Story. Fantasy-4 (beginning) ⇐ Incest

[Anonymous]

I was in tenth grade then. By that time, my parents had managed to divorce, my father left us for another city, and the three of us lived: mother, sister and me. That was the period of my teenage hypersexuality, and my mother, so to speak, was “in the zone of my sexual interests.” She was 48 then, she was short, plump, but not fat. With a generally good figure for his age, fairly wide but not flabby hips, a round ass, slender legs and slightly saggy breasts of about 3-4 sizes. On occasion, I did not hesitate to spy on her and sometimes even jerked her off, imagining her in different poses. I was even lucky a couple of times to see her completely naked in the reflection of a polished wardrobe while changing clothes. So, it was winter. My sister left to take her exam (she was studying by correspondence in another city), and my mother and I were left alone in the apartment for three weeks. One day she called from work and told me to wait for her, since they had someone’s birthday there. - Have dinner alone, don’t wait for me. I can stay for a long time - she rattled into the phone and hung up. It must have been about 11 pm when I heard scratching on the keyhole of the front door. “Mommy has appeared,” I thought, and I was not mistaken. The door finally swung open and mother burst into the corridor. She could barely stand on her feet. I came up, supported her, helped her undress and take off her shoes. Mom looked up at me and began to sob loudly. “What’s wrong with you,” I got scared, “Did someone offend you?” - No, son... - she barely moved her tongue, - I’m ashamed..... “Okay, calm down,” I shook my head, “It’s okay, let’s go.” “Wait... I need... To go to the toilet,” the mother muttered and, swaying, went into the bathroom. I went to her bedroom and made up her bed. Then he went out into the corridor and listened. There was a sniffling sound outside the bathroom door. I pulled the door towards me - it was unlocked. A rather interesting picture opened up in front of me: my mother was sitting on the toilet with her thighs spread apart, her hem pulled up and her panties pulled down below her knees, and with her head down on her chest, she was sleeping, quietly snoring. A drop of urine hung on the hair in the crotch. For a 16-year-old teenager, the sight was, frankly, quite exciting. With a trembling hand, I tore off a piece of toilet paper, wiped it and wondered what to do next. Finally, he pulled off her panties along with her tights, threw them into the basket with dirty laundry and tried to somehow transport my mother to the bedroom. He grabbed her under the armpits, lifted her, then grabbed her with one hand around the waist, and with the other he took her by the elbow and led her down the corridor. She somehow moved her feet, hung her head and muttered something incoherently under her breath. Finally, we went into the bedroom and I sat her on the bed. Mom immediately fell on her back and started snoring. I looked at her, and my dick went up the hill. I already understood that I wouldn’t miss my chance this evening. He pulled off her skirt and carefully hung it on the chair. Then he unbuttoned his blouse and took it off, after somehow managing to pull his hands out of the sleeves. All that was left was the bra, which I managed without much difficulty. Her juicy breasts with large areolas and large nipples tumbled out. Mom was lying on her back in front of me, snoring, completely passed out - a completely naked 47-year-old woman, with her legs spread and her tits spread out on the sides. My dick was standing so hard that it was aching.