Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

Mom scoffed, "Do you think I'm stupid? Why would I still add the drug to the milk when you had grown suspicious? In fact, I added the drug to all your food and drinks." I pursed my lips without saying a word. Mom was taken away by the police. Melody and Jason panicked. Melody grabbed my sleeves and shouted, "Drop the case now! Are you really going to see Mom end up in prison?" Expressionless, I stared at her. "Did you know about the Taming Potion?" Melody looked away. "What's the point of asking? Tell the police to release Mom now!" "Do you think I'm the chief? Is it up to me to decide?" I shoved her away impatiently, but a question crossed my mind.

Right after Mom hung up, my aunt, Meryl Turner, tagged me in the family group chat. She wrote, "Andrea, your mom's crying at home. Hurry over and comfort her!" I really wanted to reply, "I'm not going." But I had no choice. The Gorga River water was a moving plague. If Mom and Sheryl actually drank that water and got sick, could I really just stand by and watch them die? I rubbed my temples. My head was pounding. I arrived at Mom's house, but she started crying even louder the moment I walked through the door.

For the first time in years, the future didn’t scare me. I floated through orders, the money burning a hole in my apron. Drake. A home. Someone who knew my shit and still wanted me. When I went back home ,my mother was standing in the mansion’s wine cellar, one hand resting on her stomach as she lazily swirled a glass of red wine. “Why are you drinking when you’re pregnant?” I asked, keys still in my hand. She didn’t even look up. “Mind your business. It’s just a glass.”

“Gonna fill you up again, Bev. Fuck… you’re so tight.” The danger made everything sharper. Knowing Mom could come back any minute turned the thrill into something addictive. We had done this before, quickies when she ran to the store, but never this openly, never this long. I rode him faster, my moans turning into desperate cries. His cock throbbed inside me, and I could tell he was close. Then we heard it. The unmistakable sound of Mom’s car pulling into the driveway. “Shit!” I gasped, my eyes flying open in panic.

Mom quickly swiped her tears that rolled from her eyes. " I couldn't face Nivi after knowing this. As a woman how will I face that child ? Like a cherry on the top one who did this filthy crime is my beloved son Siddarth Singh Khurana." She smacked on my chest hard all frustrated and angry. " Mom I..... Actually I wasn't in my right mind. I was drunk and....." " Shut your mouth otherwise I will rip out that tongue. Drunk ? Seriously ? Is that a reason you went to force yourself on a girl ? Forget about your wife you should have just think that life as an ordinary girl instead of piece of a meat. "

I had to stand up quickly to keep from falling. “Kourtney!” Mom’s voice was louder now, alarmed by how suddenly I’d moved. “Sorry!” I laughed awkwardly, even though I felt anything but. But the laughter caught in my throat, and suddenly, my world tipped again. “Oh my God! Your child’s drunk!” Mom exclaimed, panic rising in her voice. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening even though I hadn’t drunk much at all. There was something wrong. I tried to steady myself, but then I saw Yelena step right in front of me, blocking my way like a wall.

She had changed. "You're drunk, Ruby" he said, calmly. I could see anger building up in his veins, as he gnashed his teeth and stamped his feet on the floor. Mom was drunk, I could see but she was only half drunk. She still looked mostly normal to me, because she could control her stance and movements. Mom never drank. She was the gentle type, not flamboyant in any way. I wondered what new thing was going to happen in my family, what more worse things Cameron would cause.

Jenna sighed as she started the car, “Your mom is back now. I will drop you two off and see my mom.” Both children nodded, “I hope you have a good visit, Jenna," said Melanie. Jenna nodded, “I do too.” On the last visit, Jenna's mother had shown up drunk. She actually had Jenna meet her at a bar and then asked her to drive her back to her sober living house; Jenna shuddered at the memory. Her mother refused to help herself, which left Jenna in a bad situation. She just wanted her mom, but she knew now that would never happen. She sighed as she turned into the driveway. Both twins got out of the car, and she pulled back out.

Maybe I just worked too much and got blind to how badly her body had changed. It was as if I were looming over the sight of me sitting in a chair, backed up to the sink as she rinsed the dye from my head. We were both drunk and in a fit of giggles. I had never drank, but we’d gotten into a stash of vodka my mom’s latest boyfriend had left. We’d get in trouble for it if we couldn’t convince him that he’d finished off in his drunken stupor from the night before. “Mom’s gonna lose her shit,” Greta giggles.

Or someone. "Mom, how do you do it?" I said to her as she was typing up a text for dad, "With dad being gone all the time... how do you do stay... sane?" Mom put her phone down and gave me a look as if she was studying me. She then gave me a smile and said, "Honey, I drink a lot of wine," "Mom?" I gaped at her.