My D***k Mom - Sex Stories

My D***k Mom

There was a knock on the front door. I was pretty sure who it was. So let me set this up for you. If you’ve read my stories, you know that my wife, Janice and I, share our home and bed with my s****r Ginger. We’ve been living between Texas and Florida for the past few years, but Florida, where I grew up, was going to be our home from now on. And to put it plain, Florida is hot. It is hot in the winter, hot in the spring and fall. And it is really hot in the summer. Having grown up in the heat of Florida, clothes in our home are an option. Always have been, always will be. It’s so much easier to be nude when the temp. is 105 and the humidity is 99%. And tonight was no different. I was just wearing a pair of boxers, trying to beat the hot summer Florida night. Mom has moved in with us for a while, putting her life into shape, and tonight she was out with a girlfriend for a few drinks. Problem was she left for her night out at about 7:00 pm and the knock on my front door came at 3:30 am. Janice and Ginger went to bed hours ago, but I wanted to stay up to make sure mom got home alright. And now at 3:30 am, there’s a knock at the door. Like I said, I know who it is. I open the door, and there is my disheveled mother, one shoe on, hair a mess, smiling at me and being held up by one of our local police officers. “Are you Mr._____?” the officer asks me. I just shake my head and said, “Yes, officer. And that little woman leaning on you is my mother. She wasn’t driving, was she?” “Oh ...

... no,” the officer said. “The bartender called to say there were two ladies sort of sl**ping on a table in the bar and they weren’t leaving. I checked their ID’s and realized they lived close by, so I thought it would be better just to drop them at their homes. Here you go.” As the officer let mom go, she fell into my arms and nearly knocked us both over. I said, “Thank you, officer, I’ll take it from here.” With that, I closed the door, took mom over to the couch and flopped her down. Mom looked up at me through her d***ken state, smiled and said, “Donny, what are you doing at the bar?” “You’re not at the bar, mom. You’re home. A police officer brought you here.” The whole time I’m telling her where she is, she’s taking off her clothes and tossing them to the ground. “God, it’s hot in here. Help me get these things off, Donny.” It wasn’t that it was hot, it was just a typical summer night in Florida. And seeing mom nude wasn’t anything new either. So I helped her take off all of her clothes, but left her panties on. As I was picking up her clothes from the floor and folding them, she asks, “Donny, why am I sitting her with just my panties on?” I said, “Mom, you just undressed. I left your panties on to sl**p in. You’ve been drinking a lot and you don’t want an accident now, do you?” She smiled at me and said, “Like this?” She grabbed her panties, pulled them off and proceed to pee all over the wooden living room floor, laughing like crazy. “MOM! Come on, I have to clean that ...