A lap dance from mom turned into a handjob

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Four days ago my family had a party, not really a family reunion, just a little get together, well that night i was sitting down watching my mom, my aunt, and one of their friends just dancing to music, obviously very drunk, my mom came over and slurred the question “why are you only watching? Come on and have some fun” while sitting on my lap, I asked what she was doing and her response was “I’m just having a good time, you’re just my son it’s fine” and started rubbing against me for a few quick minutes, I didn’t try to go further out of respect because I knew she was drunk but sooner or later I was definitely going to cum so I politely told her to keep having fun with my aunt, she walked away and at that time that was it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it, my mom is definitely a “milf”, she is VERY hot for her age but I never really found her “hot” till now, though she has always been a bit touchy and flirty from the start, her ass is insanely big and her tits look perfect to hold.

This morning I woke up earlier than usual and decided to confront my mom about it, I walked into the kitchen and asked “hey mom, by any chance do you remember the night of the party? What you did? ” she said “yes I do, I’m just surprised you didn’t do anything about it, not even if you were angry” I told her that I didn’t do anything just in case she got weirded out or something blah blah blah, she told me “well maybe we can do something about it now? Come on let’s sit on the couch you deserve it” we sat down and she didn’t hesitate to reach down my pants, she started to jerk me off still in my pants but kept talking calmly like she wasn’t just giving her son a hand job.

She made a promise that if I didn’t tell anyone about what she did especially not my dad, she’d treat me “better” more “often” I promised I wouldn’t tell so she started going faster, still, like nothing was going on, she was talking normally about our plans, talking about the news, all while I’m next to her trying so hard to stay quiet.

I eventually came in my pants, and she kissed me on the cheek and told me to change, it’s only been a few hours and now my mom and I can’t look at each other the same anymore, but not in a bad way, it’s kinda like a reminiscent and flirty type of look.

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George B. J. Martin

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