Mom's Secret Account 15: Mommy's Tight and Perfect Little Secret
My mother, still giggling, pours me another glass of sake.
I gulp it down.
Ha... fuck, what the hell am I supposed to say?
I've already handed her the reins.
"You're not gonna drink alone, are you? Pour one for your mom too."
"Uh... yeah..."
"Hehe... A grown man hanging his head over something like that... You think you'll ever find a good woman?"
Her eyes sparkle.
She's staring at my face so intently it's almost suffocating.
I don't know where to put my eyes.
I just keep my head down and shovel in the side dishes.
"It's okay, it's a sign you're healthy..."
"Mom, are you seeing anyone?"
"Huh? A man?"
"Yeah, just asking since it came up... It's been a while since Dad passed."
"Pfft... I have absolutely no intention of that, my son... Do you want me to remarry?"
I slowly lift my head.
She's resting both arms on the table, palms flat, chin propped up.
Why are you looking at me like that, Mom...
My heart's pounding.
I swallow without meaning to.
"No, you're still young... You're always stuck at home..."
"Hehe... Still, I do everything I need to do..."
She sticks out her tongue, then licks her lips.
The atmosphere is getting weird.
The conversation itself isn't anything special, but maybe it's the alcohol — her eyes are half-lidded.
I quietly pour two more glasses.
We clink glasses lightly and down them.
"Haa... This tastes good... Drinking out makes me feel great... What about you?"
"Yeah, me too... It'd be perfect if you hadn't brought up that weird stuff..."
"Hehe... I can only say things like that because I'm your mom... If it were your sisters, how do you think they'd react?"
"I don't know about the eldest, but the second one would've been furious... Saying it's disgusting."
"Right... It's fine when it's just us, but be careful on weekends when the kids come down..."
"I know, Mom... Can we drop it now?"
"Hehe... Fine... The alcohol's hitting me hard tonight... Pour me another."
I fill her glass.
She drinks it down in one go, then tilts her head slightly toward me.
I get it immediately and feed her a piece of dried snack.
Her glossy pink lips instantly make my dick stiffen.
Haah... That dildo Mom uses, going in and out of those lips like crazy...
Would I ever get a chance to stick my actual cock in there?
If I could, I'd do anything.
"You're staring again... Am I that pretty?"
"Huh? I'm just... a son looking at his mom, what's wrong with that... You were the one who brought up all that stuff to me."
"Kik... Seriously... You're the spitting image of your father... my son..."
Yeah, the alcohol's talking.
She never talks about Dad, who's dead.
When she heard the news, she just squeezed out a few chicken-shit tears.
After that, she always showed a smiling face.
Even now, she doesn't look like she's about to cry.
"Well, I am Dad's son... Are you drunk? You keep surprising me."
"No... I just... Do you hate seeing me like this?"
"It's not that I hate it... But if you drink this much, shouldn't we call a designated driver?"
"I'm too tired... You have a license, don't you?"
"I do, but... you don't mean for me to drive, do you?"
"Yeah, you drove here... If we call a driver, it'll be uncomfortable and I can't lie down properly... So do the hard work."
"Ugh... I guess I have no choice... I'll stop drinking then."
"Okay, pour me another glass first."
Well, it's only once in a while, so I guess it's fine.
I humor her nonsense and pour a glass for each empty one.
She gulps it down, her Adam's apple bobbing.
She's starting to look more and more like the Mom in the video.
Back then, with her cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded, she'd suck on the dildo and then shove it into her cunt.
Without thinking, my gaze drops to the cleavage between her breasts.
"Hehe... Mom's tits are still pretty good, aren't they?"
"Huh? Oh... that's... I wasn't looking at your chest."
"Pfft... I know everything... You've been staring since earlier..."
"That's just because we're sitting across from each other... You seem pretty drunk, Mom."
"Uh-huh... Yaaawn... I feel queasy..."
"Come on, Mom... It's almost 10 already... Let's get going."
I slowly stand up.
She wobbles, unable to keep her balance.
I quickly move to her side and grab her shoulder firmly, supporting her.
Then I pay the bill and we crawl out of the restaurant.
"We need to walk to the department store parking lot... You okay?"
"Uh-huh..."
She takes a step, but her condition is precarious.
Fuck, what do I do?
I rack my brain, which isn't cooperating.
There's only one way.
I lean her against the wall.
Then I turn my back to her and kneel down.
I stretch my arms back and wiggle my fingers so she can catch on.
"What...? You want me to get on?"
"Yeah, you can't walk to the parking lot like this... This is easier."
"Hehe... I raised my son well... Carrying his drunk mom on his back..."
"People are staring... Or do you want me to leave you here?"
She climbs onto my back.
The soft, squishy feeling sends a shiver through my body.
It's covered by her bra, but I can feel it clearly.
Her tits press against my back.
Maddening excitement flashes through my head, and I let out an involuntary groan.
I ignore it and slowly stand up.
She's fucking light.
"Is it hard...? Am I heavy..."
"No, you're fucking light."
"Hehe... You've gotten so firm... my son..."
