Get 'Mom' drunk

“Ask me to go get a bottle of wine for dinner,” thinks Billy.

“You know, if we have to eat leftovers we might as well have wine with it,” she says. “Would you go get a bottle from the cellar? I know your father left quite a lot down there. I’m not much of a drinker, but it’s a shame to waste it and for some reason I feel like drinking tonight.”

“No problem, ‘Mom’,” Billy says, thinking she should take her bra off while he was gone. “I’ll be right back.”

There wasn’t nearly as much wine as his erstwhile mother thought there was down there. Heather had been taking bottles from the back since before his dad had even died and had stepped up her drinking once he was gone. Still, Billy was the only one who knew where his dad had hidden the hard stuff.

Prying up a floor board, Billy pulled out a big bottle of Irish whiskey.

“Well, ‘Mom’ if you’re not much of a drinker, you’d best make it count when you do drink,” he said to himself.

“Here you go,” he said when he returned to the table, filling the glass of the woman he had always called his mother with straight whiskey, at the same time looking down her blouse to confirm she had indeed removed her bra. He had always felt guilty about how much he enjoyed the sight of her big, firm boobs. Now that he knew she wasn’t his real mother and he had this power, that wasn’t a problem any more. “You know, now that you’ve admitted you aren’t my real mother, I might as well call you Zoe.”

“Oh, sure, why not?” she said. “What kind of wine is this, anyway? I’ve never seen an amber wine before.”

“It’s Irish,” Billy told her. “Drink up! You’ll love it!”

Zoe did as she was told, gulping down the neat whiskey just as he willed her too. She gasped, her eyes watering, but she smiled broadly.

“I love it!” she exclaimed and took another gulp.

Billy took his seat and poured himself a glass, though he sipped his own drink judiciously.

“So, tell me, Zoe,” he said. “Why did you keep my adoption secret all these years?”

“I dunno!” she said, gulping down the last of her drink and holding it out to him for more, which he gladly provided. “Yer dad neber wanned anybuzy to know tha’ he couldn’t get it up no more affer the assident, wish is why he neber tol’ ya. An’ then affer he died, I gesh I didn’ wanna bother wif any emosunal outburst you might have. I mus’ say, you’re taking all this bezzer than I espected. Gosh, this wine is really strong! –gulp- I think I may be a lil’ tipsy maybe.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Zoe,” Billy assured her, refilling her glass again. “It’s about time we relaxed and got to redefine our relationship”

“Wha’dya mean?” she asks.

“Well, I think the real reason you never told me is that you don’t trust yourself,” Billy said. “You’re so damned horny from being married to a eunuch all these years, and here I am, a virile young man that you can’t help but want to have fuck your brains out. You’ve tried so hard to deny your urges, to suppress your raging libido, to ignore your irresistible desire to have my hard cock inside you.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide and she tried to deny it, but Billy willed her to believe it was true and she shuddered with sudden arousal.

“You hid it for a long time, Zoe,” he said. “I always knew there was something strange about the way you acted towards me, but I never would have thought my own mother was wetting her panties over me. But you slipped up and told me you weren’t my real mother and know I know that you’re just a desperately horny, underfucked MILF. And now you’ve gone and gotten yourself drunk and you’ve lost all self control.”

Zoe slammed down her glass, eyes afire, and yelled out “Iss true! Oh god, iss true! I’m so fucking horny! So many years, wanting you, dreaming about you! Oh god, Billy! Fuck me! Fuck me right here on the table!”

She stood, knocking her chair back, and ripped open her blouse, making her tits jiggle chaotically. She fumbled with the fly of her jeans, her eyes never leaving Billy as she pulled them down.

“I need it, Billy!” she pleaded. “I need your cock! There’s nothing stopping us! No reason we shouldn’t fuck like bunnies!”

She scrambled drunkenly onto the table top, pushing dishes and food off the edge uncaring as she crawled toward her erstwhile son.

“Please, Billy!” she said. “Please! Zoe needs a shagging!”

Billy smiled at the **** drunken slut he had once called Mom.

“It’s a tempting offer,” Billy said. “But I have some conditions.”

Zoe pouted and waited to learn what it was going to take to get Billy to fuck her.