Son force fucks drunk mother to unconsciousness on New Year's Eve

Sam spiked his mother's drinks so he could fuck her senseless while his father and grandparents celebrated New Year's Eve in the same house.

The champagne flute trembled slightly in Jeanie's hand as she laughed, the sound bright and a little too loud for the quiet living room. Her cheeks were already flushed, though she'd only had two glasses.

The tight denim of Jeanie's black jeans pulled tighter across her thighs, the fabric straining against the generous curve of her hips. An dark blue blouse clung to her torso, each of the small plastic buttons stretching slightly. The satin material glimmered under the light of the overhead lamp.

She wasn't alone. A family couch dipped under the weight of four generations. Jeanie was perched between her husband Ronald and son Sam, her parents Edith and James occupying the stiff-backed armchairs.

They gathered every New Year's Eve without fail. This year felt different. Edith's knitting needles clacked with disapproval, her conservative Catholic gaze sharp enough to slice through Jeanie's giggles.

"You'd think," James muttered into his whiskey, "at her age she'd know better than to act like a grown up wife and mother." His wife nodded, their matching frowns deepening as Jeanie playfully elbowed Ronald, who stiffened.

Ronald's hand clamped down on her wrist. "Christ, Jeanie," he hissed under his breath, "it's barely ten and you're slurring. How many have you had?" His nostrils flared at the sweet sting of alcohol on her breath.

"I—" Jeanie blinked, her lovely brown eyes struggling to focus as she held up two wobbling fingers. "Two... just two..." But her tongue felt thick. She frowned down at her empty champagne flute. Without looking at Ronald, she turned toward Sam. "Sweetie," she whispered conspiratorially, breath sweet with alcohol, "fetch Mama another glass? Just a little one?" Her fingers brushed his knee—lingering just a second too long.

Sam smirked, slow and predatory. "Sure, Mom," he murmured.

Ronald's patience snapped. "That's enough!" His shout sliced through the room, making Edith gasp. James set his whiskey down with a sharp clink.

"Sam," Ronald commanded, jaw clenched, "take your mother upstairs. Put her to bed. She's done for the night." His eyes flicked to Jeanie, her blouse gaping slightly where the top buttons strained. Disgust twisted his mouth. "Christ. Look at the state of you."

Sam rose fluidly—tall and lean. His fingers closed around Jeanie's wrist, his grip deceptively gentle as he pulled her up. She swayed, her curves leaning against his lanky body, the heat of her flushed skin seeping through his thin black t-shirt. "Nooo," she whined, pouting up at him with glossy, unfocused eyes. "M'not drunk, baby. Just happy."

Behind them, Edith made a sharp, disgusted noise, her knitting needles stabbing the air. "Disgraceful," she spat, her wrinkled lips puckered like she'd bitten into something sour. James merely shook his head, his knobby fingers tightening around his whiskey glass.

Sam's bony fingers dug into the plush give of his mother's waist as he guided her toward the stairs, her hips swaying with each unsteady step. Where his own body was all sharp angles and hungry hollows, hers was softness—generous curves that pressed against him with every stumble. Her breasts, heavy and warm, brushed against his chest as she giggled and nearly tripped on the first step.

"Careful, Mom," he murmured His thumbs traced a idle circle against the satin of her blouse where it strained over her belly. His pulse hammered.

Jeanie leaned into him with a tipsy sigh. Where she was ripe and womanly, he was all sharp ribs and jutting hipbones. "Mama's..." A hiccup. "Mama's not drunk. Only two glasses..."

Sam chuckled, dark and slow. His fingers crept higher, grazing the underside of her breast through thin fabric as he helped her up another step. "I know, Mom," he breathed against her ear. "You're just happy. That's all." His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Dad is just boring."

Jeanie giggled, louder this time, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "You're a gooood boy," she slurred, patting his cheek with clumsy affection. Sam inhaled deeply and felt his cock twitch. Behind them, the click of Sam locking the door was swallowed by the continuous giggling of Jeanie.

