I wake up from hearing a loud sound from down stairs. I know it's my mother coming home from the bar. I rub my eyes and check the time on my night stand watch. It's past midnight. Mom?! Is it you?! No response. I hear you stumbling up the stairs, falling multiple times on her way up with loud crashes and drunken moans and sobs. She is so drunk.
I concentrate and climb the stairs towards the bathroom. My short black skirt is halfway pulled up from the tumble, my hair is a mess and my makeup is smeared over my face. My only mission is to find the toilet and piss. I got so drunk at the bar, puked in the taxi on my way home. I remember shamefully begging the female taxi driver to lick my pussy. She threw me out of the car outside our house. But I am also so fucking horny. Honey... It'sh mommy... I'm just tired baby.. I'm so drunk I'm having trouble speaking. I feel how my thighs and legs get warm and wet when I can't hold it any more and piss my self in the hallway. The hissing sound from my pussy as the piss flows into my panties and down my legs. I didn't make it to the bathroom. I grab the closest door and open. It's my son's bedroom, your bedroom.
I see you stumbling drunkenly into my room, I can smell alcohol, cigarettes and piss. As my eyes adjust to the darkness in my room I see pee soaking your skirt and legs. I rub my eyes and sit up in bed. The hovers pulled to the side and I'm only wearing a pair of boxers. My slender teenage frame on my bed in the dim moonlight. Mom, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night. I can't help but notice how big your tits look in her white tank top. And the smell of your urine is making me feel weirdly horny. But deep down I know I shouldn't think like that about my own mother.