The Night Mom Got Drunk
The events I'm going to describe took place nearly 40 years ago, but they still stand vividly in my mind - and are still among my favourite dreams when I masturbate. I grew up with my single mother, as my father left us when I was 6 and my mother was 26. Not that I missed him. My only recollections of him are those of a violent man, who would not control his temper, neither towards mom, nor me. When I turned into my teens I started to notice, what a gorgeous woman my mother was. Up till then...