Investigative experiment

"No, this can't be!" she sat on the toilet in the morning, staring stupidly at the two pink lines that had appeared. "What nonsense! How? Did the wind blow it in?"

After the divorce, there had been no physical intimacy with men for six years, yet the pregnancy test showed a positive result. There had been delays before, but this time something alarmed me. And there was a reason...

"Could it have been at Lyuska's birthday party!" everything inside trembled. "I don't remember a thing..."

There was no doubt, it happened two weeks ago. Either late Saturday night or Sunday night. But with whom? Where?

"Exactly, a girl's memory...," tears welled up

in her eyes, "...I gave it, but where and to whom—I don't remember!"

This was the first time something like this had happened to me. Even back in college, before marriage, my behavior wasn't distinguished by strong moral principles. It's hard to remember how many men there were now, but the fact that I got married a virgin—that can't be denied. Even Fyodor sometimes boasted about it to his friends. If only he knew how many men had passed through my back passage, never even suspecting they hadn't been inside my vagina, leaving me a virgin. Drunk or sober, I always controlled the situation, but this time...

"Oh...," she swore crudely, "...you can't drink that much! Silly girl, got drunk senseless, don't remember how I got home..."

"I'm already in my forties, and still no brains, just like before!"

"Yes...," she sighed heavily, unsuccessfully trying to remember what happened then, "...a drunk woman thinks with a completely different place, not her head!"

Memories from two weeks ago slowly began to swim in her head...

***

The sun was already high when she woke up with a terrible headache. How she got to bed and undressed—was a mystery sealed with seven seals! Clothes and underwear scattered around the room and the absence of a nightgown clearly characterized yesterday's condition. She was lying face down on the pillow, completely naked!

"Silly girl," her heart tightened, "probably danced around the apartment in my birthday suit. The last thing I needed was for Seryozhka to see me like that."

"It's all Lyuska's fault!" she tried to find an excuse. "Why did she invite Fyodor to her birthday!"

"Ira, I didn't invite him, friends just show up!" she mimicked her friend's answer about the presence of my ex-husband.

So I showed my ex-husband what a happy, independent woman I am, in great demand among men, by getting drunk to the point of looking like a pig!

An unexpectedly sharp phone ring interrupted the flow of thoughts.

"Irochka," Lyuska laughed, "are you alive? Wow, you really went for it yesterday! Didn't expect that, good for you. The guys were crazy about you. My sweetheart even tried to walk you home. I barely held him back, good thing Fyodor quickly took you by taxi..."

"What Fyodor?" she asked her friend in bewilderment.

"What Fyodor...," she laughed even louder, "...your ex-husband! Wow, you're something else!"

"Is everything okay with you?" she added after a short pause. "Is he still with you?"

"Are you crazy?" I was indignant. "What would he be doing here?"

"You were kissing him yesterday, and letting his hands under your skirt...," she continued to giggle, "...thought everything was okay between you..., he did you there..."

"Lyusya, you misunderstood me! Nothing can happen between us!" she abruptly ended the phone call.

***

"Could it be Fyodor?" everything trembled inside as she dialed his number. "That bastard! I'll tell him everything now! Took advantage of my condition!"

"Hi Fedya!" her voice sounded resolute. "Thanks for driving me home after Lyuska's birthday..."

She wanted to say everything she thought right away, but he interrupted:

"Don't mention it, Irina. Didn't think you'd remember how you yelled at me in front of the entrance, not letting me walk you to the apartment. And I stood there waiting, to see if you'd make it on your own or not, until the light came on in the window..."

***

"It wasn't him! Then who?" her heart desperately tightened. "Exactly, a drunk woman is not her own mistress..."

A swarm of thoughts circled in her head, but there was no sensible solution. The only man who could have been nearby was her son.

"Could it be Sergei?" the guess frightened her. "No, that can't be!"

"Sure, he used to peek before, rummage through my underwear, but to take advantage of my condition—no! That can't be!" she tried to convince herself. "Then who?"

After long deliberation, she decided to conduct, as they say, an investigative experiment and discard this monstrous possibility.

