Drunk Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

Then the movies changed. 'Taboo', 'Taboo II', 'Hot Sorority Girls', 'Father's Daughter', 'Licking Mom'. When I was done I had a stack of twenty DVDs. All but six were hardcore porno. Most involved sex with a parent or sibling. At the bottom of the box was a portable DVD player. "Thanks, Mom," I said as I choked up. I went over to hug her. "You're welcome, honey. I also got a power converter so that you can run it off the windmill batteries."

People would drink too much, knowing very well what would happen. “Should I take you home?” I asked. “No . . . no worries about me .. . yes, go away now!” He slurred as he said a bunch of rubbish. “Your mother is being such a bitch," Mason said, talking like he had been possessed by something I couldn't fathom. I ignored him and started walking away. “She knows he loves her, what's her deal?” He yelled out and started laughing. Being drunk was really embarrassing. Geez. I left wondering whom he spoke of. Who loved my Mum? Nah, I dismissed it. No one should take a drunk man's word seriously.

"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."

“Just that he was some macho guy she met at some rally. Screwed around all weekend, came home, saw him a few weeks later, and he didn’t even recognize her.” “That’s rough on any woman,” she said. “It’s what it is. The last thing I need is another parent in my life who can’t, you know, parent.” “It’s like you’re raising a toddler,” she said. “Which brings me to my point. We can’t give her drinks anymore at the bar.” “I know,” I said, sighing. “We really need to stop.” “No, I don’t mean this as a fun little ‘think about it’. I mean it has to stop.”

"Aleen." He says watching me as I take my seat at the dinner table, it feels stupid to have this duvet wrapped around me at the dinner table. If my mother could see me right now, she would probably burst a blood vessel chastising me on basic etiquettes. Fuck. My mother. I guess she would be doing more than throwing a tantrum at the fact that I am naked at dinner, or that I was going to eat greasy food at three in the morning. I am fucking her husband. My stepfather. He has done something irreversible to my brain chemistry with the way he makes me come. The way we fit perfectly when he is inside me. The sinful taboo of it all is the drug. And it is quite addictive. I don't stand a chance.

"That's enough for once, Gretta. I never taught you to drink alcohol." Well, what she teaches is not far from being nice, or I'll slap your face. I never thought that she could even feel that we shouldn't drink any type of alcohol other than champagne in minimal doses. Mom always thought that all those things were inappropriate for a woman. Women shouldn't get drunk. We should always be beautiful and elegant so that men would approach us. All she did was to attract men to her children, to generate more money and luxuries for them. I didn't resist; I just nodded and put my glass on the table. If I fought back, Mama wouldn't stop. She had a tendency to not give in to anyone to win, and it woul

She smiled as she exited, holding the doorknob. .……………………………………………………………………………. "Mama, why don't you hold my neck instead?" "You should not have drunk so much. The doctor has advised you not to touch it. Ellya supported her drunken mother as she walked into her room. "I know Ella, but those rascals insulted me. Me, Me the mother of a rockstar, wife of Michael stone a powerful businessman." "How could they. Rascals." She threw her sandals, drunk and unsteady, and fell onto the sofa.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

She chuckles, shaking her head. The sight of her putting her makeup on and getting dressed does nothing to relieve the tension in my cock and as soon as she leaves I retrieve the shoebox from the closet shelf. Inside I find, not only some DVDs, but also mom's vibrator and a large dildo. Damn, I wonder if mom meant for me to see these. There are three DVDs in the box; Sorority Sex Kittens, 5 Rooms and Taboo. Just from the covers, the first two look hot. My cock is still hard from watching my mom, so I only see about 15 minutes of the first DVD before I shoot my load. I scan through the rest of that DVD as well as the second one, trying to figure out what mom likes. The first two have a lot of