Drunk Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

like mom, she also began to advise me and it happened. Normally, it is a very well-known fact that when a person gets too drunk, they end up blurting things that they never would have dared to speak being sober and those things are so true that no one could take it to be a drunk man’s bluff. That’s what happened to me. My depressed face had resurfaced somehow and I badly wanted to scream my heart out to my mom though I knew it was the worst time to do that!!! “Mom, you have any idea what is happening in my life?? You have any idea why I’m so fucked up?” I asked her in semi crying tone and she, upon hearing me blurting things out, didn’t even dare to start the car and utilized the chance to u

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.

"My parents and your parents- All they know is I had a habit of drinking. And yea, I told your mum. But they don't know the severity of my problem. Maybe, your mum would have reacted differently if she knew the severity but I was very surprised when she let out a delighted laugh at my guilty face when I confessed to her. I mean if it was Bangalore or Mumbai- it's different. But in Tamil Nadu- I know a girl with such a habit is taboo especially a Middle-class girl like me. But your mother did not seem bothered by it. I dare say, she actually took it way better than my mother did. It took my mother forever to even come to terms with it… but she never accepted it to this day." Sindhu let out a

He was the living proof that our parents’ marriage had wrecked both our lives stealing my space, my peace, turning the house into a battlefield of slammed doors and sharp words. “Mom, am I allowed to drink alcohol now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual even though the resentment was thick in my throat. She hesitated, glancing at my stepdad like his permission actually mattered. He chuckled and shrugged. “Of course princess, She’s now eighteen. One drink won’t hurt, right?” “Of course dad, it won’t,” I forced a smile as I went to the counter for a drink.

*********************** *ARTURO* The party was in full swing, not looking like it was going to die down any time soon and my Mum was having a great time, I walked about giving out hugs and saying goodnight, it was time to head home and cuddle my girlfriend, she should be snug in bed by now, having dropped her slightly inebriated father home, he had drunk more than usual but with our team winning I am surprised we are not all drunk as skunks. What a silly saying that is, 'Drunk as Skunks', I wonder where that came from?

I wanted to say it to Fred but I just chose to nod. "Okay, let's go! Let's hang out! I know you won't leave me alone." "That's my Knight! Let's go!" — Fred brought me here to the club. Probably, he wants to drink again. "Hey dude! Don't drink too much again okay? Your mom is really gonna kill me. " "Well, it was really your fault. You're the one who brought me here. " My mom's most hated habit of mine is drinking. Because when I'm drunk, I'm really drunk. I'm a sobber.

Thalia “Mom?” I shouldn’t have drunk a lot, even my voice sounded weird to me. “It’s three pm in the afternoon, have you been drinking?” Trust my mom, nothing gets past her. “Mom, I am an adult so I can do whatever I want.” I slurred. “What is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a thorn in our flesh? What did we do wrong to birth? How did we go wrong raising you?”

Quinn said to Will, “If you dare to drink, Mom will sell all the fine wine we have at home.” Quinn enjoyed drinking as well, but her tolerance was rather low. Her mother did not allow her to drink, emphasizing that she was a girl and that her poor alcohol tolerance could lead to accidents.

We were both a bit hungover, but that’s not what I saw in his eyes. “It was a drunken mistake.” Wasn’t it? We were practically strangers with an attraction. Nothing more, right? “It doesn’t matter how much you had to drink, that was what you did. Drinking is not an excuse to wipe everything away in the morning.” Mom and her lessons—drinking doesn’t absolve actions. Though, the situation was a little extreme for a lesson, in my view. “This . . . Mom, I’ve known him for two days.” Did she really want me to go with an unknown man?