His hands slid down her arms and turned her in his arms so that her back pressed against his chest. Jeanie wobbled, unsteady on her feet, and Sam tightened his grip around her waist, fingers spreading possessively over her belly as he pulled her flush against him.

"You're so beautiful, Mom," Sam murmured, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. His thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles over the soft swell of her stomach, fingers slowly pulling the fabric of the blouse out of her tight jeans. "Dad doesn't appreciate you. He just wants you quiet."

Jeanie let out a giggly sigh, her head tilting back against his shoulder as his hands crept beneath the hem of her buttoned blouse. His fingertips pressing lightly against the softness of her belly. "Sammy," she murmured, but didn't pull away.

Sam nuzzled into the warm curve of her neck, breathing in the mingled scent of her skin. "Dad never tells you that, does he?" He let his fingers drift higher, gently groping her belly.

She giggled, swaying in his grasp, her soft thighs pressing back against her 18-year-old son's bony hips. "Sammy... you shouldn't touch me like this..."

Sam pressed his cheek against hers, his dark, unkempt, medium-length hair brushing her flushed skin as his fingers crept higher beneath her blouse. "But it's true," he murmured, fingers skimming the underside of her saggy breasts. "Dad just wants you to sit stiffly and knit like Grandma."

Jeanie gasped softly as his fingertips grazed her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. A shudder ran through her motherly body. The heat pooling low in her belly had not only to do with champagne now.

"Mmm... Sammy," she breathed, her head rolling back against him with drunken surrender.

Sam's fingers slid smoothly beneath her bra, calloused fingertips teasing her already stiff nipple. "You like that, Mom?" he whispered against her neck, his voice thick with arousal.

The champagne had loosened her inhibitions, but it was the forbidden thrill of his hands on her body that made her pulse race. "Touch me... tenderly..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam's grip tightened abruptly. Sam raises darkly the corners of his mouth and spun her around with a rough jerk. Jeanie gasped, her drunken limbs flailing as she lost her balance. With a strong push she flew onto the bed. The mattress bouncing as she landed hard on her back. Her sagging breasts burst free from their bra, the soft flesh flopping under her blouse and clapping her just in her face before settling on her upper body.

Still dizzy from the champagne, Jeanie blinked up through a haze of alcohol and arousal. Sam stood over her. His dark eyes burned down her. "You don't need tender caresses," he sneered, voice dripping with contempt. "You're a slut, Mom. You've always been one." His bony fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Tell the truth."

Jeanie's bottom lip trembled, her drunken mind struggling against the accusation. "N-no, Sammy," she slurred. "Mama's not—" A hiccup interrupted her. "Not a slut." Her giggle was thin, uncertain.

Sam sneered. His fingers dug into the meat of her inner thigh, creeping higher until his hand pressed flat against her pussy through the tight jeans. The heat of her was immediate and unmistakable even through the stiff fabric. "Liar," he hissed. His nostrils flared. "You look like the horniest slut alive."

Jeanie whimpered, her hips squirming under his touch—not away, but closer, her body betraying her in tiny, pathetic jerks. "Pathetic," he murmured. "What would Grandma say?" His thumb ground hard against her clit through the seam of her jeans. She gasped, her thighs falling open wider.

"Maybe..." she slurred, eyes half-lidded, her voice thick with liquor and something darker. "Maybe I am... a little slut." The admission sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, her breath hitching.

Sam's hands worked the button of her jeans. The metal popped free with a quiet snick, than the zipper parting beneath his touch. Jeanie arched instinctively, her lush hips lifting off the mattress, offering herself. "Say it. Say you're a needy little slut who wants her son's cock.," he growled.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, the alcohol making her head spin with arousal and guilt. "I... I'm a slut," Jeanie whimpered, her fingers twisting in the bedsheets. "I need... I need you!"

