Getting sober

"You want some of that stud?" I smiled giving my plump forty-one-inch ass a sexy little wiggle as James pulled up my sundress and nibbled my ear as I stood at the kitchen counter.

"Yes, I do." James chuckled giving my ear lobe a kiss and a teasing lick.

I had James three days after I turned sixteen with the man I loved and adored till he died sixteen years later destroying my world.
For almost two years I hid from the world drowning myself in wine and bourbon, leaving James to pretty well raise himself.

I will admit I was a terrible mother and a sloppy drunk.

It was a Thursday morning when my life changes for good and the better.

As typical, I woke with a pounding headache. But, I had made it to the living room couch this time.

In my still drunk in the state, I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings. I wanted a drink.

I didn't care that it was almost one in the afternoon and that the sun was up and the birds were singing.
I had to pee and I needed a drink to cure my headache.

Going to the cabinet. I found it empty. I didn't remember drinking it. But, that didn't mean anything.
Then I moved to my closet. Nothing.
As I searched the house I became angrier and angrier. I knew I wasn't that dry. I would never let that happen.

"James goddamned you." I seethed under my breath knowing he was behind this.
To say I was pissed was an understatement.

This whole time I never noticed the dishes were done, the floors swept, and the laundry was folded and hung up.
My house looked immaculate.
Nothing was out of place. It looked like the days before my husband had passed.
Curtains opened, clean windows.

No, I wanted my bottle of bourbon to get my day started.

I started searching for my phone. Which I could not find. Which didn't surprise me. I had lost several.
But, It only added to my problems.
Then I went for my car keys. No, go there either. I couldn't find them either.
I couldn't find a damned thing I needed to go get another bottle.

So I walked out to my car, knowing I always kept a bottle in there.
Nope, it was gone also.

I thought of walking to town. But, it was too far.

I hated James. I hated everyone and everything. I couldn't believe James would do this to me. Why was he being this way?

James and I live on the farm his father and I had bought years earlier from Davids's parents. It's not much. A little five hundred acre plot. But, it provides us with everything we need.
Our closest neighbor is over a mile down the road and it's ten miles back to town.

As I searched the house for even a sip in walked James.
I didn't say a word to him or even look at him. I hated him. I hated him with every inch of my soul.

Like his father. James is tall and strong built. Broad shoulders, square jaw, hazel colored eyes, and black hair.
Also, like his father he is easygoing. But, when he's had enough.
Unlike his father. James is a bull and stubborn.
James is one of the people that demands respect just by his presence.
Women swoon over him. Always have since he was a young boy.

"It ain't in there," James said in his gentle tone as I dug through the pantry throwing canned goods on the floor.

"Fuck you!" I growled standing and glaring at him as I moved to the closet.

"Not there either." James smiled at me with that sexy little crooked grin of his.

"Where are my fucking keys!" I seethed looking James in the eye ready to fight.

"Put away," James said with that same sexy little crooked grin.

"Give them to me know!" I almost yelled thinking I would intimidate him. Which I should have known better.

"No." Is all James said as he turned and headed for the kitchen.

Now I stand 5'4" tall and James stands an even six foot. I weigh 180 pounds. Yes, I'm a chubby. James weighs at about 225.
See where I'm going with this.

In my drunken, hungover state I wasn't thinking clearly and let my anger get the better of me.

Across the room, I came and jumped on James scratching, clawing, and swinging with all my might. I did knock James to the floor. But, that was short-lived.
Before I know it James was on top of me with my hands pinned down and I was defeated in a short lives battle.

"Listen here Alice," James growled at me with rage in his sexy eyes. "Enough. We are not gonna do this. Do you understand me?" James said in a low hard tone.

"Fuck you. I hate your fucking guts. You no good cocksucker." I screamed at James trying to get him off me.

"I've had all your shit I'm gonna take," James growled as he stood up pulling me with him.
I was doing all I could to fight back. But, that was it. I didn't have the strength or power to overcome James.
Throwing me over his shoulder. Out the back door, we went as I kicked, screamed, and fought. To no avail.

