury my face between them. At one point Caroline cried out as I nipped her flesh before sucking her nipple into my mouth. Then came the shaking and long loud moan of an orgasm before collapsing against me, but not before I cum inside her. She had an arm around my neck the other around my body, her forehead resting on the top of my shoulder. Her breathing was heavy and erratic and while I waited for her to recover, I became limp and slipped out of her. I could feel our combined fluids running down between my legs and wondered what state the chair would end up in, knowing it would need some sort of cleaning treatment.

Five minutes, maybe a little longer, it took Caroline to recover before she lifted her head from my shoulder. She looked me in the eye, put her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss.

"Darling if I feel so wet and sticky, you must be as well, let's go and take a shower together."

As the water cascaded over us Caroline hugged me close, her long hair flowing everywhere. With my cock in her hand she must have felt some reaction as she encouraged those incestuous feelings within me. She dropped to her knees and took my, by then, semi limp cock in her mouth and began to suck it back to life. She stopped sucking and stood up before I could cum in her mouth, then began to soap me all over, before handing me the soap so I could do the same to her. With us both now slippery with soap and me behind her, she backed up swinging her hips around forcing my cock between the cheeks of her ass.

"Alan finger me and slide your hands all over my tits and nipples."

I did as she asked, we ended up with her bent over, her hands placed on the wall in front of her, for support. With one arm around her fingering her pussy, the other arm around her fondling her tits I was working myself up and down the crack of her ass. I was beginning to ram her with some aggression, I got to a point where I desperately wanted more from her.

"Caroline I want to fuck your ass."

"Oh darling I don't think that's possible I'm a virgin, we would need some lubrication."

"You have that bottle of body oil in the bedroom; that should do."

"Alright just a minute."

She turned the shower off, opened the door, put a towel around her and headed for the bedroom. A minute later she was back, handed me the bottle and resumed her position, bent over with her hands against the wall. Caroline was nervous so I began talking, telling her what I was doing so when I touched her, it wouldn't come as a shock. I poured a little oil on her lower back and let run down between the cheeks of her ass. Slipping my fingers between those cheeks I massaged the oil against her sphincter. Each time I added a little more I penetrated her deeper and deeper, while making her bigger and bigger until eventually I could slip two fingers inside her. There was very little reaction, so when I thought she was big enough I pushed myself into her.

She was tight and I could feel her drawing me in as I began working her. Leaning across her back I wrapped an arm around her and slipped my fingers inside to work her off, while my thumb massaged her clit. My other hand was fondling her tits, her G-rack as she liked to call them. Caroline pushed back as I pushed deeper, her moans softly as first but becoming louder as I increased the ferocity of my ramming into her. I wasn't sure whether it was fucking her ass or fingering her cunny that caused her to become so vocal.

"Oh come on darling fuck my ass harder and make me cum with your fingers, oh god that's lovely, my son is fucking my ass and fingering my cunt, I want more much more, give me more."

I couldn't control myself for too long before I cum in her ass, and it was a while after, that Caroline began to shake and groan and shout abuse at me as she cum on my fingers. She almost fainted, causing me to catch her in my arms and grab her with both hands, by the tits of course, to prevent her collapsing.

Once she had made some degree of recovery we washed each other again before stepping out of the shower and toweled each other off. I took Caroline by the hand and led her back to the bedroom where we laid on the bed naked kissing and cuddling. I of course having been given sufficient time achieved an erection, Caroline asked if I would make love to her again. After this morning's breakfast performance, I began to wonder, no, I became suspicious of certain characteristics mother was demonstrating, so I decided to ask her straight out. I propped myself up on my forearm and looked straight in the eyes.

"Mom I know you're an alcoholic are you also a nympho?"

I could see the concerned look on her face and that she was searching for an answer.

"I have heard people call me that, but I have never been diagnosed medically as one, is that a problem for you?"

"Certainly not, now I know that I can make love to you any time I want without you turning me down. Would you now consider us a couple, the type of relationship as a husband and wife have, would you consider being my wife?"

"Oh Alan, I would love to be a wife to you. I know that we can't get married or say or act as if we were married in town, but here at home, well anything is possible."

