Look At Her Go! Exclaimed Ron. He Was Riding Shotgun And Stared Fascinated At Lucy, My Wife. I Chuckled.

“Look at her go!” Exclaimed Ron. He was riding shotgun and stared fascinated at Lucy, my wife. I chuckled.

“Yeah, she’s an animal these days. She has responded so well to the alcohol conditioning I done to her, and all the triggers to drink she has these days are rendering her complete helpless. It’s a lot of fun. She will do absolutely anything you want her to, as long as you either offer her alcohol, or threaten to take away her access to alcohol. It is also fun to hear her try to offer to do outlandish things if I just help her to another bottle when she’s too drunk to crawl.”

Ron looked hungry and suddenly mean. “You let me do that to her?”

Now, I laughed. “Yes of course, why do you think I made her like this if I didn’t plan to share her with friends?Now, be mean to her, I know you like that.”

Ron thought a few seconds, then he shouted to Lucy: “Hey, bitch! Stop drinking. You are a drunk fucking whore so do what I say, or I take your booze.”

Lucy froze. She lowered the bottle from her lips and looked scared. “Please, please… don’t take it. I be good.” Her voice was hoarse and faded. But she needed so much before she couldn’t talk these days, so she didn’t sound as drunk as I knew she was.

“I want you to show me your cunt and shove that juice bottle in. When if stretches you bad in front of me, I want you to drink until you can’t get more down.”

Lucy did not hesitate to follow the instructions.

Keep chugging bb

Life feels more “right” the more beta I internalise. However, while I know feet are a common beta kink, it is one of few kinks that never done it for me.

I put my thumb in front of her tits, and continued to jerk. 🙈

Self censor

Absolutely wonderful story.l! It badly made want to drink along. ❤️

Not the Step-Alcoholic, but the Alcoholic who Stepped Up - Part 1

Notice: This one includes some kinks I don't normally write, so be warned. Also, it's really long and only the first of at least two parts. I'm writing this for ME.

Normally I try to write write gender neutral leads but this one is explicitly a cis woman, just so you know.

cw: fauxcest, alcoholism, piss

You and your dad had never been close. He was always kind of a distant asshole, and when your parents got divorced shortly after you left for college it was more of a relief than anything.

You would never begrudge your beloved mother's choice to leave on a world tour after that. You talked on the phone for a couple of hours before she left. She'd spent 20 years feeling pinned down and trapped, and she was making up for lost time.

You absolutely DID begrudge your father's decision to begin dating immediately after the papers were finalized. In fact, you weren't sure he waited. The girlfriend who started popping up in his facebook posts seemed way too close to him to have only been seeing each other a few weeks. This hunch of yours was backed up when your father married her before your second semester was up.

You didn't hate Angelina, or Lina as she insisted everyone call her. You hated the idea of her. Your father had managed to land a bubbly, busty younger woman, making himself a mid-life crisis stereotype. And she was appallingly young: not quite your age, but 20 years younger than your mother, so only 10 years older than you. And she was always, always drunk.

Not in a way that was extremely obvious, usually. She wasn't a stumbling, drooling, wreck. But you could tell. You could smell the booze every time she threw her arms around you. Whenever you had to spend time with her, she would gradually get louder and more flushed no matter what you were doing--she had a water bottle she liked to carry that you suspected did not contain water. But every so often, she would go overboard in a truly spectacular way. At Lina and your father's wedding, there had been an open bar at the reception. They didn't check IDs, so you had made generous use of it, but you had nothing on Lina.

For one thing, she wasn't sober when the reception started. Her extravagant bridal suite provided champagne, and she'd had a glass in hand the whole four hours she and her bridesmaids (including you) got ready. By the time the ceremony started, she was flushed and giggling, but that was easily passed off as bridal joy. Her water bottle had appeared during the photos. By the time you walked into the reception dinner, you could tell she was only walking straight by leaning against your father, who hardly looked upset to have a sloshed woman in a low cut white dress pressing her tits into his arm.

