Have a drink...or two...

You know this can't possibly end well, but you are **** to pretend that it might. You aren't much of a drinker, but after finding out your "mom" has a literal hard on for you, a drink or two seems oddly appropriate. "Sure, uhm mom? Let's have a drink and...TALK." You aren't 100% sure what you mean by talk, but it's better than trying not to think about her soapy shiny skin crushed against yours...God, you NEED a drink.

"Mom" is only to happy to oblige. Leading you downstairs to the living room. You try not to stare at her ample ass, lewdly stretching her sweats, but she sways it hypnotically with every step over to the couch, where she already has a sizable glass of whiskey poured for you. "Have a sheat, heh baby bear. An' take a biiiiiiiig sssswig of booze. Yoor gonna need it..."

You hope she just means because of the shocking nature of the news she's about to lay on you, but your throbbing cock seems to hope she means something more sinister. You drown the thoughts with a deep drink. Your throat burns as it goes down and you feel the blood rush to your face as you look down and realize you drank a whole glass. You smile stupidly as the comforting glow begins to caress every inch of your skin. It really takes the edge off, and you think nothing of Mommy sliding in next to you on the couch as she pours you another deep glass.

"You shee..." your "mommy" leans closer so that you can feel her hot breath on your cheek and your breasts crushed against your arm. You feel so horny, it's hard to concentrate on her slurred speech. "Achsually I'm yoor daddy...but yoor other daddy, he fucked me ssssso good i wanned to be hisssh wife..." the images set your mind ablaze, you want to pull your dick out and jerk off all over your faggoty daddy mommy. You vaguely realize with a guilty giggle that it would be a bad idea. Your mommy/daddy helps you lift your glass to your lips, and you try to drown the fire with a deep drink.

Of course, **** only makes a fire burn brighter, and so you don't protest when your Mommy/daddy pulls your head to her bosom and continues her explanation. "Ssssso ima mommy Daddysss a Daddy, an yoor Mommy ran oft shomewhere." It all makes perfect sense, or it might if your head wasn't swimming and your blood boiling in your veins. You feel so hot...so needy...so horny and hungry and suggestible. Mommy tries to fill your glass, but "accidentally" spills it down her shirt. She peels it off, her beautiful breasts bouncing free and dripping with the Devil's drink...and your mouth just a kiss away.

"I can...MOAN clean yoo Mommeys." You don't give it a second's thought before burying your beet red face in her breasts and lapping them clean. Hell, you don't give it a first's thought. You are too drunk, too horny, and too dreamy to care. You suckle on her nipples and drink in her moans like sweet milk. Your hands, unfettered by morality or reason due to your drunken delirium, roam across her body hungrily. You grope her breasts, caress her wide hips, squeeze her ample ass, and stroke her hard cock, never worrying about your preference for one part over the other, or who the supple skin belongs to...

"Oopsh..." Mommy "accidentally" pours another drink on her lap, outlining her thick, throbbing clit through her sopping sweats. You don't hesitate to pull them down, not sure who's giddy giggle you hear, hers or yours, as she lifts her ass and squirms out of them...freeing her mommy cock to flop out and smack you square in the forehead. You really must be drunk, because far from being disgusted, conflicted, or ashamed...you just want another drink...

"Oooooh yessssssssh, my liddel cock sucker." You somehow blush brighter as you realize she means you. Then again, you are cleaning her cock with your tongue right now...and your plump lips...and your tight throat. You can't believe you're sliding slobbering up and down your Mommy's sissy shaft. You can't believe how strangely natural it feels...she's so much bigger and thicker than you, it makes a certain drunk dream logic that she should be serviced by anyone with a smaller clit.

Besides, it tastes too good and burns too sweetly filling your throat to stop now...like a heady shot of booze. The drops of whiskey are long sucked clean off her clit, but the deeper you take her, the drunker you feel and the more you throb in your pants. You need to make her cum in your greedy hole...you know somehow in some foggy, faggy way...that if she fills your mouth, you'll finally fill your pants. You push past any lingering rational part of your brain, past your gag reflex, past your pride and masculinity and sanity...and sink deeper than you ever dreamed possible. You end up with your nose crushed against Mommy's soft stomach and your drool soaked chin resting on her sissy sack.

Mommy looks down at you lovingly and it unleashes the flood gates. You could swear your throat was cumming and sending the sticky shockwave all the way down your body in shuddery spasms until it reaches your cock and explodes out of you in sticky spurts. Your spasms send Mommy over the edge as well. She fills your throat with her thick Mommy milk and you greedily guzzle it down. Gone is the post spurt shame and disgust, you are still horny and hungry for more...and too drink dumb to know better than to say "yesh" to every question Mommy asks you between blissful blankouts...

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"Don't yoo wanna geddout thosh pants an' sssslide down Mommy dick?" You nod, struggling to shimmy your pants off and climb on her lap for your hung horsey ride...

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"Doesh liddel baby like that cock fillin' her cunt?" Your eyes roll back in your head and you drool as your clitty spurts, your body quivers and you sink down her shaft again and again. Mommy takes that as a yes...

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"Now that yoos gots loadsh in boff holesss, you wann Mommeee dressh you up rill pretty an' pounn you all night?" You don't remember what you answer as the rest of the night is a silky, sticky swirl down the sissy spiral and into a warm, welcoming blissful black out...

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