Once outside James set me down in the grass. Well, it was more like he plopped me down.

"You wanna tear things up. You do it out here." James said in his normal calm tone looking me square in the eye.

I should have stopped there. But, no. I was angry and I wanted a drink and I didn't like being forced to do something.

Standing up and stopping close to James I looked him in the eye with a challenging glare.
Then I slapped him as hard as I could in the face.
To my surprise, he slapped me back before I could finish my swing.

"Now, stop. I can hit a whole lot harder and we are not gonna do this." James said in a forceful tone.

When I gathered my senses. I looked at him again with more rage in me.
This time I took a swing at him. That didn't work at all.
Before I knew what was happening, I was bent over James' knee getting my fat ass spanked like a child. Sure I screamed and whales. But, James continued whipping me like I was a child.

He wasn't holding back either. It hurt. James spanked me till I quit fighting and tears were running down my face.

Then he just stood up dumping me in the grass and looked down at me.

"There will be no more drinking, no more partying. You will get yourself cleaned up and you will start taking care of yourself." James said in the demanding tone of his that means or else.

I looked at James knowing I had been defeated. I knew he was serious.

Without saying a word. James turned and walked into the house leaving me there in the grass by myself.

James had always been there for me. He has taken care of me and nurses me through many hangovers.
But, not anymore.
I knew what he said was his word.
As I set there all alone I heard James's truck fire up and head down the drive.
I was alone. James had left me to my thoughts. Never had James done anything like this before.
Never had he just walked out on me. No matter hiw mean and hateful I got.

I don't know how long I set there before I collected myself and went inside.

They're laying on the kitchen table was my car keys and wallet.
I looked at them and started to grab them and head to town for a bottle. But, I knew if I did u would be alone for the rest of my life, because James would leave and never come back.

Hungry, dirty, and with a sore bottom I walked around the house.

I finally decided I needed a shower. I couldn't remember when I had one last.

Yeah, I had gotten that bad.

I cooked dinner that night for the first time in a long time. But, ate by myself in tears.
I cried myself to sleep that night and woke with a heavy heart.
I woke the next morning with a clearer head for the first time in almost two years with the sun blaring through my window welcoming a new day.

I knew James would be up and gone already.

But, I climbed out of bed and grabbed a shower, put on some clean clothes, and headed downstairs.
I figured James would be in about 9:30 and be hungry for some bacon eggs.
So away I went.
I didn't want to. What I wanted to do was go have a drink.
But, instead, I cooked James his breakfast.

"Morning Alice." James smiled as he came into the kitchen smelling like feed and fresh air.
A smell I missed and welcomed.

James and I pretty well ate in silence. I didn't have much to say and didn't know what to say.

Lunch and dinner were the same.

And the next day.
And the next week.
Little to no conversation even when we were in the same room.

By the end of the second week, I had all I could take. The loneliness was killing me.

I will admit when I climbed in the bottle. I on occasions became loose and woke to a man I couldn't remember his name and on a couple of occasions women or a couple.
I had flashes of the previous nights and things I had done.
But, most never saw again.

I knew James would continue as he had been. He wouldn't date bend or wobble.

The two weeks sober made me see a lot of things I had missed and a lot of things I wanted to see.

I knew if I didn't take the first step. James never would.
I had said in done some awful nasty things to him.

"Where are you going at this time of the morning?" James asked looking at me as I stood dressed at the kitchen sink sipping my coffee.

"With you." I smiled lightly looking at him over the rim of my cup.

Of all the mornings I decided to make things change, it had to be raining.

"Well, you better grab a coat. It's raining." is all James said as he poured himself a cup.

Climbing in the old truck sober felt good. The last time I was to drunk to remember the ride.

James had made several improvements around the farm.
It saddened me I wasn't involved in them. I knew his grandfather and grandmother helped him.

New gates in a few places and some new fences even some new cows.

As we rode and did the morning chores James and I talked.
It was a light conversation. But, still, we were talking.

