Drunk Mom の小説・ストーリー

I don’t know why, but the thought of doing that made me so hot and turned on, I just waited for the opportunity to do it. Mom was a heavy drinker, and would drink way to much and would pass out. When she was passed out, nothing woke her up and she snored. I immediately wanted to sneak a fuck with John, every time. That night came. They had lot’s of people over. Suraj only had a couple of drinks, I snuck a couple myself. Mom got….completely drunk as usual. Uncle Suraj and I walked her to their bedroom and dumped her in bed. We undressed her and covered her up.

I snuck in through the window hoping not to wake my mum and her new boyfriend, who has been staying with her ever since I went to juvie and returned, she says she loves him but I know my mum quite well, it's all a bunch of crap, my mum literally falls in love every month, so whatever is between them will never last. When I walked into the kitchen, they were both drinking in the living room on the couch; after the day I had, I was annoyed to see her drinking; because of her bad liver, she promised me she would stop, but I was a fool to believe my mother, so I walked over to my mother and took the bottle from her grip. "What the fuck mum, I thought you stopped drinking?" "It's just a little bi

Matilda had never been in a club before and also she never drinks anything with alcohol in it. I let Eddie hold her and walk around the car to confront my mother who's seated on the other side of the backseat. "Mom, seriously? You took her to a club and got her drunk?” I am mad right now. “We didn't have much drinks, son.” Mom replies and unlike Matilda who is a drunken mess right now, my mom is perfectly sober, given her high tolerance of alcohol which she picked up from dad, her husband. “I can't believe you were so irresponsible, mom. You do know that Matilda hasn't had a drop of alcohol in her life!” I was fuming.

Several pieces of broken bottles were lying on the floor, glass and shards littering everywhere, the air reeking so much of different brands of alcohol. And in the middle of it all stood Mom. My breathed hitched immediately at the sight. She looked completely wasted, her hair wild, eyes bloodshot red and unfocused, her body swaying back and forth as she threw bottles upon bottles towards different parts of the house, laughing and screaming like a maniac. My heart dropped in that instant. “Mom?” I called, my voice cracking in shock as I watched her in disbelief. Never since I knew her to be a drunk had she acted like this.

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

She took the glass back and watched me expectantly. "Mom... my head hurts... I wanna sleep..." I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes, pretending the drug was kicking in. She stayed by the bed for a long time. Only after making sure I was "asleep" did she quietly slip out. The door clicked shut. I opened my eyes right away and padded barefoot to the door. Bruce's drunken voice drifted in from the living room. "She's... She's just unreasonable!" Then came Zoey's sugary voice. "Don't be mad. Kyla doesn't understand you. I'll drink with you..."

He was right, she couldn't explain that she was drunk. The last time Keyara got drunk was when she played Truth or Dare with her friends. Keyara couldn't forget how angry her mother was when she came home drunk and rambling incoherently, and the punishment she received afterward. When her mother was angry, her rage could last a week.

The bare wrinkled flesh I immediately felt was drenched in desire, my fingers plunged easily inside as her momentum picked up in my ear. "Oh my god Scott, you could actually have her! She's completely drunk and would have no problem spreading her legs and waiting for her own son to ease his aroused penis right into her. Is that what you were afraid of? How pleasing your mother's body might feel as you push your hard cock into her slippery walls of motherhood, fucking your own mom because she's so god damn drunk? Don't worry Scott, she loves to fuck, and you're next."

"Aunt Paula that's not true. It's not about the money" "Should be kid, otherwise you'll end up like your momma" she laughed and mom shook her head and took a drag. After about 20 minutes my mom ran into the kitchen and brought back a huge bottle of whiskey. "Wine's a little too weak for me kiddo" she said as she downed almost half the bottle in a sitting. "Mom maybe you shouldn't be drinking that much" I said quietly as Ryan took my hand from under the table. "Don't worry honey bug, after your daddy beat the shit out of me I haven't been able to feel anything since!" They all laughed at the comment except for Ryan and I.