I had fantasized about having sex with my Mother since I had first entered puberty. She divorced my father when I was 9 and we had lived in several apartments when I was young. She liked to party and frequently brought men home to fuck. I would often here her moaning and screaming while they plowed her pussy.
She was only about 5 ft 2 in tall with long black hair and big round tits. She often walked around in just a t-shirt and panties. Her nipples would poke through the shirt and sometimes I could even see her hair peeking out from her panties. This gave me quite a few fantasies for my frequent jack-off sessions. Once when I was 15 I peeked into her room. She had just gotten out of the shower and was bending over stark naked! Her hairy pussy was right there smiling at me! I wanted to stare at it longer, or better yet, walk in and touch it. But instead I ran to the bathroom and jacked-off furiously.
Then when I was 41, we went to see my brother who was in the hospital back home. It was just me and my mom, my sister and step-dad had stayed home. Mom was a wreck. She was very concerned about my brother (as was I) and very shook up. We had rented a single room with 2 beds at the hotel. After seeing him in intensive care, she was even worse. I stopped to get some liquor and she decided that she would have some wine coolers.
My mom hadn't drunk much for a long time, so the drinks affected her quickly. We started talking about my latest marriage that had failed. I had been divorced for a few months and was still very distraught. After her first drink she changed into her t-shirt in the bathroom and came out and sat on her bed. I had changed into a pair of shorts, but left the underwear off! When I came back into the room, I sat down on the floor and we continued our talk. We had always been very open about sex, and the talk headed that way.
"So are you getting any?" She said
"Not lately" I muttered.
"I know what that's like!" she said, "Since your step-father had his heart attack sex has been non-existent!"
"Bummer!" I muttered.
She slammed down her drink and I fixed us another. She gulped half of it down right away. A few minutes later she was acting pretty buzzed.
"Maybe I just don't excite him enough anymore!" she slurred a little as she said it.
"I doubt that, Mom. You're still hot!"
"Right!" she said sarcastically.