As time progressed things got better and I felt better.
I even started losing weight. I had gotten pretty hefty. But, without the alcohol and junk food and with proper sleep, I lost unneeded fat.

I'll never be a skinny woman. I never have been. I have always been a chubby.

I'm not saying it was easy. Because it wasn't. There were some really bad days in there.
But, I never took a drink. Even though I wanted one in the worst way.
But, every day I spent with James. If he went I went.
I made sure of that.
There was always a hot meal ready when it was time to eat.

Summer had passed and winter was coming on strong.
The leaves have fallen and the days were short.
We were spending more and more time indoors.

"Alice how about we go see a movie this afternoon?" James said as we ate breakfast one morning as the grey snow clouds of winter rolled in.

"I would like that." I smiled big about to explode with excitement.

We had hardly done anything besides work since the spring.

Sure we had stopped at the dinner and ate several times.
But, we had not been out, out in months. This was our first actual date.

I spent all morning getting ready.
To say the least, I was a nervous wreck.

I washer and curled my short brown hair and high lighted my green eyes. My thin lips were fire engine red.

For whatever reason, I even shaved to be as smooth as I could be.

The look on James' face when I entered the kitchen was astonishment, making me blush as he looked me up and down.
I knew James liked what he saw by the look in his eyes.
I wasn't trying to impress him. But, I did want to look good.
But, the way James looked at me gave me a tingly feeling from my head to my toes and my little chubby pussy even quivered a bit.

First, we had lunch.

As we stood waiting for our table I clasped my hand d in James and held him tight to me.

I was happy. I was happy to be with James.

When the waiter set us he set me first then James right next to me off kinda in a secluded corner.

As we ate we made small talk, laughed, and enjoyed each other.

This wasn't like a mother/son outing. This was a date.
A real date.
The first one I had been on in years.

James was the perfect gentleman. He knew what to say and when to say it.

I'm not sure James actually planned for this to be a date.
I think he was more trying rewarding me.
I think he was proud of me and wanted to show me off.

But, the time had changed things. We were no longer mother/son.
I had ruined that. James had moved on and grown into a man.
It showed from the way he acted. To the way he handled business.

The movie was great, in the new theatre.
The way the seating was I was able to snuggle in close to James and just enjoy his closeness as he held me tight.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe, loved, and full of life.
It was all surreal.

As we stood outside the movie theatre I wrapped my arms around James and held him right to me enjoying his closeness.

"How about some ice cream?" James smiled down at me with that sexy grin of his.

I know I shouldn't have been feeling the way I was and I sure as hell shouldn't have been having the thoughts I was.
But, I have done made up mind if James was willing. I was gonna take him to bed.

The ice cream parlor is where I started turning up the heat.
Every bite and every lick of my banana split was a lewd one. All the while I made sure I looked James in the eye every chance I could.

The ride home was an adventure in itself.

I didn't wait. I wasn't waiting. I couldn't wait.

James opened the front and I pushed him through it and attacked him right there in the entry.

There was no foreplay. No lovie dubby.
I was in heat and needed James right then and there.

It was fast and hurried. All aggression.
One pump. Two pumps. By three pumps he was balls deep in my chubby little cunt and I was oozing juice like a waterfall.

We didn't last five minutes and he was filling me with more cum than any man ever had.

Another thing. James was larger than his father in length and girth. A lot larger.
Twice or more in girth and three inches longer.

I measured the length later.

"Damned!" I laughed as James laid next to me on the carpet in front of the open door. "Good thing we gave no neighbors.

"They may have gotten a show." James chuckled.

"How about you help me up and we will shower and continue this in my bedroom." I giggled rolling over and kissing James on the cheek.

"I like that plan." James smiled.

It took a little longer than planned to make it to the shower.

Because when James stood up there was his big dick still glistening in our fuck juices.

