Drunk Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

With a cruel, lopsided grin, my eyes settled on the most familiar figure among them—Drakun, the closest to Leila's father and one of the most corrupt. "Long time no see, Dominick," he muttered before taking a seat, and the rest followed suit. I cracked my neck before humming, "What would you like to have? Unfortunately, I'm out of liquor." I saw his eyes darken with anger when my lips curled in amusement. Everyone could see the numerous bottles of liquor displayed on the glass shelf, and he needed no one to tell him how unwelcome he was. "Where's the girl?" Drakun cut to the chase, his gruff voice resonating through the room.

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

with her legal team. On the way to the pub, she sent a message to Annabelle, "WE WON," followed minutes later by another message, "At pub now, will be home late and probably half pissed." Annabelle was delighted for her mother and sent her congratulations. She got home in time to watch the six o'clock news. She was so proud of her gorgeous, sexy mother, she started to finger herself while she watched the very attractive blonde haired newsreader, an occasional subject of her masturbation fantasies, say her mother's name, and show footage of the statement on the steps. She knew that the local news would probably air an even longer report at six thirty, so she went into the kitchen, opened a b

It's not like starting it now would do any either one of us any good. Mom was supposed to take me a long time ago to get put on the pill or get the shot, or something. She was never home long enough to do it though. When she was home she was always drunk, high or to involved with whatever drunk loser she brought home to care about me. I didn't want to go by myself and I didn't have anyone I wanted to have sex with anyway, so it's not like I needed it. I stare at Gavin for a minute. "Do you want me to be on birth control?" I whisper.

A broken sob escaped my lips as my mom came hard on Xander’s dick, shuddering violently, her pussy gushing around him while he held her close and cooed, "Isn't having your step son make your pussy tremble better than bitching about things you can't change? Cum for us, step mommy. Cum hard enough and you might not have to fuck other dicks anymore." My mother screamed while both men roared, pumping her full of dick and cum. "Fuck, that's it!" Alec groaned deep as he flooded her ass. Xander joined in with a breathy laugh, sighing heavily in relief as he emptied himself in her cunt. My despair knew no bounds. Other dicks? Dear God, my life was a living nightmare.

Never ever say to her that she is just as bad as her mother. Rule number four: Watch the beer intake. False confidence, due to alcohol consumption, isn't attractive. The number of beers you have doesn't increase the attractiveness of you. Get over it because that's not how beer goggles work, unfortunately. I'm afraid it doesn't turn you into the world’s greatest dancer either. It turns you into a sweaty mess and gives you loose morals and lower inhibitions. You wake up with a hangover, sobbing in the corner of your bedroom because you realized you hadn't made it to the bathroom like you thought ... it was actually the closet. On the other hand, when your wife is drunk ... and you can general

I came silently once, thighs trembling, smiling at Mom when she asked if the food was okay. The afternoon brought the closest call yet. Our parents decided to watch an old family photo album in the living room. Damien and I sat on the loveseat, a blanket over our laps. His hand stayed busy the entire time, fingers slowly fucking my pussy, thumb pressing the base of the plug, occasionally circling my clit. I came three times during the hour, biting my lip bloody, body shaking under the blanket while Mom pointed out childhood pictures of us together. The taboo of it all, looking at innocent photos of us as kids while my stepbrother fingered my pregnant cunt, pushed me into a headspace of pure

Mom answered laughing. "That's not what you say when..." "Dad please." I stopped whatever he was about to say when mom turned red. "Friend,the kids are here. Adults I know but..." my in law tried to say. "Oh dad you are no better..." Cole said laughing. "Oh hush." His mom said." Go and get us some drinks." He turned to me."babe, the usual." "I'm not drinking tonight." I said with a smile. "Why aren't you drinking?" He asked confused. I got up and wrapped my arms around him."because we are pregnant." The end.

The anxiety that had been wrapped so tightly around her seemed to loosen, just a little, and I could see the person she used to be, the person she was before life threw so much at her. “So,” I said after a few moments of quiet, “you’ve really never had a drink before?” She shook her head, still holding the glass like it was something unfamiliar. “No, never. My parents were super strict about that stuff, and then when I got older, I just never had the desire to be drunk around my family. It never felt like something I needed. I felt like they would have made up some excuse like, you were drunk so you wanted it. I wanted it very clear to myself that they took advantage of me, and abused me. An

"Well, Gabriel, you look like you have been haunted by a ghost. And sadly I think I can relate to you right now. Weird coincidence, right?" Mike tapped his chin. "Tell you what. You don't mind if we hit a bar right now, do you? Because I definitely, 100% need to get high. Or drunk. Or both." I blinked. My mom’s voice hissed in the back of my head, Drunkards shall not inherit the kingdom. "Uhm... I don't really drink. Like, ever."