Then things really started. Celebratory champagne toasts to begin, then wine with dinner, then the dancing started and the bar opened. You managed to fade into the background with a gin and tonic in hand and enjoy getting tipsy by yourself in the corner while the adults lost control, stealing back into the crowd only when you needed a refill. Lina's friends ordered round after round of celebratory shots. Lina, slurring and leaning over the bar so far her tits practically fell out of her dress, had asked the bartender to make her a long island iced tea. She had been so impressed with the result that she ordered three more in quick succession, yelling her order louder each time. After the second one, she was grinding on your father on the dance floor like a slut. She missed the third one and knocked it onto the bar, your father had to grab the fourth one and hand it to her to make sure she had a grip on it. You'd never seen a woman behave like this in public.

Then Lina found you. "SHWEEEETIE!!" she had crooned, spotting you in your corner. She tottered and wove over to you, heels clacking unevenly across the floor. She collapsed into the chair next to you, drink in hand. Her sleeveless, short white reception dress had ridden up so you could see the edges her matching white panties. Her tits were practically jiggling over the neckline, though you thought that might be by design. There was a little bit of drool going from her chin onto her tits. She grabbed your hand clumsily and leaned in to land a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek. She absolutely reeked of booze. She was grinning like a lunatic.

"Youuuuuu shhouldz. Call me mmom now!!" she giggled, swinging your joined hands around. You managed to stop her from knocking over your glass before dropping her hand.

"I already have a mom." you replied coldly. You wanted to get up and walk away, but you suspected she'd just follow you. You figured if she was this drunk, it would only be a few minutes before she got distracted or passed out. You would just have to suffer through it. You took a sip of your drink and prepared to ignore her. That proved impossible.

"Zheennnn calls me mommyyyyyy!!!" she cried, and threw her legs over your lap, startling you. "Yous dontsh have mommyyy do you?" With her legs sprawled over you, you could see her panties in their entirety. There was a wet spot on the white satin over her crotch. You shivered.

This was what you hated about Lina most of all. She was frighteningly, devastatingly hot. You hated that you must have inherited your taste from your dad. Everything about her made you dizzy with horniness. Her soft, thick, creamy thighs that you could now tell framed an obviously fat and unshaven cunt, dripping wet from being drunk. Her enormous, bouncing, soft tits, too soft to be augmented, just a freak of genetics. The way her ass jiggled when she walked. Her soft eyes, her long hair, her perfectly painted nails--even her drunkenness. The first time you had realized just how drunk she was, and how often, your panties had flooded. Now, with her fuckwasted slurring drunk in your lap and three gin and tonics in your belly, you were sure there was a wet spot on your panties to match hers. You had to focus, you needed out of the situation.

"I'm not a kid, Lina," you replied. You touched her thigh to try and push her legs off you, but she just whined in a way that made you freeze and pull your hand away. She smiled lazily at this.

"Ohhhhh I knowww shweetie." She replied. "You're...a...a womanz for szhure." She ran her hand over your belly and around your waist. Her clumsy touch lit a fire in your cunt. This was really, really bad, but you couldn't think of a way to leave without causing a scene. "Whant schome?" Lina asked you, holding out her drink and waggling it at you. You took the glass from her hand so she wouldn't drop it, then took a polite sip before setting it on the table. It was stronger than you expected and you grimaced, which made her laugh.

"How do you drink that stuff?" You asked. "It's vile."

"I shink itszz DELICIOUS~!" she replied. "But..." she giggled and waved you in closer, as though she wanted to share a secret. You obliged and leaned towards her. "...I fucckinnnn... looooooooves zhe tasts of boooooooze." She was trying and failing to stage whisper, but there was no one around you. She giggled and continued. "Zhe taaaste makesh me.....hornyyyy." she managed to actually whisper that last word before erupting into laughter, her soft thighs shaking against you. You could barely resist running your hands up them. She probably wouldn't remember if you did...but no good risking it.