Well, being the cock a lot I am. I couldn't help myself.
I always sucked our fuck juices off his father's cock. I love the taste of the combined juices.
Well, I just love the taste of cum.
I also love sucking dick.
Between the vulgarity and humility of having my mans cock sticking out of my mouth when I look him in the eye. I can't help myself. It is such a turn on.

I gave James some more pussy in the shower.
Hey, his dick got hard. I couldn't help myself.
I blew him again after we were dry.
That was a nasty, deep throat blowjob.
I overindulged on that one and has to rinse off before we went to my bed.
But, James helped me by fingering me to quivering orgasm as the water ran over my chubby body.

James was lying face down on the bed when I entered with his perfect ass facing me.

He got a rim job. A nice long, deep rim job.

I kept him on the brink of orgasm for my pleasure.

I was on top of James riding him hard when he blasted me full again with more cum than any man had ever shot in me.

God did I love it. He filled me full.

Then we took a break. My pussy needed it and knew we weren't done by a long shot.

We talk as I laid my head on his thick chest about the way things had changed.

"Alice. You stopped being my mother two months after dad died." James said softly.

"I haven't been a very good mother I'll admit," I said softly.

"You don't remember do you." James chuckled.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

"I guess not," I admitted.

"You and Aunt Lisa came in drunk." James went on.

"We did?" I asked in surprise. I can't stand my sister in law. She's a lesbian, man-hating bitch.

"You did." James chuckled.

"What happened," I asked.

"Well, let's just say Lisa don't hate men as much as she says she does." James chuckled again.

"Both of us?" I asked.

"No, you were only interested in Lisa and watching me fuck her." James laughed.

"We didn't," I asked.

"No, well, no not really. You sucked me off after I fucked her." James chuckled.

"Is that all I did?" Asked ashamed.

"No.," James said in a won't tone. "You also gave me a rim job as I fucked Lisa." James finished.

"In the ass I suppose?" I asked.

"Yes, I screwed her in the ass."


"James, this isn't a one-time affair I hope?" I asked him.

"That depends on what you want." James smiled.

"Well, that depends on how good you fuck me." I smiled back at him as I rolled over pulling him on top of me.

"Since you like fucking woman in the ass. Why don't you fuck me in the ass?" I grinned up at James.

We clawed and pulled at each other as James banged away at my asshole stretching me wider than I have been stretched in my life.

I'll say this. James has stamina and he has a pump on him.
Every time he cums it's a load.

I don't know how long we fucked. But, it wasn't long enough.

James let me know that in the middle of the night when he woke me up sliding his big cock into my greedy cunt as I was snuggled close to him.

He ducked me twice before the sun came up filling me full both times.

Then he fucked me again that following morning in the kitchen.
There he banged my ass again real good and I fucking loved it.

I screwed him in the barn as we loaded hay for the cows in the back of the truck and we tucked again in the middle of the feedlot.

I told you I was a cock slut.

"James, I'll take care of you from here on if you will let me.
I won't ever drink again. I promise.
But, as your learning, I like to fuck and need fucked." I said looking at James as we ate lunch.

"I know you will." James smiled.

Then James explained he just wanted to be better. He wasn't planning any of this.

"One more thing James." I smiled. "I'm a dirty slut. I am your dirty slut from here on out. And there is a whole lot more about me your yet discover."

Two days later it was raining.
Thats when James learned what it was like to fist fuck a woman.

James gets all the pussy he wants. I fuck him at least once a day every day.
There is no place James goes that I don't go.
I love being with him. Even more, than I did his father.
Also, James might get a hard-on and I want to be there just in case.

My mother in law walked in us one afternoon while I was riding James in the kitchen floor reverse cowgirl.

I had just finished a brutal orgasm and opened my eyes to meet hers as she stood in the doorway.

The cat was out of the bag.

We talked and agreed it would be our secret.

I've lost more weight. Mainly in the tummy area. I still have the same fat tits. They have firmed up though and I still have the same fat ass that James so dearly loves to fuck.
My complexion has gotten clear and smoother and my eyes have brightened.

To say I'm in love is correct. I know it's wrong. But, I'll have to pay the price for it.