That Drunk Wedding Night Sharing a Room with Mom

Family wedding trip, tight hotel room with my thick milf mom. Years of pervy thoughts finally boiled over when she got blackout drunk and things got out of hand

I’ve always been surrounded by prime fuck meat at home. Mom Nikita with her athletic milf body, huge heavy tits that strain every top, and that thick juicy ass that bounces when she walks around the house. My sisters are just as bad. Ana’s 23 with massive fucking tits, plump ass, and that bratty face you just wanna slap while you wreck her. Aish at 25 has pale smooth skin, long legs for days, and a nice round ass. Ameya’s the 24 year old slut of the bunch—perky tits, tight waist, great ass, always dressed like she wants cock. I’ve been a horny perv since forever, stealing their dirty panties, jerking off to their pics, imagining bending all of them over and pounding their holes raw.
I’m a dark pervert who’s wanted to grope, fuck, and own their bodies for years. Staring at their tits and asses every day, getting hard thinking about forcing them to take my cock. It was only a matter of time before I snapped and did something insane.
The whole thing started on this 5-day wedding trip for a close relative. The place was fancy, lots of events, drinking, and family bullshit. Sisters shared one room. Me and mom Nikita got put together in another. King bed, close quarters. My cock was already twitching at the idea.
First day everyone dressed like total whores for the functions. Mom’s tight dress hugged her massive tits, deep cleavage spilling out, fabric stretched across her fat ass. Sisters were showing legs and tits too. I spent the whole day rock hard, sneaking looks. That night back in the room I couldn’t hold it. Mom was asleep in her nighty. I lay there next to her, heart pounding, and pulled my hard cock out under the sheets. I jerked slow, staring at her big tits rising and falling, imagining sucking on them. The risk made it hotter. I blew a fat load into a towel thinking about filling her up.
Day 2 mom hit the alcohol hard at the reception. She got completely wasted, slurring and stumbling. Back in the room she passed out dead to the world. I waited a bit then moved in. I pulled her nighty down and grabbed those huge warm tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples till they got stiff. My cock was throbbing like crazy. I knelt by her face, stroking inches from her lips, breathing heavy. Precum was dripping. I almost painted her face but caught it all in the towel again. Fuck, her drunk face looked so slutty.
Day 3 she drank even more. I basically carried her drunk ass back to the hotel. She was mostly gone, head lolling, mumbling random shit. In the room she sat on the bathroom floor trying to change but couldn’t even get her dress off properly. I went in to help like a good son.
Seeing her like that drunk, helpless, tits half hanging out and passed out, something in me broke. I yanked her dress down roughly. Her massive tits flopped free, pink nipples hard from the cool air. I pulled her panties off too, staring at her shaved pussy and thick ass.
I lost it. Covered her mouth tight with one hand, grabbed her hair and shoved my hard throbbing cock past her lips into her warm wet mouth. Her unconscious throat felt incredible. I started facefucking her, slow then harder, pushing deeper till I hit the back of her throat. She gagged and drooled all over my shaft, spit running down her chin onto those fat tits. I held her head and pumped, balls slapping her face, using her mouth like a cheap fleshlight.
“Fuck yes, take your son’s cock,” I thought in my head, pounding her face. Her body was limp, tits jiggling with every thrust. I went rougher, fucking her throat deep, feeling it squeeze around me. Drool everywhere, her makeup smearing. It was nasty and perfect. And no, she wasn't awake by this point. She was completely out cold and incapacitated.
I couldn’t hold back, so I pulled out of her mouth, but I couldn't risk cumming on her, so I turned around and came on the other side of the bathroom.
I got her cleaned up the best I could. Dressed her again, put her in bed, and crashed next to her with a huge grin. My mom’s mouth just got used like a whore’s. This was only the beginning. But I was also worried, what if she remembers in the morning.