And then she started snoring. I thought it was because my Dad was overbearing and controlling. She was stretched out on the sofa with the blanket around her legs, settled in for the movie and I hoped, to drift off to sleep too. No way. Then me, then Bob.
Drunken mom and her sons
Mark sat himself back down again, his eyes once more returning to his mothers legs, leaning forward slightly he tried to see up her skirt, but her position was such that he could see no further than the lower swell of her thighs.
Tag: drunk mother
As we continued, Dad talked absently to the other woman and paid no attention to me and Mom in the back seat. What if I overdosed her? I went to the university before she got up, I got home at 2pm.