"If I'm in the same condition, he'll try to take advantage of me again," she decided on a desperate step. "But that's unlikely..., he couldn't have done that..."

"But if he tries..., I'll wake up immediately..., scare him off..."

***

"Mom, are you asleep?" Sergei entered the living room, casting a glance at me, "sleeping" in the armchair.

"Mom," he shook her shoulder, "go lie down in the bedroom..."

But she remained silent, pretending to be fast asleep.

"Are you going to sit here all night?" he shook her shoulder even harder. "Wake up, go to the bedroom..."

But she remained silent.

"Who was here with you?" he asked himself and immediately answered, "Aunt Valya! Who else can get so drunk!"

He cleared the remnants of the feast from the coffee table and approached the armchair, looking down at her.

"Mommy, get up!" his voice sounded playful.

And only then did she notice that the left side of her robe had slipped from her thigh, exposing her lower abdomen and crotch, covered by the black fabric of her panties, between her slightly parted legs.

"Silly girl," flashed through her head disapprovingly, "might as well have taken off the panties!"

But there was no chance to adjust the robe, and he stood there silently looking at her.

"Oh, mom, you're something else!" disapproving notes sounded in his voice. "You can't drink until you pass out!"

Sighing heavily, he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, carefully placing her on the bed.

"Whew," she sighed with relief when, after covering her with a sheet, he left the room, closing the door tightly. "It wasn't him! Then who?"

Not even ten minutes had passed before she began to doze off for real, slowly sinking into the realm of Morpheus.

"Mom... are you asleep?" she unexpectedly heard his voice through the drowsiness. "Mom..."

She remained silent, not opening her eyes, and a moment later felt warm palms touching her. A second passed, another, and he shook her shoulder again:

"Mom, can you hear me?"

But she continued to remain silent, trying to maintain even breathing, feeling him toss the sheet aside, untie the robe's belt, and slowly begin to part the sides of the robe, revealing her bare chest.

"What beautiful breasts!" barely escaped his lips, and she felt a gentle touch to her right nipple. "Just super! Not every woman can boast such beauty! Headlights..., you could go crazy! And the nipples! I could suck them and suck them..."

From the surprise, her heart tightened, her breath caught, forcing her to make an incredible effort to remain calm. She thought that as soon as he showed interest in her "defenseless state," she would immediately pretend to wake up to scare him off, to prevent a repeat of that night. But for some reason, she didn't do that.

"Sat in front of him with legs spread, putting my crotch on display!" she mentally scolded herself for the recent blunder, justifying his behavior. "Of course, I aroused an unhealthy interest in me! He'll look... and go to sleep..., there's nothing terrible about that..."

But subconsciously, she wanted to know what would happen next and whether he was capable of what she suspected. And she didn't have to wait long! Warm lips touched her left nipple and greedily sucked it into his mouth. It immediately perked up, grew in size, and streams of sensuality ran down her belly. Sergei groaned softly. Oh, what a groan that was! She couldn't have expected such a turn of events!

"What is he doing?" pounded feverishly in her temples.

His groan threw her into shock—sucking her breast, her son was experiencing pleasure!

Before she could recover from that, she felt the elastic of her panties slowly sliding down. She didn't know why, but she didn't resist, perhaps aware that at any moment she could "wake up" before the situation got out of control. A moment later, she was completely naked. Of course, at any minute she could close the sides of the robe, calmly cover her naked body, and that somewhat calmed her.

And "waking up" now naked in her son's presence didn't exactly thrill her. Wouldn't any normal person immediately ask questions:

"Seryozha, who undressed me? Who took off my panties? And what are you even doing here?"

What could he answer? No! I can't do that! That won't happen. I'd put him in a terrible position! Our good relationship would be destroyed forever! I'd lose my son! No, never! He'll look at me a little, kiss my breasts, and leave!

"There's nothing terrible about him sucking my breast..., he used to suck before...," she lay on her back, dreading what would happen next.

A gentle palm slid down, covering her hairy pubic mound, and began to spread her legs apart. And a moment later

fingers slid into the moist crevice, parting the labia. They touched her clitoris, reflexively making her squeeze her thighs. Sergei chuckled softly and, spreading her legs wider apart, stood between them, bending them at the knees.

