Not Quite

He quickly shoved his stiff cock back into his boxers, hoping that she hadn't noticed.

"I didn't see you tahnight..." She slurred out as she rolled onto her back, barely able to hold her eyes on her son. "Did ya... hic... come say night night to mama...?" She could barely get the words out, but he could see through her sunken face that she was hurting, looking for comfort. She was barely coherent and he wasn't even sure if she would remember he visited her by morning.

"Yes, mom." He said, as he crawled onto the bed and give her a hug, pressing himself into her naked chest. Her tits mashed against him, but he ignored a call from his cock to perk up again. In his post-nut clarity, he was equal parts guilty of how he just treated his mom's body and happy to comfort and be comforted.

"Ooooh, suhweetie." Mom muttered, her eyes rolling backwards, unable to keep her eyelids from closing. She grasped a hand onto his hair, stroking it clumsily. She brought her other hand up to her chest and noticed her nakedness. "Hun, I'm not... hic... decent."

"It's okay mom." Brandon calmly spoke into her collarbone.

She seemed to agree, so she stroked his hair and drifted off again. Brandon teared up as he held her closely, feeling softly for her. "Fuck, mom." He whispered. "You're just as broken as me. Maybe more." She didn't hear him. She might have been touched if she knew the compassion Brandon had for her and she might have grounded him for life if she was aware of his escapades.

When Brandon's sniffles resided, he lifted up on bed and stared again at this beautifully broken woman that had given birth to him. He wanted to help her, but then he remembered his tasks from the app and felt conflicted as he stared at his mom's breasts. Just one suck won't hurt, right? He thought. So, he wrapped his lips around his mom's nipple like the old days and sucked. Her breast was soft and and squishy, perfect for sucking despite the almost 17 years that have elapsed between the last time he did this. Unlike his earlier wank session, there was no desire in this, maybe appreciation and guilt. He had to admit he liked the calming feeling of sinking his lips into his mom's flesh, but he knew he only wanted to do enough to meet the conditions of the task. So, he planned to release her nipple after one suck, his mom none the wiser.

What he didn’t expect was his mom's moans. So he sucked again and squeezed and her body shifted in that uncomfortable need of desire as she bit her lip. Her face pinched together and her hand wrapped around his neck pulling him into her warm and inviting breasts. The other hand snaked around to her rear and pressed against her butt plug. “Oh, hun… that’s it Harry.” She said his name again, but Brandon didn’t stop. He didn’t know whether it was horniness or love that led him on. He felt obliged to help his mom through whatever she was imagining. So, when she gripped his wrist and led his fingers underneath her thong into her sopping pussy, he obliged.

He didn’t really know what he was doing, but she was drunk and didn’t seem much to care that he was bad or good, only that she was being pleasured and that was alright with her. His two fingers pushed in and out of her pussy sloppily as juices sloshed around inside her. Brandon would have done more for her, but almost as soon as it hard started did her moans turn into full throated wails. It seems nipple play really did it for her or she was already primed to explode. It happened so quickly that even Brandon wished it would last longer. He covered her mouth, worried that his sisters might hear and inquire more. Seemed she liked it as she licked his hand in desire. When her hot breaths against his hand slowed she caressed his chin and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Brandon almost didn’t know what to do with his tongue, he was shocked even more so by this gesture of intimacy that it seemed almost to foreign to his senses to be real, but he kissed her back like he might Annabelle. When she released him from the kiss, her neck collapsed backwards into the pillow, the moment of passion fading in the face of the sheer volume of **** her liver needed to process. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, m… Carrie.” She caressed his naked jawline one more time and her arm collapsed into the sheets, just as she collapsed into a deep sleep.

He got up and grabbed a towel from her bathroom, wetting it so he could clean the cum, mostly dried now, off his mom's ass and legs. He had to maneuver her legs around a bit and noticed the butt plug, his view was a little closer this time. He pondered removing it for her comfort, wondering if it was even okay to leave in over night, but thought better of removing it. He didn't want to have that conversation in the morning... So, he covered his mom with the bedding and kissed her on the forehead before departing her room, taking a breath of relief as he shut the door behind him.

"What were you doing in mom's room?" Kelly asked, clutching her phone as she stood in front of the bathroom door.