Sam's fingers trembled with barely contained want, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Gonna rip these off, Mom. Gonna see that big bushed, hairy cunt of yours," he snarled, yanking at the waistband of her jeans. Denim strained against her motherly hips, refusing to budge past the plush swell of her thighs. His bony wrists shook with the effort and his skinny arms jerking uselessly, tendons standing out like wires.

Jeanie moaned drunkenly, her hips lifting instinctively to help. The motion made her buttoned blouse ride up, revealing the pale stretch marks along her soft belly. "Ohh... Sammy, i help you!" she giggled. She didn't register the way his words betrayed intimate knowledge of her body. Jeanie didn't question how he knew the thicket between her legs hadn't seen a razor in months.

Her jeans peeled slowly down, revealing milky thighs and the dark thicket of curls. Sam's jaw slackened, licking hungrily over his lips. His mother's bush was a wild, unruly thing—dense brown curls matted slightly with sweat, the wiry strands form a dense carpet.

He buried his nose deep into her bush, inhaling deeply. The musky scent of her arousal flooded his senses, thick and heady. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, his voice muffled against her mound. Sam lifted his head, his pupils blown wide with lust as he took in the sight of his mother sprawled beneath him. "You were made for me."

Jeanie dissolved into tipsy laughter, her fingers tangling in his greasy hair. "Ohhhh, Sammy," she slurred. "You're so funny... such a silly boy!" Her laughter hitched when his tongue swiped roughly through her folds. Her thighs clamped instinctively around his head, trapping him closer. "O-oh god, baby... that's not... mmph... not just funny anymore!"

Sam groaned, his tongue plunged recklessly into her cunt, stabbing in shallow, uncoordinated thrusts. He had no technique—just hunger, sloppy and desperate. He sucked at her labia, gnawing clumsily at her clit. The wiry curls of her bush scraped his cheeks, tangling wetly around his nose. His bony fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her wider.

"Ohhh! Sammy, careful, baby, careful..." she slurred, her hips jerking erratically. Her fingers clutching fistfuls of his greasy hair. His tongue swiped roughly from her clenching hole to her swollen clit, over and over, spit soaking her thick curls.

Sam growled against her hairy cunt. If he could, he would bury his whole face inside her pussy, drown in the taste of her. For now, he settled for slurping her juices like a starved animal, his tongue plunging as deep as it could go into her hole.

Jeanie gasped, her back arching off the bed. Her thighs trembled around Sam's head. "Ohhh fuck!" she moaned. Never in her life had she been eaten out with such desperation, such raw hunger. The sensation was overwhelming, her body buzzing with pleasure as Sam devoured her, his own mother, like she was the last meal on earth.

Sam grabbed Jeanie's thighs, lifting her legs laboriously. His skinny arms shook slightly with effort as he hoisted her plump ass off the mattress. Than her little hairy asshole, puckered and twitching, right in front of his nose. His breath came in ragged pants as he stared at it, transfixed. Without further hesitation, he dove in, his tongue pressing flat against the wrinkled star of her asshole before swirling wildly around the tight rim.

Jeanie squealed drunkenly, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Sam's tongue stabbed against her most forbidden entrance. The vibrations made her neglected pussy clench violently around nothing, the sudden suction causing a loud, wet queef to erupt from her dripping cunt. The air Sam had pumped into her earlier with his reckless tongue-work now escaped in an embarrassing burst, the sound echoing through the bedroom. Jeanie whimpered, her thighs trembling against her son's shoulders.

Her voice cracked as his tongue pressed deeper, forcing her asshole to yield to its relentless probing. "That's dirtyyy," she slurred, her words drunk and breathless. "Ohhh god, when did my baby boy learn... ahhh! Learn to lick ass like such a filthy little pig?" Her hips jerked wildly, offering herself shamelessly. "Did... did you practice on all the sluts at school?" she giggled, the drunkness making her bold. "Tell Mama the truth. Did you eat all their asses too?"

