It was well past midnight on Friday when the front door finally opened with a clumsy rattle.
Leo had been waiting in the living room, half-watching a movie, when he heard the noise.
He stood up just as his mother stumbled inside.
Anna was completely drunk.
Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed deep red, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.
She wore the black blouse and pencil skirt she’d gone to work in, but the blouse was now half-untucked and several buttons had come undone, revealing the edge of her white lace bra.
She swayed dangerously on her heels, trying to close the door and failing.
“Fuck… why won’t this stupid door…” she muttered, her words heavily slurred.
“Mom?” Leo stepped forward.
Anna turned toward his voice and broke into a sloppy, drunken smile.
“Leo, baby… you’re still awake? I told you not to wait up…”
She took one step and nearly collapsed.
Leo caught her around the waist.
Her body was hot, and she smelled strongly of wine, sweet cocktails, and the faint trace of her perfume.
The scent of her mixed with alcohol did something dangerous to him.
“You’re really drunk,” he said quietly, holding her up.
His heart was already beating faster.
“Am I?” She laughed softly, leaning all her weight against his chest.
“The girls from the clinic… they kept buying rounds. I said ‘just one drink’ but… it became many drinks.” She giggled again, a sound Leo rarely heard from her.
“Everything is spinning, sweetheart.”
Leo helped her to the sofa.
She dropped onto it heavily, her skirt riding high up her smooth thighs.
She kicked off her heels with clumsy movements, sighing in relief.
“I feel so warm,” she mumbled, tugging at her blouse.
Two more buttons popped open.
“And lonely. God, I’m so lonely, Leo…”
Leo stood over her, staring.
His mother — always so proper, so tired, so controlled — was now loose and vulnerable in front of him.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath.
Her legs were slightly parted.
The hunger he had tried to suppress all week came roaring back, stronger than ever.
He sat down beside her.
Anna reached out and touched his face with unsteady fingers.
“You’re such a good boy… growing up so handsome. Sometimes I look at you and… I don’t know what I feel anymore.”
That was all it took.
Leo leaned in and kissed her hard.
Anna made a surprised noise, but her drunken body responded before her mind could catch up.
For several long seconds her lips moved against his, sloppy and tasting of wine.
Then she pulled back slightly, blinking in confusion.
“Leo… no… we can’t… you’re my son…”
But her protest was weak.
Her voice was thick with alcohol and something else.
Leo didn’t stop.
He pushed her back onto the sofa, climbing on top of her.
His hands moved greedily — opening her blouse fully, pulling her bra down so her full breasts spilled out.
He sucked hard on one nipple while his hand pushed under her skirt, yanking her panties to the side.
Anna gasped sharply as his fingers found her already wet.
“Leo… stop… this is wrong…” she moaned, but her hips twitched against his hand.
Her resistance was fading fast in her drunken haze.
He freed his hard cock from his pants and pushed into her in one deep thrust.
Anna cried out, her head falling back against the cushions.
“Oh god… too deep…”
Leo began fucking her with long, heavy strokes.
The sofa creaked beneath them.
Anna’s moans grew louder, broken and slurred.
Sometimes she weakly pushed at his shoulders.
Sometimes her nails dug into his back, pulling him closer.
Her eyes kept fluttering, losing focus.
“You feel so good, Mom,” Leo groaned, pounding into her harder.
“So fucking tight… even when you’re drunk.”
Anna’s head lolled to the side.
“This… feels like a dream…” she whispered.
A moment later, her body went completely limp.
She had blacked out.
But Leo didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting into his unconscious mother, using her relaxed, drunken body exactly how he wanted.
He fucked her hard on the sofa, then carried her to her bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
He stripped her completely naked and spent the next hour taking her in every position he desired — missionary, doggy style, her legs over his shoulders.
He came inside her twice, then used her mouth while she remained limp and unaware.
When he was finally spent, he cleaned her up as best he could, dressed her in her nightgown, and tucked her into bed.
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Anna woke up late the next morning with a brutal hangover.
Her head throbbed.
Her throat was dry.
And between her legs… she felt raw, sore, and strangely sticky.
She sat up slowly, wincing.
There were faint marks on her breasts and inner thighs.
When she touched herself, her fingers came away with dried traces of semen.
Her stomach twisted.
She had almost no memory of the night before.
She remembered the bar.
She remembered laughing with her coworkers.
She remembered getting into a taxi.
After that… nothing.
A total blackout.
*Did I bring someone home?
No… I’m sure I came home alone.
Maybe I… touched myself while drunk?
Or maybe it’s just my body acting weird again.*
A deep wave of shame washed over her.
She pushed the disturbing thoughts away, refusing to examine them too closely.
She showered for a long time, scrubbing herself clean, then took strong painkillers and made coffee.
When Leo finally came out of his room, Anna gave him a tired, slightly embarrassed smile.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I… drank way too much last night. I don’t remember getting home at all. I’m sorry if I woke you or made a fool of myself.”
Leo looked at her calmly.
Inside, that dark, possessive excitement burned hotter than ever.
“It’s okay, Mom. You were pretty out of it. But don’t worry…”
He stepped closer and kissed the top of her head gently.
“Nothing happened.”
Anna nodded, relieved.
She had no idea what her son had done to her while she was blacked out.
She had no memory of his hands, his mouth, or how many times he had cum inside her.
The secret was now completely safe.
And Leo already knew he would do it again.