Something is rubbing against my back.
At the same time, I feel a soft sensation on my ass.
Fuck, I can't see it, but her crotch is touching me.
Blood rushes to my dick.
In less than a second, a bulge strains against my pants, twitching, ready to burst through.
I hunch my upper body forward.
It's not awkward at all since I'm carrying her.
Then I slowly start walking toward the department store parking lot.
Fuck, so soft...
Maybe it's the fabric of her clothes, but every step I take, the squishy, soft flesh seeps through.
Every nerve in my body is on edge.
Suddenly, warm breath hits my ear.
"When did you grow up so big... It feels like just yesterday I was breastfeeding you..."
"Haah... Mom, I'm already twenty... How long ago was that?"
"Hehe... Back then, I used to carry you on my back like this to go grocery shopping... Time really flies."
"You're really drunk, huh? No drunken rants in front of your son, remember?"
"So what... You're the child I gave birth to... Do you hate it?"
"No, it's not that..."
She rubs herself against me.
Every time, her perky tits tickle my back.
An urge to just pounce on her surges up.
I force it down with all my might and finally step into the parking lot.
Then I push her into the passenger seat.
I quickly jump into the driver's seat.
"Are you dizzy? Can you drive...?"
"Yeah, I only had a few drinks... I'll go slow... Get some sleep."
As if she was waiting for it, she quietly closes her eyes.
She leans back, tilting her upper body.
For a moment, a scene that makes my nose bleed flashes into my eyes.
Because her dress is short, her black panties are fully exposed.
Her chest, ass, and narrow waist are visible through the sheer fabric.
I swallow hard.
She doesn't move, probably asleep.
If I just nudge it aside a little, I can see her pussy in real life, the one I've only seen in videos.
A bright pink cunt...
My dick bulges against my pants, ready to burst through, but I don't try to calm it down.
Anyway, I'm holding the steering wheel and she has her eyes closed.
With horny eyes, I slowly scan her body.
I've always thought this, but for a forty-two-year-old housewife, she's fucking hot.
Not an ounce of fat.
It was the same when she was completely naked.
When she lined up the dildo with her pussy and slammed down hard, her upper body naturally bent forward, but there wasn't a single fold anywhere.
My trembling hand creeps toward her body.
Her hot body is just within reach.
I want to grope her roughly, lick every single cell of her body with my tongue.
Then crawl between her legs and shove my throbbing dick into the hole I came out of.
I grab my bulging cock through my pants.
I shake it a few times.
I can do this because she's got her eyes closed.
Something wet trickles out, soaking my underwear — probably pre-cum.
I take a deep breath and turn my gaze forward.
I start the car.
We cross into the country backwoods.
My mother, who was sleeping soundly, stretches.
Then she opens the window and lights a cigarette.
She quietly takes a deep drag and blows out the smoke.
Suddenly, she sits cross-legged.
Her black panties are starkly visible.
Her soft-looking crotch and thighs hit my horny eyes straight on.
"Mom, smoking in the car is not allowed."
"It's my car, so what? I opened the window."
"It's dangerous... What if some crazy asshole cuts in?"
"Then you'll protect me, won't you... Hehe..."
She smiles sweetly.
Her eyes were half-lidded just a moment ago.
It's been less than 30 minutes, but she seems to have sobered up already.
Suddenly, she puts her hand on her thigh.
She strokes it gently, slowly pushing up the hem of her already short dress.
Her gaze is out the window.
I focus on driving, but my hawk eyes dart over to her legs every now and then.
"It's a bit chilly out..."
"It's nighttime, and you have the window open, so of course it is... And you're dressed like that."
"Pfft... Nagging... You sound like the mom here."
She stubs out her cigarette and flicks it out the window.
Then, as if aware of the cold draft, she closes the window.
She shifts her body around.
She places both hands on her glossy thighs and starts blatantly fondling them.
As if showing off for her son.
"Mom, I'm driving... Why are you acting like this, distracting me?"
"Hehe... What's the matter... My body... still pretty good, isn't it?"
...
"Not answering again... I know everything... It's not like you've never seen a woman's body... Why do you keep sneaking peeks at mine?"
"Huh? When did I..."
"Haah... How long do you think it'll take to get home?"
She leans back fully.
The hem of her dress rides up even more.
Fuck, her panties are completely exposed.
She's definitely aware of it.
After dropping that loaded comment, she keeps yawning.
I can't read her at all.
"About five more minutes?"
"Okay... I'll close my eyes, so wake me when we get there..."
"Yes, I'll get you home safely, so rest well."
She crosses her arms.
Sitting cross-legged, she fully exposes her crotch and thighs.
I try not to look, but it's instinct.
My breathing gets heavier.
She asked why I was stealing glances, and now she's showing it off blatantly.
To avoid going straight to hell, I focus on driving, but I still sneak a look at the crotch of her panties.
I fucking want to fuck her.
I want to bury my head in her pink pussy, which radiates a damp, humid warmth, and suck on it like a starving man.
I want to drink every drop of her leaking cunt juice with my mouth.