Why not keep going?

Henry reached down and grabbed the discarded bottle he had drawn for his mother. He took off the cap and took a pull on the vodka. It tasted better out of Penelope's mouth, but he needed the liquid courage to deal with what he had just done...and what he knew he would do again.

"Careful, Henny," slurred Penelope. "You don' wanna en up a lush like yer mumsy."

Then she collapsed in a fit of drunken giggles. Henry watched how it made her tits jiggle and his spent cock felt new hints at vigor.

"Of fuck I'm soooo drunk!" she said at last when her giggles subsided, grabbing the bottle away from him. "But I dunno if I'da be brave enub to ass you-a fuck me if I wassa so drunkin' fuck. I mean fushin' drunt. You know whaz I mean, don' you Henny? Sush a good boy. Fucks his mommy so good. Soooo good!"

So saying, she took a long, long pull on the vodka bottle and Henry counted 5 swallows.
Putting the bottle down, she stared blearily at him.

"Do you sink I'm a shlut Henry?" she asked. "Am I a drunsen shlut for fucksing my own shon?"

Henry bit his lip, a twinge of guilt at what he had done. But he tried to justify it.

"It made you happy, didn't it?" he asked.

"Oh fuck yesh!" she declared, throwing her arms wide, arching her back and shaking her tits. "SOOOOooo Fushinnng HAAPPEEEEEEY!"

"Well then who the fuck cares, right?" Henry said.

"Thas my boy!" she declared, scrambling over to him and giving him another vodka-soaked kiss, her tongue uncoordinated but adventurous. Henry's cock let him know that another round was definitely in the cards. His mother noticed as he swelled up against her bare thigh. She broke off the kiss and looked at him with hungry eyes. "Thas my big, manly boy!"

"We should....we should go to the bedroom," Henry said.

Penelope giggled and nodded her approval. She tried to get up but fell over on her side instead, her dark hair blinding her, leaving her confused as to which way was up. Henry got up, his dick at half staff, and helped his drunken mother to her knees there in the laundry. She cleared the hair out of her face and found herself staring at Henry's pecker.

"Ooooooh!" she declared, and gave him a slobbery lick from balls to tip. Henry shuddered, but focused and insisted she get up. Leaning heavily against him, licking and fondling him all the way, Penelope happily let herself be led to the bedroom that hadn't known the sound of love making since Henry's father had died. That long silence would soon be broken.