A literotic sexstories: A Jug of Wine and Mom by OedipusRex ,
My first attempt here, so plz be kind 😉
I was 18 when it happened…just the one time, but the memory of it will stay with me a lifetime…
My mother was, and is, what you would call a functioning alcoholic. On most days, she would be fine, taking care of my brother and me in the morning, going to work a full day and come home to her wine in the evening. She managed to put away one of those gallon jugs every evening (one of the cheaper brands) before toddling off to bed. My dad worried about her sometimes, but it never seemed to interfere with her work…and my brother and I grew into fine, upstanding men, with a good work ethic and independence.
I should tell you that, growing up, my mother was a fox. Thin but curvy, with a mane of fiery, red hair. Of course, I never saw her as anything but a mom. Being the disciplinarian of the family, she had a glare, when she was angry, that could stop a rabid dog in his tracks. There were, however, a few times I noticed her shapely legs in jean cutoffs and the way her nipples poked through her t-shirt when she was chewing me out for misbehavior.
My dad was a professional photographer, taking freelance assignments all over the country. Often, he would have to leave at a moments’ notice, leaving us boys to fend for ourselves, while Mom worked.
At 18, I got my first real job, having decided against college. Working at a major hotel, I was making great money and decided it was time to leave the nest. I found my own apartment a few miles away from home. My dad seemed proud of me, as he helped me move into my new place. My mother, on the other hand, seemed sad to see me go. She put on a brave smile as she toured my new digs but I could see she was having a hard time letting go of her eldest son. As I hugged them both, I assured my mom that I would still be close if she needed me. It seemed to help a little.
I phoned my folks every weekend, talking mostly to Mom. I began to notice that her speech was getting more and more slurred. She would laugh or cry at nothing and tell me how much she missed her baby boy. Speaking to Dad once, while my mom was out of the room, I asked him if Mom was alright. A man of few words, he said that she seemed to be drinking more lately, but that he was keeping an eye on her.
A few months went by like this, and one night my phone rang and it was my dad. He told me that he had to leave for an assignment in Canada and would be gone for 2 weeks. He asked if I would check in on Mom while he was gone. With real concern in his voice, he admitted he didn’t like leaving her alone as her drinking had increased significantly. My brother was away with friends on a camping trip, so she would be home by herself.
I assured him that I would call and come over as much as I could, until his return.
The very next night, I returned from a grueling day at work at about midnight and crashed on my bed almost immediately. I was torn out of sleep about one in the morning, by the phone ringing. Groggily, I said hello.
There was loud breathing on the other end, followed by sobbing.
“Mom, is that you?” The crying sounded like her.
“Oh, honey…my baby boy…I miss you so much! When are you coming home?” More sobbing.
Never had I heard her this bad before. “Mom…Mom, listen to me. Stay right there, I’m coming over…”
“Really, Honey? But it’s so late…It would be so good to see you, though…Just feeling so lonely right now…” She sounded like she was fading out. Really worrying now, I threw on my sweat pants and a t-shirt and drove as quickly as the law and my beat-up clunker would allow.
Mom had had enough clarity to turn on the porch light…unfotunately, she also left the front door wide open, with her nowhere in sight. I bounded up the porch steps and into the hallway, shouting “Mom! Mom” over and over again. Finally, I located her in the lving room, slumped on the sofa. She was hugging an empty wine jug, some of it having spilled on her nightgown. The room reeked of cheap wine. Looking around the room, I spotted two more empties in the corner. Was this all from one night?
Mom half opened one eye and smiled a lopsided grin. “There’s my baby! You came!” She tried to sit up and fell back down giggling…then the giggles turned to sobs.
“I’m so sorry, baby!…so…sorry…Didn’t want you to see me like this…”
For the first time, I saw a frailty to my mother…it made her seem smaller and all I could think of was taking care of her. I quietly picked her up off the couch and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. Mom seemed to wake up a bit more as I laid her on the bed and she pulled me down to give my neck a strangling hug. “Thanks for coming, Sweetie! I’m alright, realy…I am.”
My caregiver instincts kicked in…”Mom, your nightgown is soaked and smelly…Let’s get you into a dry one.” I lifted her butt off the bed enough to slide the hem up over it, then pulled the whole flannel gown over her head.