"Scpeaknig of boooooze..." she reached for her glass, but clearly she was having a hard time. She missed by a mile. "Whooopsh!" she yelled, then laughed. "Schweetieeee when did you put thrreee glasses there?!" she asked, then laughed uproariously.

This was so funny to her that she collapsed backwards onto the next chair giggling furiously. Her barely contained tits popped out of her dress. They were even more beautiful than you had imagined, with tight pink areolas and enormous nipples. She didn't seem to notice they were on display. She slowly, clumsily, laboriously pulled herself back into a seated position using the chair and tables for support, finally and mercifully pulling her thighs out of your lap. She reached for the glass again, and missed again. It didn't seem she found it funny this time.

"Helpsh...helpsh youur mommy, schweetie?" she slurred, looking at you pitifully.

You did the only thing your horny brain would let you. You grabbed the glass and held the drink to her mouth. After a moment of drunkenly thrusting her face at the glass, her numb lips found the straw and closed around it. She drank deeply and quickly, evidently determined to finish the whole drink in one go. Her eyes went crossed as she swallowed and swallowed. As you watched your wasted drunk new 'mommy' chug booze from a straw, lips pursed and glazed eyes crossed at the effort, massive tits out and dangling in front of you, panties on display, determined to get even drunker than she already was, the bottom of your stomach tightened into a knot. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, and you hated that.

When the glass was finally empty, she pulled away, stared into space for a moment, then dropped her face onto the table. She grabbed her own tits and began squeezing them almost absentmindedly. "Dhazz fuggin gooooood...." she moaned, tweaking her own nipples. "Fugggg...." she trailed off into silence. Her glazed drunk eyes fluttered shut. Even with her thighs out of your lap, you could still see her panties clearly. Her legs were splayed wide and her dress was now just a ring of white fabric around her waist. As you watched, a stream of piss appeared from out of her already stained white panties, filling up the seat and running down her legs. She groaned as she pissed and squeezed her tits tighter, eyes still shut. You took that as your cue to leave.

On your way out of the reception, you managed to grab a bottle of gin from the bar while the bartender was distracted by Lina's drunk friends. You drank directly from the bottle as you walked. It was a quarter gone by the time you got back to your room, which you blessedly had to yourself. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you turned up the gin bottle and chugged. You didn't bother to get undressed, just popped your tits out of your dress and started squeezing. You knelt on the floor in the entryway and frantically pulled up your skirt to slip a hand into your panties, rubbing your soaking wet cunt and pinching your nipples as the booze hit you in a rush. You paused touching yourself only to desperately chug more booze. When the bottle was 3/4 gone, your brain was melted and you began slurring to yourself.

"Mommy....fugggg....mommy gonna....wanna cum, wanna.....make mommy cum....."

The image of your father's wife, passed out blackout drunk with her tits out in a puddle of her own piss was burned into your mind. It made your pussy burn, it made your stomach tighten, it made you desperate for a drink. And alone in your room, you gave in. You imagined getting her another drink, waking her up to pour it into her mouth, slipping your hands into her piss stained panties and sucking on her tits while she moaned and slurred incomprehensibly, helping her back to your room, staggering into the hotel elevator with her ass and tits out for the world to see, helping her collapse into your bed and plying her with more booze, touching her until she came and pissed the bed, guiding her numb drunk hands to your tits and cunt as she hovered on the edge of consciousness....

You came harder than you ever had in your fucking life. And you hated it.

This is what friendship is for.

You meet up with a friend, they come to your place with a bag full of cans of beer, youre not ready to leave yet but you also still got some time.

