"Hey, mom, how was your night out with dad?" I asked as she was slowly coming back down the stairs, still wearing her black dress.
"Oh, it was fun," she responded in a quiet, bit sad voice, "It’s just that your father went to bed already and we haven’t been doing so well in the bedroom lately."
"I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this," she said after a short pause.
- “Don’t worry, mom, you know you can talk to me.”
She joined me in the living room and I could smell the wine, she had been drinking, on her breath as she passed by me. When she laid down on the couch, I thought she just wanted to rest a bit. I was quite shocked when she bent up her knees and spread her legs, pulling up her dress to reveal her glistening pussy. I could see she was getting wet. I was frozen in time which felt like a month had passed.
"Please, baby, take me," she said in a begging manner, "Your mother needs you to be a man right now."