Drunk Mom Taboo Novels & Stories

Magda considered the vast quantity of martinis were keeping her mother preserved like one of those fetal pigs in the bio lab. “Yes, we. I will be staying here tonight to ensure you do not attempt any more foolish endeavors to sneak out to a party and engage in further underage drinking, dancing like whores,” her mother pronounced the ‘wh’ in whores like it was a whistle, “or whatever other debauchery your so-called friends are pulling you into. I raised you better. You are an Onassis and you forget the world is watching.” “Can I just say –” Sienna interrupted.

“I didn’t find out about it until this afternoon, which is why – ” “That’s fine, honey. Have fun – just be careful, okay?” “Okay, Mom.” “Don’t drink anything unless it’s out of a bottle or a can, or you see where it comes from. I don’t want anyone roofie-ing you.” “Nobody’s going to roofie me, Mom.” “And don’t give your drink to anybody when you go to the bathroom. Just take it with you.” “I’m not even going to be drinking, Mom! Not alcohol, anyway – ”

Asher and I traded glances, then my mother cleared her throat. “Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, honey.” She chimed in, pretending she knew nothing about this mess. “But it’s a taboo! How can the two of you be so careless about crossing those lines?” He demanded, eyes boring into Asher and me. “We just need to make sure it never happens again. We can’t exactly erase what already happened, can we?” my mom murmured. Still, my father showed no sign of buying the excuse. “It won’t happen again.” Asher added, and I nearly rolled my eyes at the pure lie.

This time around, my moan was so loud that it earned a soft chuckle from my mom. Heat rushed to my face at my mom’s reaction, but I was far too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed. I averted my gaze towards the other side of the bed and saw that my mom’s legs were spread wide open as she was getting her pussy eaten by Mr. Frank, and at the same time a pillow had been pressed over her face, a silent means of suppressing my mom’s moans. The sight was taboo and hot, and it made my stomach twist because I was watching my mom get claimed, her legs spread for another man while I was getting claimed by his daughter.

Which isn't the truth, of course. "My mom has always obsessed about finding the right woman for me," Hero blurts out without warning. "I think it's in our genes to be like that but I don't see myself doing that to any of my future kids. I mean, my Uncle Rube went through hell because of his father obsessing over the same thing. At least, that's what Mama told "What kind of hell are we talking about here?" The Interviewer checks the very empty restaurant while calculating the distance between their table in the farthest corner of the resto and the serving counter where all the servers were. After he's sure that no one can possibly hear them, he then decides to answer Lyra's question.

I picked up the acoustic guitar and sang “Titties and beer.” The crowd cheered and some sang along. I switched cords when I sang “Don’t look now your mom’s got her boobs out, showing everybody in town, faces turning red, we were wishing we were dead there were people standing around, yeah when mommas got to drinking there ain’t much thinking there’s nothing anybody can do I just hope and pray there never comes a day when mommas out drinking with you! I like my women like I like my chicken with a little bit of fat on the end, not too much not too little just enough to make me grin.”

oh "I mean I can't be a mum. My mum was a disaster. A complete train wreck. When she wasn't letting my father toss her around she was drowning herself in booze. She could barely function and.... oh God, what if I turn into her? I can't be a mum, Ava, I just can't"

Grey. As far back as I can remember, I haven't allowed myself to get drunk since I heard that Camilla was pregnant, I wanted to be the best father for my baby. Apparently, that’s what thoughtful, responsible, well-adjusted dads do when they welcome a child into the world — drown themselves in alcohol. But then, Camilla had made it quite difficult for me to bond with the unborn child.

He was too embarrassed. "Did you kiss Zee back, Fletcher"? Alex asked him and he snapped his head up. "Was it Zee? Fuck me. What the hell did I do, Alex"? He was regretting. He was blaming himself. "Fletch, listen to me. I know it won’t be a complete excuse to take away your guilt. But you were drunk. And it wasn’t your fault at all. And it actually isn’t the issue to be worried... What we have to sort is how to deal with Zee. It’s wrong Fletcher. Emerson won’t tolerate it. And your family. Friends. This is forbidden, Fletcher. It’s Taboo". He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter.

When she looked the following evening, the story was on the same page, but not on the same line. He had looked at it! But how much had he read? The piece of the story on the screen had the mother on her knees in the kitchen while her son held onto her head and fucked her sucking mouth. After he blows his load and she swallows, she says, "Oh, baby, I've wanted to do that for so long!" To which he replies, "Me, too, Mom! Let's go in your bedroom and fuck!" Even if James had not scrolled off the page, he should still have gotten the gist of what his mother was reading about. But would that be enough to break the taboo-ice?