Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

I sit, and we all talk and laugh. "Alpha," I hear Eve say. "What is it, honey?"She looks nervous, and I get worried. "Would it be possible for me to visit my mom?"I look at Seth and Oan before meeting her eyes. "I don't see why not, but I do want both your mates with you at all times. Your mom has been drugged for years, and she may lash out. Don't let her upset you, honey. Doctor Frank said she is struggling with everything, so go easy. "I watch her face fall, and my gut churns.

I enter the door of our house only to find mom waiting for me, “have you been drinking?” she immediately asks me, “no” I respond but struggle to stand still, “your sister’s daughter is in a critical condition, instead of you staying and comforting her you find it okay to drink yourself to this?”, on any other day, I would put up with mom’s running mouth but not today, I had a bad day and am in a bad mood, I stand before her touching the wall for steadiness “your daughter is a hoe, If you care so much about her why don’t you leave this house and never come back, Dad is better off without you anyway”, mom slaps me hard making me fall down on the floor

She smiled as she exited, holding the doorknob. .……………………………………………………………………………. "Mama, why don't you hold my neck instead?" "You should not have drunk so much. The doctor has advised you not to touch it. Ellya supported her drunken mother as she walked into her room. "I know Ella, but those rascals insulted me. Me, Me the mother of a rockstar, wife of Michael stone a powerful businessman." "How could they. Rascals." She threw her sandals, drunk and unsteady, and fell onto the sofa.

like mom, she also began to advise me and it happened. Normally, it is a very well-known fact that when a person gets too drunk, they end up blurting things that they never would have dared to speak being sober and those things are so true that no one could take it to be a drunk man’s bluff. That’s what happened to me. My depressed face had resurfaced somehow and I badly wanted to scream my heart out to my mom though I knew it was the worst time to do that!!! “Mom, you have any idea what is happening in my life?? You have any idea why I’m so fucked up?” I asked her in semi crying tone and she, upon hearing me blurting things out, didn’t even dare to start the car and utilized the chance to u

How the hell did I not get the warning that she was literally the only one who can barge into my room so early in the morning. “Mom, why are you here?” “Awe! You reek and smell of alcohol. How can a girl treat herself this way? Just what the hell is wrong with you?" “Nothing is wrong with me, mom. Why would you think Something's is wrong with me?” “Because a normal girl doesn't get wasted this fucking much, I saw, I don't know what to do with you at this rate. You've suddenly gone insane with your drinking habits and I swear I'm scared of what you've become!”

Even so, I didn't regret drinking to celebrate our victory with the whole team. I walked out to the kitchen, looking for mom. "Mom? Mom? Where are you?" "Yes, what's wrong?" "Mom, my headache is terrible. I got drunk last night; when you and dad left, I had too much alcohol," I said, sitting on the couch.

But it's the one I've got. My mom is passed out on the couch, looking like a corpse dumped there hours ago. Her head is tilted back, one arm dangles off the cushion, and in her slack grip hugs a half empty bottle of brandy. She doesn't use glasses anymore. That stopped a long time ago. Now she drinks straight from the bottle, as if it's the only thing that can dull whatever it is she's trying to forget. The smell of booze wraps around the room, clinging to the walls, the furniture, everything. Including me. And of course, she's not alone.

"Seriously? That fucking asshole tells you some bullshit and you're attacking me without even hearing me out? Are you that far gone Alley." "Well, it looks like you two have some shit to deal with and I have a killer fucking headache. I'm going to take a nap. Try to be quiet." Our mom grabbed her cup of whiskey and headed upstairs. It was the middle of the day and she was already half way to passed out wasted. "Is that what you want to turn into? A pathetic piece of shit that doesn't even know what time it is? She probably doesn't even realize we are her fucking kids."

well, mostly for Mom. "Great game, Jerry," Mom slurs, wrapping her arms around him in a drunken embrace. J's eyes narrow as he pulls away from her. "Are you drunk, Mom?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "I might've had a couple beers," she shrugs nonchalantly, like it's not a fucking big deal. "I can't believe you. For one night, you couldn't go without drinking? What is wrong with you?" "What's the big deal? I'm here, ain't I?" She's shouting now, drawing the attention of people around us.

she told me so I followed her. We went down to the secondary bar, there leaning against it was my mom in a slim silky red dress that was open in the back all the way down to her ass, I knew she didn’t have her bra on so I’m sure the guys hoovering around her were trying to get a good look at her melons. The heels she wore made her taller so as I came up behind her we were as tall as each other, “Mom” I said but she didn’t answer me, she just called out for another drink, “MOM” I yelled, this time she got startled. “That almost sounded like my son Martin, but that can’t be him. He wouldn’t be here at my party” she said than she slowly turned and saw me standing there, “Oh shit” I heard her sa