"No, that's enough...," flashed instantly in her head, "...enough! I need to 'wake up'! This is too much!"

But she didn't have time..., his lips touched her crotch. He began greedily licking her clitoris! She was in a panic! This shouldn't be happening! Stop this horror immediately! But she couldn't do it, afraid of forever ruining her relationship with her son...

And she couldn't calmly endure this sensual torture..., a soft moan unexpectedly escaped her throat. Sergei hit the spot!

She was experiencing completely different emotions. Her mind screamed—stop immediately! But her body howled—what bliss this is! And again, a drawn-out moan escaped her chest, causing Sergei to chuckle softly:

"I know..., you like this, mom. Don't worry..., I like licking your pussy. You'll feel very good..."

And his tongue danced wildly in the crevice between her swollen labia. Like a mountain stream, it ran down, then rose up, sensually teasing her ripe cherry clitoris, not allowing her to open her eyes and push him away. She hadn't experienced such bliss in a long time...

Involuntarily, her hips began to slowly writhe, her crotch moved to meet him, and sensual moans filled the room louder and louder. How good and pleasant it was! She couldn't restrain herself. But still, she had to stop, because this was her beloved son! This shouldn't be happening! But it was beyond her strength...

The arousal was so great that the remnants of reason left her head, moving below the waist, making her forget where she was and with whom. And its flickers she tried to suppress, to calm down:

"There's nothing terrible! He already used me..., one more time won't ruin anything..."

And suddenly it seemed—one more second of such caresses and she would open her eyes, beg him to do more! Pull him onto her!

But unexpectedly, Sergei stopped the wild dance of his tongue on her crotch, rose, and lay down beside her, turning her onto her side. In surprise, she slightly opened her eyes and saw his groin with an erect penis in front of her face.

"Now it's your turn..., mom...," he whispered softly, slightly parting her lips, dripping with juices, with the head of his penis and slowly penetrating her mouth, "...suck..., like that night..."

"It was so good with you then..."

The word "then" struck her. There was no doubt—she had already sucked his cock "then"! Coming home after the birthday party, she probably didn't understand where she was, who was with her! Dragged him onto her! And now he thinks that if she's drunk, she's always in such a state and won't remember anything, no matter what they do to her. Refuse and he'll immediately realize something's wrong! There's no other way out!

Her lips gently enveloped the shaft trembling with tension and greedily sucked it in. It was wonderful! She had never engaged in oral sex, considering it something unworthy for women, but now... the taste of a cock on her lips was magical. She licked the head with her tongue in a circle, and he immediately penetrated deeper into her mouth. For a second, she became scared—just a little more and the foreign flesh would slide into her throat, plugging it like a gag, and she wouldn't be able to breathe...

But he suddenly stopped halfway and slowly moved back. With each forward movement of his hips, she took the flesh trembling with sensuality deeper and deeper without fear. There was very little left to her throat when Sergei groaned lengthily and, holding her head with his hand, pressed her strongly against his groin, his hairy ballsack touched her chin, and semen gushed into her throat. Ah, how pleasant it was...

"Oh, how good!" he cried out. "Swallow, mommy..., swallow! Suck it all to the last drop!"

And she sucked, swallowing the sticky, viscous semen with pleasure! Every last drop! Even when he went limp, greatly reduced in size, she continued to gently caress, not letting it out of her mouth. And after a few minutes, Sergei's cock regained its strength, became as hard and mighty as it was before the orgasm.

"What a good girl you are!" he gently ran his palm over her hair. "You love my cock, don't you, mommy? You've missed it for so long? Don't worry..., I still have a lot of strength..., to give you pleasure..."

It's embarrassing to admit, but her heart fluttered with joy hearing such words. The arousal was so great that it seemed she was going crazy! The permitted limit had been passed, and she must not let him understand in any way that she wasn't asleep, that she was enjoying physical intimacy with him.

"I'm asleep! And I don't understand what he's doing to me, and I won't remember!" pounded in her temples