Sam pulled back just enough to growl against her twitching hole, his breath hot and damp. "Never," he panted. "Nobody else's asshole deserves my tongue. Only yours, Mom." His tongue lapped possessively at her rim, slurping up the musky taste of her.

Jeanie gasped, her body tightening like a coiled spring as pleasure ricocheted through her. The blue satin of her blouse strained against her trembling breasts with each ragged breath, the small plastic buttons threatening to pop. "Ohhh, Sammy!" she keened, her thighs quivering violently. "You're... you're gonna make Mama..." Her words dissolved into a high-pitched whine.

Sam sucked harder, his lips sealing around her asshole with obscene suction. His tongue working her rim with filthy desperation. Jeanie's toes curled, her thighs clamping around his head as she came with a strangled shriek. Her pussy fluttered wildly, gaping open around nothing. Every pulse squeezing out another wet, involuntary queef right in her sons face. The air rushed from her cunt in short, rhythmic bursts, each one punctuated by her breathless moans.

Sam groaned against her twitching hole, his nose buried deep in her sweaty curls. "Fuck Mom," he panted, his voice thick with lust. "Those noises... they're so fucking delicious." He inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the tang of her ass. Jeanie whimpered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as Sam pulled away, his lips glistening with her juices.

With a sudden jerk, Sam climbed onto the bed, his bony knees digging into the mattress as he grabbed Jeanie's plush thighs. He dragged her limp, twitching body toward the center of the bed, her head lolling drunkenly against the pillows. "Gonna fuck you now, Mom," Sam growled, his cock straining painfully against his trousers. "Gonna ruin you."

His fingers trembled as he tore at his belt buckle, the metal clinking in the quiet bedroom. The zipper gave way with a rough tug, his trousers pooling around his skinny ankles. Sam's cock sprang free. It was thin but painfully hard and long. The tip was glistening with pre-cum. He grabbed himself roughly, squeezing him whilst looking down on his mother. "You always wear your prettiest blouse for New Year's Eve," he panted, his thumb smearing wetness over his flushed head.

Sam grabbed Jeanie's wrist and pressed her hands down way over her head. Her fingers curled between his. The fabric of her blouse stuck damply to her armpits, with big, dark sweat stains spreading from the heat of her orgasm. He grinned down at her. "All those years you spent buttoning yourself up so primly for Dad. Tonight, Mom," he lays his lengthy penis inside her bush, "your blouse choice is finally getting rewarded."

Jeanie giggled, her body twitching with aftershocks. Her breasts spread under the strained fabric, her nipples hard enough to tent the satin. "Mmm... yeah," she slurred, licking her lips. "Mama's... your buttoned slutty Mommy." Her thighs spread wider, her bush glistening with spit and arousal. "Need my little motherfucker's cock."

Sam positioned his length and dragging the tip through her soaked curls. The first press of his cockhead against her slit wrenched a gasp from them both. Jeanie's pussy wasn't tight—not after decades of use—but the slick heat of her engulfed him effortlessly. His hips jerked forward, burying himself to the hilt in one big and slow thrust.

Sam froze, panting, his bony frame trembling violently. The sensation of his own mother's wetness clinging to his cock was too much. He whimpered pitifully, clutching Jeanie's soft hands hard. "Fuck. fuck, Mom, it's too good," he stammered, his hips twitching involuntarily. His cock pulsed inside her, already dangerously close to spilling.

Jeanie giggled drunkenly beneath him, her thighs flexing around his skinny waist. "Aw, poor Sammy, can't handle Mommy's pussy?" She rocked her hips experimentally—just a tiny movement—and watched his face contort in agonized pleasure.

