Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

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.

"They aren't coming. Apparently Mum got drunk on wine twenty minutes before they were to leave and Dad's having to deal with her now." "Is your mum a bad drunk?" He snorted at the question. "She's the worst. One day she actually fought a police man after having too much beer on Thanksgiving and then somehow she ended up half naked and running around our neighbourhood. The worst thing was that my few highschool friends came over and were there to witness it." "Oh my god, that's embarrassing," I chuckled uncontrollably. "Now I have to stop my brain from mentally picturing the incident over and over again."

As I entered mom's room, smoke filled everywhere, and I saw my mom in a drunken state, puffing out smoke with a wine glass in her hand and I wondered what happened this time again. I walked closer to her and took her hand, then had a seat beside her. "My son is finally here!" She dropped the wine glass and then cupee my face with her two hands, a cigarette between her index finger, while the smoke keeps puffing in my nose. "Hmm, look at my beautiful, handsome boy, he is just so perfect, and every lady's dream. I'm really lucky to have you." With a smile all over her face, she looks cute in her drunken state, but I could still sense she's still in her right mind but just in a sober mood.

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..."

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.

Mom just replied calmly, "Oh, pipe down and take a good look. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson through Helena's suffering, so that you'll commit it to memory. "Never touch a drink when you don't know where it came from, and for goodness' sake, stop guzzling soda all day long." My eyes widened in disbelief. It was literally a matter of life and death, and Mom was actually using it as a teachable moment for Irwin! Dad was trembling with rage, his voice cracking. "Helena is barely holding on, and you still—" He was so furious that he couldn't even finish his sentence, but Mom was completely unfazed.

I gazed up to our old wooden clock. It was half past 10pm already and my mother was yet to return. When my mother arrives late, she always struggle with customers especially drunk ones who wouldn't want to come home. When thier resistance becomes unbearable, she locks her bar after taking all her stuffs in and deserts the drunk customers addressing thier unseen friends. Shortly later, my mother arrived home. I could hear her fetching water from our drum into the bathing bucket. Each cup of water she fetched was immediately followed by another. She was tired.

If she wasn’t high on drugs, she was passed out cold from all the alcohol she drank. “We split up, Momma, don’t you remember?” She shakes her head; no I didn’t think she would but I can’t hold it against her. Momma has issues and it’s my job to help her and nurse her back to good health with all the help around me that I now have.