My mother and me
When I was a teenager my parents divorced and Mom quickly became a black out then pass out cold drunk. I hated Mom drunk like that because she was not the mother that I knew. She would hang on me telling me that I was just like my dad in everyway looks and personality. Late at night she would be in the kitchen drunk with the radio playing loud and she always wanted me to dance with her. She would take off her bra and panties in front of me from under her dress and I would think about catching … Read more