Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

Era My life was like my bedroom wall—plain and boring. I'd never have a boyfriend, no sex life, never had experienced the excitement of a bustling nightlife. Mom's strict and conservative nature was responsible for everything. It was really distressing! Until one day... "I got my promotion!" Mom exclaimed as she entered the living room. She took off her heels, walked through the kitchen, and reached for the fridge. She was holding a glass of brown liquor in her hand when she exited the kitchen. So it was a celebration. Unfortunately, she won't allow me to drink yet.

"Why does my head feel it's been through hell and back" I groaned holding it delicately. "Young lady you have a lot of explaining to do" mom said holding a cup of water and two pills that I took from her. "What happened?" "Well you got drunk and thankfully Mr Slovac's son had brought you home" "He did!" I cringed in pain looking discreetly at mom as she did the same as well. "Yes and fortunately for you, your grounded for a week"

"When she found out that you left America, she wasn't in a great state. She's confuse, just like you. She distracted herself with work even sometimes she slept with a man or two but people around her notice that she's a robot. It's like she was programmed to live." "I don't want to repeat the same mistake, dad. Coming back here made it more worse." I ran my hands through my hair. "So you really don't want to be with Serena again?" He asked and I still can't answer that. "Matthew Lemiere! Why are you drinking in daylight?!" My mom bursted angrily when she saw me and my dad drinking wine. "Baby.. I can explain." "I told you to reduce alcohol! I swear I will find that secret drawer where you hi

The man couldn't even fix a broken pipe. Every penny his unemployed ass could punch out of mom and I was used to sponsor his drinking habit. Mom pranced around on autopilot, serving food and drinks to people who turned their backs on us when we needed them the most. I prayed they'd choke on their food. I know, I'm evil. A drunk guy grabbed mom by the arm complaining about something. Mom looked distraught, like she was one second away from breaking down again. It was a mystery how someone as fragile as she could've ever been in love my rass, uncouth, good for nothing, asshole Father.

A grin split her face when she heard her petite friend undressing. "Oh, she's going to do it!" Mom whispered gleefully. "I can't wait to watch you fuck her." My eyes shot open in surprise, and I had to wonder if my mom was drunk. Then she shooed me away with a wave of her hand, and I retreated to the living room. Because I was wondering about Mom's sobriety, I glanced over at her glass and saw it was more than half full. A moment later, I recalled it was still only her second mixed drink. So, she was sober but horny as she manipulated poor Monica. I felt like I should do something, but I was too turned on at the prospect to put a stop to my mother's scheme.

I barely drank a cup of beer, I was sure I wasn't drunk last night. “H-How did I. .. get home last night?” I asked my words stuttering. “What?!!” Mom raised her voice more in disbelief. “See you can't even remember how you got home last night. Aria I can't believe right now. You should know better than to drink that much. I found you barely conscious on the porch last night.” Mom finally answered after her excessive rant. “Aria.” mom hesitated lowering her head. “I'm glad your okay. Come down for your breakfast.” Mom turned and left my room gently closing the door behind her.

’ Mum said to my horror. ‘Mum, what are you talking about? I wasn't drunk. I…’ I was trying to defend myself but mum cut me off. ‘If you weren't drunk, what were you, Eric? Haven't you dragged the name of this family in the mud enough? Do you have to do more to damage us? What if reporters had found you that way? Drunk and hurt? What do you think would have happened?’ Mum ranted as I stared at her in pure confusion.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

" Once he started, others joined in, shouting over one another until the room descended into chaos. Some even yelled that they should beat Mom until she handed over the money. Mom’s face turned ashen. She didn’t defend herself, just kept her head down and ate. Then Kellan arrived. He was already drunk, swaying as he approached her. Without warning, he smashed a beer bottle over her head. Blood poured down instantly, running over her face and dripping onto her clothes. It happened so suddenly that no one reacted at first. By the time they did, Mom had already collapsed, unconscious.

Just… wrong, like someone handed me a puzzle with pieces from three different boxes and told me to shut up and be grateful it looks like a picture. The report says my mother was drunk off her ass. Says she'd had a "significant blood alcohol content," on top of drugs.. heroin, according to this, and that in her impaired state, she stumbled, lost her balance, and went straight out a fortieth-floor window. The night before her own inauguration ceremony. Like she just decided to get shitfaced and high the one night that mattered most, and then took a swan dive for good measure. I could believe that story about a lot of people. I will never believe it about her.