Mom’s Drunk Again

Fbailey story number 384


Mom’s Drunk Again


I had been off getting into trouble as usual. My mother was a single parent with two teenage kids on her hands, a crappy job, and bills to pay.

I’m fifteen years old and I get to do just about anything I want to, as long as the cops don’t catch me.

My sister Evelyn is thirteen years old and a little brat. She snitches on me all the time even though Mom doesn’t punish me and I always get even with her.

Mom is a thirty-three-year-old woman with a great body. She got knocked up when she was seventeen years old and had me when she turned eighteen. Dad didn’t marry her but got her knocked up with Evelyn before he left her.

Once a week, usually on Saturday, Mom goes out bar hopping. She dresses like a cheap whore and goes out to get drunk, fucked, and have a good time. She is usually so drunk that she just crashes on top of her bed still in her clothes. Most times her panties are hanging from some lucky guy’s rearview mirror.

Evelyn ran into my bedroom and shook me as she said, “Mom’s drunk again.”

I swatted at her and she went back to own room. However, I lay there for a few minutes unable to go back to sleep.

I went into Mom’s bedroom and found her passed out on top of her bed as usual. I had told myself that the next time I could, that I would fuck her. That night was my first opportunity since I had turned fifteen and made myself that promise.

I shook Mom and all she did was moan. She was flat on her back so I started to pull her tight blouse up over her breasts exposing them to my gaze. I got one arm out of her sleeve and then the other. Finally I got it over her face and tossed it across the room. Mom had nice tits. I had seen them before but they were still nice. I played with them for a while like I used to with my Play-Doh when I was little. I pinched her nipples and heard her moan some more. Next I pulled her skirt down. It had an elastic waistband but I still had to get it out from under her ass, and that was a lot of dead weight.