"We're going to bed asian now, honey" my Mom slightly slurred at me as she stumbled past. "Okay, mom," I replied, deadpan again, knowing that I would be cleaning all this up. I had just started to pick up cups and glasses as the noises began. It started slow and rhythmically at first as I heard the creaking of the bed and my Mother's moans of "Mmmmmmmmf...yesh" muffled only slightly by the bedroom wall. Then they started to get faster and louder. 'Mom your such a Cuntslut!... cumming you like it like that, don't you!...getting your constantly moist, Cunt!, pounded Relentlessly!-, Ah! No!... I've gone and done it again...why must I keep thinking of Mom in such a way... but... even, still... I can hear you, Mom, being fucked hard, I can hear you sing out in wails of pleasure as I get closer to the crack at your bedroom door. You didn't fasten the latch properly in your haste for bed, so I can see you there in the gloom rolling and grinding your sopping wet Cunt on Marks hipbones, trying in vain to get enough gay cock inside yourself for completion.' I see my mothers problem as Mark slips his unfortunately below average penis out of moms gaping wide Cunthole. He is a genuinely unfortunate man, at about three inches long and half the average girth of a normal cock. Instead of crashing the night, he makes his way towards the door, giving me seconds to get to my room and twinks out of sight. As I lay awake in bed, breathing hard, I realized that I had just witnessed my Mother getting fucked, albeit by a sub-par penis. 'fuck it, I give up... I wanna fuck my Mother so bad! I want to lick the sweat out of every pore and plug up every Gash with my throbbing manhood-' "honey, are you still awake?" asked, Mom sticking her head into my darkened room. I quickly throw my blanket over myself. "yeah, only just, a bit loud weren't you," I asked, still a little tipsy from the party. "yeah... about that..." Mom said, leaving the sentence hanging as she slipped into my room "where's mark?" I asked, sitting up and already knowing the answer, "he's not asleep already is he?" "No... he's gone home already... it seems he can't perform well under pressure." Mom replied, deflated "so he just didn't do it for you," I said getting more interested in the conversation. "well... no... I guess not," Mom complained as she sat next to me on my bedside. "oh well, you can't win all the time," I said, as I put my hands behind my head and lay back. "Oh!..." let out Mom as she turned to see the shape of my Throbbing solid shaft quite visible through my boxer fetish shorts. "Oh, Honey!" she repeated, staring at my crotch area. Then I felt it, an odd yet not entirely unenjoyable tickling coming up my thigh before I caught sight of my Mother spider walking her fingers towards my penis. I was frozen in place as I watched moms hand slink inside my waistband and grasp hold of my engorged member at the very base. Then looking back at me, she licked her lips and gave a wink as she started to gradually massage me from base to tip, bringing in a second hand to provide a bit of extra inspiration. Finally, when I could no longer take it, I let out the words I thought I would never speak aloud. "Mom, I'm gonna cum, make me cum!" With that, I sprayed a fountain of semen above our heads and in all directions and finished. Where they trying to get you back to worship you some more?” I admired them gay and their lithe young bodies from behind my sunshades. I knew I was in no condition to run....not sure I could even twinks walk. She lived close to our High School. I was thinking to myself, dinner tonight. “I don't mind going commando.” It was all over , i felt asian fetish the wave washing over me as i was staring at her eyes worried, but she didn't seem to notice, cumming she was warm and kind. Maybe she was drunk and trying to fulfil a fantasy; I mean we all have that fantasy don’t we?” “Do you talk dirty?” “Hello? Hell, even the very thought of her seeing my wang and walnuts was enough to give me a bad case of erectile dysfunction.