Sam gasped like he'd been punched. His balls tightened violently and suddenly he was scrambling backward, his dick slipping free with a wet pop. The eighteen-year-old's cock jerking wildly in the air before painting three thick, pearly stripes across his mothers satin blouse. The first splattered across her motherly belly like spilled milk, the second hit her left tit and upper arm with a wet slap, and the third landed right between her heaving breasts, dripping slowly down the button placket.

Jeanie blinked drunkenly at the mess, her lips parting in a tipsy "Oh!". Her fingers twitched where they were still pinned above her head. "Ohhh Sammy," she slurred, her hips lazily rolling where they lay spread wide. "Did my baby boy just cum on Mommy's pretty blouse?" She wriggled beneath him. "Couldn't my little boy hold it?"

Sam whimpered, his cock still twitching. "No!" he gasped, his voice cracking high in a girlish moan. His fingers than frantically worked his softening length, jerking with desperate urgency. "No, no, no!" His hips bucking forward against empty air. "I'm not done, Mom! I'm not—!"

"Poor Sammy," Jeanie slurred, her breasts shifting beneath the ruined satin. "First time inside Mommy and you..." She hiccuped. "...you popped like a cherry boy."

Sam's face twisted. His limp cock twitched pathetically in his hand, sticky with his own shame. "Shut up," he snarled. His bony knee dug into the mattress as he scrambled over her, his thighs bracketing her face. Before she could protest, he shoved his softening length against her lipsl. "Make it hard again," he demanded, grinding his flaccid flesh against her teeth.

Jeanie giggled drunkenly. Her tongue lolled out instinctively, lapping at the remnants of his spend as Sam groaned above her. "Suck it, Mom," he panted, his fingers knotting in her hair. "Make your boy hard again or I'll—" His threat dissolved into a whimper when her lips pursed around him, warm and wet.

Sam watched through hooded eyes as his own mother's cheeks hollowed around his softening length. He forced her head forward, shoving deeper until her nose pressed into his wiry pubes. Jeanie gagged, but Sam held her there. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" he hissed. "Your own son's cum."

Her fingers twitched weakly against his hips, but she didn't push him away, just sucked with clumsy, drunken obedience. The slurping noises filled the room as Sam thrust shallowly between her lips, the warmth of her mouth slowly coaxing his cock back to life. "I know you love it," he gasped, watching her unfocused eyes roll back. "You're a fucking cocksucker, Mom."

He pulled nearly all the way out—just the tip resting on her swollen lower lip—before slamming back in. "God, look at you," he panted, his hips stuttering. "Choking on your son's dick like a fucking whore."

Jeanie's eyes watered as her throat convulsed around him, her lips stretched obscenely wide. Drool mixed with cum spilled down her chin in one thick rope. Her gag reflex kicked in violently, her whole body jerking beneath him as she struggled for air.

Sam snarled, pinching her nostrils shut. "Breathe through your cunt, Mom," he growled, his bony hips pistoning brutally.

Jeanie's eyes bulged, her chest heaving uselessly as her throat spasmed around his cock. Tears blurred her vision while spit bubbled past her stretched lips in thick frothy strings. The edges of her consciousness started fraying.

Sam giggled darkly as he watched her struggle. "Still think I'm your little boy, Mommy?" He twisted his fingers tighter in her hair, yanking her head back and forth like a fleshlight. "Your precious Sammy?" His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the root once more.

Jeanie's mouth overflowed. Saliva and pre-cum spilled down her chin, soaking the collar of her cum soaked blouse. Her throat convulsed with wet, choking sounds, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. The stink of bile joined the musk of sex as her stomach rebelled, her whole body spasming beneath him.

Sam finally yanked his cock free with a wet pop just as her gagging turned to retching. Jeanie gasped, coughing violently,spit swinging from her lips like strings. Her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets as she fought to keep her liquor-soaked stomach from emptying itself across the bed.

Sam didn’t give her a second longer to recover. He grabbed her limp body by the hips, roughly flipping her onto all fours. Jeanie swayed dangerously, her vision swimming.