After greeting you with a hug and a warm smile they tell you „were leaving for lunch in 1 hour, i hope youre thirsty cause youre finishing these before we leave, alright? If you do ill pay for your meal.“ you think theyre kidding, but theyre dead serious and hand you the can. „No way haha ill be wasted by the time we leave!“ „trust me. Youre gonna drink what i tell you to.“

the thought secretly gets you kinda turned on and really, it seems fun so you open the first can and chug the whole thing, easy.

You chug another before the shower, while showering you start to feel them hit and feel slightly more relaxed and happy, a bit dizzy too, but its barely anything, at this point youre convinced itll be fine.

After getting out the shower you go to your room where your friend is, wearing just your underwear and a towel. Your friend tells you you need to hurry up and opens 2 more cans of beer. „Come on, we only have 30 minutes and you only had 2, you gotta finish these right now dude.“ „alright, alright, chill out haha“ you chug one and then have to take a break to burp from the carbonation, then chug half of the next, your belly feels pretty full.

Then you put on the clothes you put out and make some small talk about your week, while your friend opens another can and hands you the half finished one. You finish it off in a couple gulps then get a couple solid sips of the next once its empty.

„Honestly what possessed you to ask me to do this? Its so [burp]- sorry its so dumb haha“ youre feeling your face get warm and that familiar dizziness set in. „I think im [burp]- sorry im starting to sorta feel it..“ „Hah bet you cant finish these then!“ your friend shoves the almost finished beer towards you and you have an easy time finishing it. Then one more, and one more after putting on your shoes, before you get out the door.

Walking towards your friends car your belly feels really bloated and full from the 7 beers you had in one hour. Youre dizzy and your body feels loose, your heads swimming and youre properly drunk now, swaying and almost stumbling multiple times. „Hic- you got me drunk dude howm i meanta have Hic- lunch withya now?“ you stumble into the car and drop heavy into the front seat „SHODGUN!“ you yell while giggling. „Well were driving for a bit, theres some more beers you gotta drink these till were there“ your friend doesnt really care about you embarrassing yourself.

You spot the bag from before in between your feet, 3 more beers inside. Youre squinting and you cant tell but your eyes are almost completely crossed and youre flushed and have a loose, drunk perma-grin on your face. You clumsily grab after a can, your hand slapping against it and grabbing onto it, you sway forward and backward, hiccup once, twice and then open the can and chug, dropping it on your belly once its empty. Whend you slide down in your seat? „Hic- swhen do we gedd there again?“ „in about 15 minutes, so hurry haha, or… are you giving up?“ your friend asks teasingly.

„Nope hic- [burp] mnod givin up! Im 'onna finish these beers i can do id dude hic- trusd me!“ you open another can wastedly spilling some down your chin. Your arm drops heavily on your stomach, head lolling forward, you squint your eyes to see the last can, your booze filled belly bouncing with each hiccup. You chug the can, burping loudly. You groan, everythings spinning and youre totally wasted. Your friend laughs in the drivers seat, looking at how sloshed you got yourself at little prompting …

[part 2 abt how lunch goes later]

This is a lovely sentiment that I really take to heart.

Self discovery is an important part of this journey we are all on, that we call life. It is a very personal intimate thing, that can take a lot of time to truly reveal itself. I don’t want you to have to struggle through this process, so I’ll simplify the process by TELLING YOU who and what you are. This way you don’t have to hurt yourself thinking, and I can produce a better obedient beta male. You are an INCEL creep beta loser. I tell you this often, for a reason. I want it to SINK IN. And guess what? Incel creep goons don’t have limits. Why? Because it’s in the title. You are a creep LOSER. No girl is off limits to you, especially FAMILY. Girls are porn, and porn is your fuel, right? So why limit yourself to just women online you don’t know, when you are surrounded by beautiful women within your own family? It doesn’t make any sense to do so. Be the creep I know you really are. Stalk your mom, sister, cousin, aunt, ETC social medias, EDGE and GOON. Develop new triggers and make this pathetic addiction(s) WORSE! 😏 - J🌸