Raising Peter, Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Raising Peter, Chapter 12

... I was there. This was the most of my Mother’s body I had ever seen and I tried to keep my mind on what I needed to do to help her but my wicked cock had other ideas I felt it tingle and start to stiffen a little. She waved the wine bottle in the air in a very reckless manner and slurred out, “FUCK HIM, FUCK THEM ALL.” She drank several swallows from the wine bottle. When she took the bottle down, she stared crying. I asked her what was wrong. I could hardly make out what she was saying because she was crying so hard but I finally made out that Dad had packed his bags and left her. I could tell she had been drinking a lot and she was really out of control. I offered to help her to bed but she refused. And raised the almost empty bottle of wine to her mouth and drained it. She attempted to stand but fell back on the couch and her dress slid a little higher up her thighs. I knew she was fucked up and needed some help but the only thing I could see was her great looking legs. I snapped back to the present when Mom shouted out, “THAT SORRY BASTERD, THE WHORE HOOPING, CRADLE ROBBER, and I HOPE HIS FUCKING DICK ROTS OFF.” She raised her head and looked at me. “Get me another fucking bottle of wine from the cabinet; I’m going to get really fucked up.” I did as she told me and when I returned and handed her the bottle, she turned it up and took a couple of big swallows then slumped back on the couch. I noticed she had unbuttoned two more buttons at the top of her dress and her ...

... cleavage was show. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help myself, no more than I could help my cock continuing to get harder. She was quite for a few minutes and I thought she had passed out. Then she lifted her head and in a very slurred voice said, “All these years I had to be so proper when my pussy was burning up and my tit’s ached to be sucked and I wanted a hard cock in my mouth but NO, I had to be the proper wife, straight laced and all that bullshit. Now that sorry fucker has left me for a fucking teenage slut“. “Just look at me now, old, falling apart and no one love me.” “That’s not true Mom, I love you and I think you’re beautiful and still look hot.” “What the hell do you know, you’re just a baby, you don’t know shit“. “Mom, while you weren’t looking, your little boy grew up but this is not the time to talk about that. You need to get to bed now and we can talk about this later.” “You’re just a kid, you don’t know shit,” she said again. She suddenly jerked open the top of her dress, pulled up her bra and let her tits drop out. “Just what the hell could a fucking boy like you do with a set of tits like these?” “Mom, I can do more than you might think and make you cum by the bucket full but this is not the time or place for that now. If you are interested when you sober up, we can talk then. Don’t let the fact I’m your son stand in your way, we’ve never been that close as mother and child.” “Yeah, yeah, talk your shit Little Peter. That is the perfect name for you, ...