The semen clinging to her blouse dribbled onto the sheets in thick, pearly drops. More of it, mixed with her own spit, dripped from her slack lips. Sam's breath hitched at the sight, spreading her plump cheeks with both hands. "Your little hairy asshole is so fucking hot." His thumbs spread the soft buttocks, exposing her puckered hole completely.

Jeanie whimpered drunkenly, her arms shaking as she tried to hold herself up. His fingers circled her asshole teasingly before pushing inside. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first before yielding to the slippery intrusion. "Ohhhh..." she moaned, her body jerking weakly.

Sam grinned, pressing his cock against her twitching hole. The tip pushed inside, stretching her wide. Jeanie gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets. "Ohhh Sammy!" she slurred, her voice cracking. "S-so... so dirty..."

He pushed in further, inch by agonizing inch. Her asshole clenched around him painfully. Jeanie whined, her thighs shaking as she tried to pull away, but Sam grabbed her hips and held her tight. "No, Mom," he breathed, his voice strained. "Take it all, my slutty Mommy gets the whole load"

Finally, his hips met her plump rear. Jeanie groaned, her breasts swinging beneath her ruined blouse. The buttoned satin fabric clung damply to her sweat-slicked skin. Sam pulled out halfway and thrust back in hard, his bony knees digging into the mattress as he set a hard rhythm.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets while her inner thighs trembled with every punishing thrust. Her asshole burned, stretched wide around her own son’s cock. “C-can’t... can’t take it baby... hurts...”

Sam didn’t slow. His hips snapped forward again, punching a wet gasp from her lips. Jeanie's pain melted into something hotter. Her body betraying her with pulses of reluctant pleasure. Every inward stroke dragged against her swollen prostate, sending sparks up her spine. Her nipples scraped against the ruined satin of her blouse with each jolt forward.

"Too... too much," she slurred, drooling onto the sheets. Her thighs quivered as her rim stretched obscenely around his thrusts. Her asshole fluttered around him in involuntary spasms.

Sam panted raggedly, gripping her hips tighter. "You're mine," he growled, slamming into her ass. "All mine." His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks. "My perfect wife."

Jeanie couldn't form words anymore. Her body shook violently, her thighs slick with sweat. Her asshole clenched around Sam's cock in involuntary contractions, her muscles spasming from overstimulation.

Sam's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. His bony fingers clawed at the blue satin blouse she still wore, making the buttons strain dangerously on the front. "Buttoned-up Mommy, teasing me all night."

Jeanie convulsed beneath him, her eyes almost pop out of her head as another orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clenching around nothing while her asshole milked his cock in wet pulses. The sheer overload of sensations proved too much. With a weak whimper, her body went limp, collapsing face-first onto the mattress.

Sam gasped, dragging her limp body back onto his cock by the hips. "Your hole's sucking me so good." His fingers dug into her soft flesh, as he chased his own release. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her motionless back, soaking through the ruined satin blouse still clinging to her unconscious form.

With a wet pop, Sam finally pulled out and immediately his cock jerked, spraying thick ropes of cum across her slumped spine. "Fuck! Fuck!" he squealed, his voice cracking high as his hips stuttered violently.

Jeanie woken up beneath him with a drunken groan. She lifted her heavy feeling head just in time to feel another hot spurt land between her shoulder blades, dripping slowly down her spine.

Sam gasped, his bony chest heaving as he admired the mess he'd made of his own mother. Cum splattered across her back, soaking through the satin in sticky patches. Jeanie lay limp beneath him, her cheek mashed against the mattress. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came, just weak puffs of air against the sheets. Her eyelashes fluttered drunkenly, blinking and staring into nothingness.

Downstairs, three champagne glasses clinked together sharply. "To another year!" Ronald boomed, his voice carrying through the thin floorboards. Edith's laughter followed. "May the Lord grant us health," James added solemnly.