I went near her and gave my hand and made her stand. She stood up holding my hand but due to her high heels she was unable to walk due to high alcohol... Then she asked me to take washroom as she want to piss and I slowly take her to washroom. It was a common washroom for both the gender and I told her to go inside the toilet and do her piss. She was so drunk that she told me to make her seat on the commode so that she can piss. She lifted her dress a bit and pull her panty down. I was able to. All of that melts away when I look into those eyes. My entire known existence vanishes away in the blink of those eyes. I love seeing those long lashes and realizing they're mine. Beneath the mascara I see the eyes of the true believer. I see change, I see death and I see a rebirth. Gone is the man I was. Gone forever. As simple as that. I can see him, but he's a fading ghost.. Is this who I am? Am I really gay? Could I really be this cum stained faggot? Why does just thinking the word 'faggot'. And, well, I never dreamed a man could be so big, and I just lost control. Can you ever forgive me?" "Oh, sure, Mom," he rushed to say, flushed and excited, his penis still standing as rigid as steel, "you don't need to apologize. You are so incredibly beautiful. I just can't help getting turned on, looking at you." Vicki could feel his hunger, and her own was getting stronger by the second. "Stevie, I want to touch you. I know I'm your mother and it's the most terrible sin on earth, but I. Not rushing anything or forcing him in to this tight envelope. I felt him growing harder and now throbbing. I couldn’t imagine how he could stand it, I was ready. My mind was shouting, ‘What the hell are you waiting for!’ Sensing this, he slowly watched himself go all the way in and disappear. He held it there for a moment and pulled all the way out just as slowly. Repeating this slow-motion seduction several times, I was practically writhing under him coaxing him to move faster, harder. We.