Mommy Drinks Alot - Sex Stories

Mommy Drinks Alot

Jeff thought it was cool right from the jump. And he was right. He couldn’t remember exactly when it had started but it had been a long, long time ago; his mother touching him, that is. For some reason lost to the past she had often been in his room holding him, rubbing his back, helping him to get to sl**p. Maybe he had been sick or had nightmares or was just afraid of the dark… but she was there. When the other stuff had started was just as vague to Jeff. She was certainly getting him hard long before he went to Mary Wilson Jr. High school. He remembered her in his old bedroom before they moved. Whenever the fun had really gotten serious, by the time he was fifteen, a big fifteen, he was always pleased to see her come into his room late at night, it was great. She was great. Jeff loved his Mom, loved the feel and smell of her, her smile, her touch….ohhhhhhh how he loved her touch, those long, warm, silk like fingers. Jeff and his mother Ann lived a comfortable life, opulent actually. An English Tudor home with six bedrooms, four baths, indoor-outdoor heated pool, a tennis court, and a four car garage, etc, etc. Jeff’s father, an international banker, had walked out years before but continued to provide, if perhaps a little reluctantly, a comfortable living for his ex-wife and son. They never saw him, just the checks from his lawyer. Jeff had always been aware that his mother was especially desirable. She was really pretty, more than pretty, she was a gorgeous woman; even as ...

... a young boy Jeff knew that. A straw colored golden blond with aqua green eyes, she had a perfect figure, a natural seductive look and a sexuality that just melted men and stiffened male cocks. She drew the attention of men who reacted to her tight clothing, aggressive glances and the delightful sway of her butt. Jeff noticed every bit of it. His Mom made him proud. It seemed to Jeff that the nightly visits became more frequent after his dad had left. Whatever that was all about, by the time he was ten she was playing with his cock for him and as he developed, she masturbated him two or three nights a week. Almost every Friday and Saturday when she got home from the country club he could count on her visit, provided she didn’t bring home a “friend”, and then perhaps one day during the week. The only thing that was more or less consistent was that she usually visited him when she had been drinking. And she drank often. During the earlier visits she would leave the lights off with just the light from the hall filtering into his room. She would always be in her underwear with a robe covering her. Ann would sit on the edge of his bed and softly ask him, “How is Mommy’s baby tonight?” Her voice would be a little thick and stilted with the effort of trying to sound sober; to the young man she sounded very sexy instead. Jeff would just say, “I’m good Mom. I was waiting for you to get home so you can make me feel good again.” After moving the blankets back she would run her hand over ...