For one brief second…two seconds?…five?…I saw my mother in another new light…as a sexy woman. She was wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties under her gown. My brain short-circuited as it switched from caring son to horny teenager and back again. The flash was enough for me to see that she had gorgeous breasts, with freckles on the cleavage and a slight tanline.
Mom’s sense of propriety kicked in just then and she covered herself with the dirty gown.
“No, baby…I’m fine…go on home…I can take care of myself just fine.”
I shook my head “Okay, Mom…You go ahead and get some sleep, but i’m gonna sleep in my old room tonight, just in case you need me.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Honey! That’s so nice of you…I’m gonna take a shower, then turn in…go get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.” She looked about to cry again. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight, trying to be reassuring. My hands, of course, now felt her bare back, only a piece of flannel between me and her naked front.
With absolutely no control, my hormones kicked in and went straight to my penis. As I stood back upright, my raging hard-on formed a huge bulge in my sweat pants…just inches from my mother’s face. The shock on her face must have been a mirror of my own. She quickly looked away and I mumbled good night and raced from the room.
In my bedroom, I stripped down to my boxers and flopped down on my old bed, face-down. I tried to will my cock to go down…It was late and I was exhausted, so I turned out the light and, before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.
I was jolted back to consciousness by a knock on my open door.
“Oh, Honey, I’m sorry to wake you…” She sounded a little more like herself, after her shower.
I sat up in bed and my jaw dropped. My room was dark, but the hallway lit my mother from behind. She was wearing a sexy, blue negligee with a long flowing skirt…the light from the hallway making it almost transparent. I could see her form clearly through the thin material as she leaned against the door frame.
“I know it’s a lot to ask after you’ve done so much, but…” she looked down shame-faced. “Do you think I could sleep in here with you? I-I’m just so lonely with your father gone and I think it would help having someone sleeping next to me.”
“Uhh…I guess so, Mom…I’m really beat so I’m just gonna crash anyway. Should be plenty of room.”
I turned on my side, away from her, to hide my aching erection. I had never been so turned on in my life, as I had seeing my own mother, looking like a centerfold in a magazine.
She padded softly to the bed and climbed under the covers. All I could think of was that I was in bed with a sexy woman, just inches away from me. Didn’t help my boner at all…uh-uh, no, sirree…
I was finally starting to fall asleep again, when I heard her crying softly.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I said, turning on my back. I could see this was gonna be a long night.
“I’m sorry, Honey…just so sorry that you had to see me like this. I know I have a problem with alcohol… I can usually keep it under control…But this time, when your dad left…I don’t know… I just started feeling so depressed and alone…and the more I drank, the worse it got.” Her tears fell fat and heavy now…and I couldn’t help but watch them as they rolled down her neck and disappeared into her exposed cleavage…
Mom had never confided in me this openly before…It made me feel more adult, more equal to her in some way. I was glad that I was the one who could comfort her. I put my arm around her and pulled her head down to my shoulder, just holding her tightly. She let out a heavy sigh and put her hand on my chest, hugging me back. Her hand began to rub my chest, fingertips caressing it gently. It felt good…too good.
She sighed again. “This is what I miss, when your father’s gone…just having him hold me like this…”
Almost reflexively, my hand started rubbing her back as I held her. I could feel the silky material sliding across her skin…no bra strap to get in the way…
Suddenly, I was aware that my mother’s breast -naked except for a thin layer of fabric- was pressed against my chest. I swear I could feel her nipple harden and poke me there!
I froze in place, hugging tight to her shoulder. Mom’s hand began to run up and down between my chest and stomach. It seemed I was holding my breath, as her hand slid lower each time. In horror, I could see my boner start to twitch under my boxers. I peeked down at my mother’s face to see if she noticed it, too. Fortunately, her eyes were closed. I tried to cross my legs over my erection, without disturbing her. If she would just fall asleep, I could extricate myself from this situation, before both us of were embarassed further.
My mom’s breath came out slow and steady…a sign that she was drifting off, I hoped.
“Ohh, ______” She mumbled my Dad’s name! “It’s good to have you home again!”
NOT a good sign!
Without thinking, I hugged her tighter, trying to get her to move her hand off my stomach. Instead, she let out a contented growl and kissed my neck. Her hand moved alright…right to the waistband of my shorts!
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