Novel Update
Mom Does Anything:>Ep88
"Uh," Mom groaned, biting her right hand and adding a pout when I pulled my fingers from her twat.
I headed to the kitchen, breathing hard and pulling my shorts up with my right hand as I sucked Mom's pussy juices from my left fingers. I grabbed two bottles of water and a can of ice-cold Coke and headed upstairs, walking fast and not looking at Mom. I couldn't look at her, not if I wanted to get back to Jenna with some cum still swimming in my balls.
Upstairs and safely back in my room, Jenna had taken off her stocking and reset the cameras around the bed. She also had a pint of unopened Jack Daniels in her hand.
"What's this?" I asked, smiling.
"Well, all my friends say that sex is better when they're drunk," Jenna said as she sat cross-legged in the middle of my bed with the bottle of whiskey between her legs. "But I wanted to be sober for my first time, but...." "Not for the second," I said as her voice trailed off.
She smiled and nodded her head.
"Do you want to get drunk?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "Let's get wild."
*****
Jenna passed out around one in the morning. From midnight until one, I kept her tight body full of cock, her moans getting louder with each orgasm that rippled through her core. We may have gotten a bit carried away with how hard we went at it, and I was sure that my baby would be sore in the morning. I was a little sore myself, but I had been fucking a lot lately, and it appeared that my cock wasn't as superhuman as I had thought. I could still get it up, and I could still deliver a cum-shot, but I was feeling the ache of overuse. (Still, that's pretty fucking superhuman, I'm proud to say.) Yet, I had made a promise to Mom, and I planned to keep that promise.
"Jenna," I whispered, shaking her by the shoulder while she slept. The pitch-black darkness in my room kept me from seeing her face, and she didn't snore, but I had no doubt that she had passed out for the rest of the night. My head swam with a buzz that made my eyes shake--half a bottle of Jack Daniels was no fucking joke--and since I had seen Jenna drunk before, I knew she wasn't waking up.
She drunk-slept nearly as soundly as my father on his pills.
"Jenna?" I asked one more time.
She either mumbled something or growled; I couldn't be sure. I cupped her pussy from behind, giving her tender meat a gentle rubbing. Though her legs spread open and her breathing deepened, she didn't wake.
"I'll be right back, baby," I whispered in her ear as I pulled my hand away from her twat and stroked my cock with her juices. "I drank too much. I'll be right back." Jenna said nothing.
Naked, I slid out of bed, not bothering to find my clothes. Walking across my room to my door turned out to be harder than it should have been. I reached for the wall before realizing that the doorknob was two feet to my left. I found it, turned it, stepped into the hallway, and swayed toward the stairway. I didn't turn on the hallway lights, but thankfully, a soft glow from downstairs allowed me to see.
Fuck, I thought, I should have brought my phone.
I wobbled downstairs, keeping both of my hands on the rail. Mom had left the end table lamp on as well as the TV. She hadn't bothered to turn off the hardcore porn. I stopped behind the couch to admire a lean black girl with midnight skin and wavy hair, taking a thick white cock into her pale, pink pussy. I'd have to change the channel before I went back to bed.
I looked down at Mom. She had put her boyshorts back on, but only one pearl button held her pajama shirt together--the one even with her nipples. I smiled down at her, wondering if I should disturb her. My eyes searched for her wine bottle and glass, and I saw that she had emptied both of them. Fuck, this could be fun. Making my way around the couch almost cost me my footing, but I managed to kneel next to Mom's waist without waking her. I slid my hands over her stomach and sides, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, its warmth, and its slender-softness.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
"Mom," I whispered. "Wake up."
My mother didn't stir.
I slid my hands upward, beneath her top and over her smallish breasts. Her semi-hard nipples grew against my palms as their rubbery skin constricted into two tight nubs of puckered flesh. I squeezed them. Mom stirred then, her head rolling from right to left and her left leg, near the back of the couch, pulling back as she raised her knee.
My head swam as I leaned down to kiss Mom's stomach. I squeezed her tits again, a bit hard, and Mom uttered a sleepy whimper before I pulled my fingers down her body and hooked them into the waistline of her shorts. I slid my fingertips beneath the fabric, touching and playing, then pulling downward with my nose near her twat. The thick scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, sobering me for a second as her floral musk sent a fiery hunger into my heart.
I kissed a trail down Mom's mound as I pulled her shorts off her ass and down her legs. I licked my mother's pubic hairs and inner thighs, her legs fighting to open as I pulled her shorts past her knees and ankles, then off her feet. Mom spread herself for me, uttering soft noises. I slid onto the couch, between her legs, catching her right leg before it could fall off the cushions. I lifted Mom's left leg and hooked it over the backrest. Then I eased her right leg open until I had my mother's pussy lewdly displayed before my eyes and open for my mouth.
Drunk, buzzing, and with my head swimming, I slobbered my way down my mother's inner thighs, each lick making my mother squirm. She didn't wake. Even when I turned my head and took her swollen pussy lips into my mouth at a vertical angle and slipped my tongue into her slit. I found Mom's pink pussyhole on the first try, tasting the sweet cream that had pooled within her opening. I lapped her honey up, not stopping even when Mom fanned her hands through my hair and curled her fingers into fists.
"Mmm, baby," Mom hummed in a languid, drunken tenor as I parted her folds up to her clit.