Sunday afternoon for some reason Caroline went upstairs, when she returned she was dressed really sexy, braless, wearing an extremely thin white low cut 'T' shirt, showing off the upper part of her breasts and cleavage. Through the material you could see the darkened color of her protruding nipples. Her pink satin mini skirt was ridiculously short and when she bent down in front of me you could see most of her matching bikini panties. As she walked her breasts swayed and bounced uncontrollably. It was a magnificent sight; I became so aroused and wanted to find some excuse to get her back up into the bedroom.

"Sweetheart could you make some room in the closet so I can put a few bits in?"

"What now?"

"Yes please."

She followed me upstairs and into her bedroom, and knowing my intentions, she made no pretense of going to her closet to check what clothes she could throw out. Caroline went straight to the bed and laid down waiting for me to react. I climbed on top of her not knowing her intention was to tease me. She started laughing when she fended me off, when I tried to kiss her. She turned her head away, and when I followed and finally locked lips, she arched and twisted her body throwing me off. We wrestled for several minutes, and she fought like a demon, laughing and shouting at me to get off. Gradually she began to tire allowing me to take charge.

Caroline put her arms around my neck and we continued kissing, and while I put my hands up inside her T-shirt and fondled her breasts, she unzipped my pants and slipped her hand inside to fondle me. After a few kisses I took my pants off Caroline removed her T-shirt then I straddled her. I slapped her tits with my cock and watched them wobble around in different directions, before slipping my cock into that naturally occurring space between breasts. Slowly at first I began to ease myself back and forth, gradually increasing speed until I shot my load over her neck, chin and face. She used her T-shirt to wipe her face and neck then wiped me because I was still messy and dribbling semen.

By this time Caroline was fully submissive, leaning back I pulled her skirt up and rubbed my fingers along the crotch of her panties. She couldn't see what I was doing but she felt my fingers ease their way beneath her panties then into her.

"You are now my sex slave, and will do anything I ask of you? Take your panties off."

I climbed off of her, and the bed, before reaching out to assist in pulling her panties down. I continued to pleasure her with my fingers until I could achieve an erection, so that I could make love to her again. Caroline wrapped her arms and legs around me, encouraging me to go harder repeating over and over again. "Harder darling, fuck mommy harder. We kissed, crushing our lips together, everything we did we did forcefully, trying to inflict pain on each other. In the end we both collapsed exhausted, lying on our sides facing each other, our bodies just about touching, her lips brushing against mine, her breast squashed against my chest, and my cock lying on her thigh.

She raised herself up onto her forearm, leant over me and sucked my earlobe into her mouth. She whispered. "Mommy loves you darling, I love you fucking me and the way you play with my tits, but mommy wants more. I want you to eat my pussy, whisper dirty things in my ear when we're fucking. Tell me about how you like to watch my tits flopping around, tell me about my cunt and how it excretes my love juice so you can enjoy slipping your cock inside it. I want you to do things to me."

By the time she had finished talking I was hard and ready to go again, I pushed her back down and rolled her on her back. I nipped the lob of her ear then whispered. "Let's see what a whore like you can take." As I said it I slipped two fingers inside her. "Can you feel them in your cunt?"

"Oh yes darling."

I worked my fingers around attempting to make her pussy bigger, so that I could work a third then four fingers inside her. Caroline was moaning, but yelped when I eventually forced my fist inside her.

It was while we were together like this I would try to see if I could change her drinking habits. If the truth be known I wanted her sober, and not go out every night, but have her here with me so we could have more sex. But I knew just asking her to stop drinking was a waste of time, so I had to shock her out of it in some way.

"Mom for the last few years I have financed the household expenses, you have not contributed anything. I have also in many ways financially supported you while you spend all your money on booze."

"That's really nothing to do with you."

"It certainly is, when I don't have any money left for myself. So this is what is going to happen. From today I'm going to be your pimp, you will give me half your money you get each night."

"I don't think that is going to happen."

"If you want to argue about it I'll make it 60% of what you get. Also, as of tonight your bedroom is my bedroom and you will sleep with me for my pleasure. You haven't made a very good job as my mother, so I'm hoping you will be better as my woman."

I saw the look of recollection on her face, she knew that she had heard something like that before.

