Incest stories, After partying, Jimmy comes home to Mom, Staggering up the steps of his front porch, Jimmy Woodson leaned against the railing and waited for his head to stop spinning. It was around 1:00 on a Saturday morning and he’d spent his Friday night living it up the way people his age tended to. It was the summer, Jimmy’s first year of college was looming ahead, and a good friend from high school had thrown a major bash while his parents were out of town.
Alcohol had been readily available at the party, even though nobody there was 21. Jimmy wasn’t much of a drinker, so it hadn’t taken too many beers to knock him loopy. Once the party ended, some of his friends had driven him home. A few of them helped Jimmy out of the car, although he didn’t actually need their help. He was a bit woozy but he was steady enough to walk. He planned to wave them away and do it himself, only to change his mind when he saw Julie waiting to assist him.
Jimmy had always liked Julie, but he never had the guts to ask her out. He milked his condition a bit, giving him an excuse to lean on her and feel her body against his own. It was probably the most physical contact the two of them would ever have. Jimmy put his head on her shoulder, feeling her hair against his face. He loved the way she smelled.
As they made their way onto the porch, Jimmy’s mother Nancy opened the door. It was well past Nancy’s usual bedtime, but she always stayed up and waited when her son went out, just in case.
“I can take him from here. Thanks, guys.”
“Okay, Mrs. Woodson,” Julie said. “Bye, Jimmy, I hope you feel better.”
Nancy guided her son through the door and into the front hallway. She was wearing a bathrobe over her nightgown, and Jimmy nuzzled up against his mom the way he had with Julie. Her robe felt so soft against his skin, and as much as he enjoyed Julie’s scent, nothing compared to his mother’s. Nancy blew a strand of her dark hair from her face as they rested for a moment.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, honey. Come on, let’s get you into the kitchen.”
Donald, Jimmy’s father, couldn’t have cared less about waiting up. He was upstairs in bed, fast asleep. Nancy talked to her son in a whisper and tried to keep him quiet so that they wouldn’t wake her husband. Donald was strongly against underage drinking, and if he saw his son coming home in this condition, there would surely be hell to pay. As they made their way into the kitchen, Nancy asked Jimmy if he wanted a cup of coffee. In response, he simply mumbled something about sleep.
Several months earlier, after he’d turned 18, Jimmy made a big stink about being grown up and wanting more privacy. After some discussion his parents agreed that he could move his bedroom down to the basement. It was a nice setup and gave him plenty of space, including his own private bathroom with a shower. But the staircase was pretty steep, especially for someone who wasn’t able to walk into the house on his own.
Again, Jimmy could have managed it by himself, but he pretended to be more out of it than he was. Besides, his mother wasn’t about to risk him falling and getting hurt. Nancy guided him to the basement door, flipped on the downstairs light, and helped him to the steps.
“Hang on, honey.”
Walking to the kitchen table, Nancy removed her bathrobe and hung it on the back of a chair. Her robe was fairly long and she didn’t want either of them tripping on it as they maneuvered down the steps.
Jimmy watched his mother disrobe. He couldn’t remember seeing her in only her nightgown before. It had a wide, low neck, and came down to slightly above her knees. It was sleeveless, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and arms. It looked incredibly sexy.
Nancy returned to her son and took hold of him. Jimmy leaned against her again as they slowly started down the stairs.
“I love you, Mom.”
Nancy smiled as she supported his weight.
“I love you, too.”
He wasn’t sure why he said it at that particular moment, but Jimmy wanted his mother to know it. While she helped him manage the steps, all he could think about was how much he loved her. His mother was so sweet, so nice, so pretty. She was his favorite person in the whole world.
Once they finally reached the bottom, Nancy led Jimmy down the corridor towards his room. He flopped face first onto the bed, but his mom rolled him over and grabbed his right foot.
“You can’t sleep like this,” she told him.
Jimmy mumbled something in protest, but there was no arguing with his mother. Nancy tugged off one shoe, then the other.
“Come on, honey, stand up.”
Jimmy slowly rose to his feet and Nancy patted his sides, feeling his pockets. She reached in and pulled out his wallet and cell phone.
“You don’t want these ending up in the wash.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Nancy set his things on the nightstand as Jimmy began fumbling with his belt. He wanted to get it undone, but the damn thing was being stubborn. Nancy saw the trouble he was having and pushed his hand away. She undid his belt, then threw it aside onto a chair.
Jimmy sat down on the edge of his bed as Nancy began picking up the dirty clothes that littered his mattress. He wasn’t trying to look, but with the way she was leaning forward in front of him, it was almost impossible not to notice the way his mother’s big tits were hanging in his face. Her nightgown was low enough to offer a substantial peek at her cleavage.
“Honey, you really should clean up in here. It looks like a tornado came through.”
Nancy continued cleaning off her son’s bed while Jimmy blatantly stared at her breasts. His mom had full, round jugs, definitely more than a handful. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as he watched them sway while she moved.
“God, you’ve got great tits, Mom.”
Nancy stopped for a second and looked at her son. Jimmy had come home drunk a few times before, and he’d made a strange comment or two in the past while she helped him into bed. Chalking it up to his condition, she shook it off and ignored the remark as she went back to clearing his bed.
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