Mommy Drinks Alot - Sex Stories

Mommy Drinks Alot

... come and gone over the years of course, but none had hung around very long. Not until Arthur, a man that enjoyed drinking as much as she. At first she had still satisfied Jeff once or twice a week, but even that soon became less frequent. He could read the writing on the wall. Soon it would be over. Jeff couldn’t, wouldn’t accept that. It seemed that Ann was busy every night now and eventually Jeff just never saw his mother late at night. Day by day Jeff became more and more jealous of his mother’s new friend, and her favors he no longer shared. Now there was a new pattern. Some nights she came home alone very late and d***k. She would just go straight to her bed and sl**p, evidently well fucked. Other nights she came home earlier, d***k and with Arthur. There was no mistaking the origins of the rhythmic noises or cries of passion coming from her bedroom. He could hear his mother shouting, “Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!” and Arthur growling, “Suck my dick, you god damned slut whore!” and other such things. One thing was evident to Jeff, she didn’t mind the verbal abuse from Arthur. Indeed, to Jeff, Arthur’s harsh words seemed to excite her even more. If he had said anything like that to her, he knew he would have his face slapped. He also knew that Arthur was right, his mother was a slut whore. Jeff drank and fumed… fumed and drank and started to plan. He actually thought about killing her or Arthur or both. That idea, although a satisfying fantasy was of course dumb and ...

... Jeff was not dumb. He began to think of serious plans. Then he decided on a course of action and moved to implement it. The following Saturday he placed a mini-cam over her bedroom door pointing at his mother’s bed. He had previously recorded on his PC her last few nightly visits in his bedroom. She would be surprised by her own aggressiveness toward her son when she viewed them later. He had expected to use the videos as jack off material, but the salacious videos might be more than that now, much more. That night Jeff, with a bitter smile had a double scotch and waited for his mother to come home. The club closed at two on Sat /Sunday AM. He heard her car in the garage at two fifteen. He waited nude, half d***k himself at the end of the dark hallway. In a few minutes she stumbled into the hall then into her room. She was alone. Jeff moved and stood in the shadows outside her open door while he watched her pull off her clothes. One by one Ann dropped the individual pieces on the floor. As soon as he saw her magnificent tits, his cock jumped to attention. She walked into the private bath. Jeff could see her in the full length mirror sitting on the toilet, her tits slowly swinging and her eyes half closed with her hair hanging limp. He could hear the piss drain from her, splash and drip into the bowl. His mind moved over the thoughts of the last few weeks. The fucking slut bitch had abandoned him. She had stopped sharing her body with him. She had stopped sucking his cock. She ...