"Just like today we will be fucking or having sex of some kind, sex that I desire. You've fucked most men in this area and now it's my turn. Tonight when you come home you will pay me my share of the money and wait until I have undressed you before slipping into bed."

"What's got into you, I'm not going to be treated like that; the way you acted I thought you loved me. I won't come home; I'll stay with my friend."

"Suit yourself, in that case I can lock up early."

Monday night about 11.00pm there was a banging on the front door. When I unlocked it mother barged pass me into the sitting room slammed a wad of notes on the table. "There's your fucking pimp money, now what?"

"Go upstairs, do what you need to do then wait for me to come up to undress you?" You could smell mother had been drinking but she was more sober than drunk, which was unusual. She glared at me as she walked out the room.

Caroline was standing in front of the mirror when I walked into the bedroom.

I walked up behind her, lowered the zip of her dress and push it off over her shoulders, then watched it slip down her body to pool at her feet. Unhooking her bra, I slipped the straps over both shoulders, Caroline clamped her bra cups to her breasts with her forearm, to prevent it from falling and baring her breasts. While she was more concerned with preventing her bra from falling, I whipped her panties down. She watched me in the mirror as I stared at the reflection of her pussy. I watched her bra, as she let go, roll down her body as she covered herself up by placing a hand over her pussy.

"With the few times I've seen you naked and the hundreds of men who have seen your pussy why all of a sudden have you become so bashful? Out of anybody, I would have thought you wouldn't have minded your son seeing you naked, rather than a lot of strangers."

Placing my arms around her I began to fondle her tits, giving them little squeezes, bouncing them up and down and tweaking her nipples.

"Well are you satisfied now that you're playing with my tits, is there anything else you would like to do or see?"

"No, I'm not satisfied, although they are beautiful and so are you, but believe me there's plenty more that I want from you." I dropped one hand and tried to finger her pussy, she removed her hand, but her legs were closed, but when she felt my fingers trying to enter her, she tried to cross them. "Spread your legs, I want to put my fingers inside you." Reluctantly she opened her legs sufficiently to allow me to insert my fingers.

As my fingers played with her pussy I could feel her becoming wet. She moved her head backwards until it rested on my shoulder. Her breathing became heavier and she quietly moaned as I continued working several fingers inside her. Although she was a prostitute and must have had many men do this to her, she became aroused knowing it was her son touching her.

"Caroline I want you to undress me."

She unbuttoned and removed my shirt, then unbuckled the belt on my pants and lowered the zip. She knelt before me and pulled my pants and undershorts down to allow me to step out of them. "Suck it."

"If you think you're going to cum in my mouth you have another think coming."

"No, not this time, maybe next time, this time I'm going to cum inside you, now start sucking." She wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly took it in her mouth. She withdrew then inserted it again a little deeper, then backed off and plunged back down again, each time getting a little faster and going a little deeper. I stopped her after a couple of minutes just after she had manage to take all of me in her mouth and suggested she lie on the bed.

I slipped alongside her and as I began to fondle her breasts I leaned across and kissed her. I kissed her several times, each time the kiss lasted longer. Finally our passionate kiss happened. My erection was pressed against her thigh, my fingers deep in her pussy, and as we kissed, her arms wrapped around me, and her lips pressed hard against mine.

"Darling I'm ready, make love to me."

I maneuvered myself over her, ensuring that I never put all of weight on her by supporting myself on my forearms. She guided me inside her.

"You must be aware Alan that incest is breaking the law."

"I don't know why you are so concerned about breaking the law, you do it every day when you go out whoring." Caroline didn't complain about my actions after that. We continued to kiss and fuck until things got over heated and our passions were running wild. Caroline began to convulse beneath me until her orgasm reached its peak, which was about the same time I shot my load into her. I'm not so stupid as to think that I completely satisfied her, she was probably faking it by reading the state of my passion; I didn't mind because she was giving me everything I hoped for. We slipped beneath the covers and lay there quietly kissing or I would be sucking her nipples, occasionally she would massage my cock while I pleasured her with my fingers.

Almost immediately after Caroline accepted that we were a couple, she left the streets. Fortunately her nymphomaniac tendencies remained intact, I'm pleased to say, but it was reserved for me and me only, and I tried my hardest to satisfy her cravings. Reducing her alcohol consumption I'm afraid took a lot longer.

The End