I came back on Saturday morning after a quiet night with friends, I was tipsy and very lightly high, but not more. I came back home around 3.30 AM, so, when I woke up around 10 AM, you could be sure I was totally sober. When I entered in the living room, I saw a great deception on my son face and he told on "Oh...". I asked him why and he explained me he has to go to a birthday and he hoped that I could drive him there drunk. We talked a few, and I promised him that to pick him up, I will be drunk.
So he negotiated to make me drink "a few" before to go, and for sure, I did. Around 1PM, I was tipsy, but not drunk, and ready to go. He asked me to follow him in my office, served a full mug of Jagër and asked me to chug it, I did. He served me another full mug of Jagër and told me that before to come back to pick him up I will have to chug it.
We climbed in the car, on the way he didn't stopped to ask me what I will to drink on the afternoon, if I will take drugs, witch ones... And for sure, he pushed me to drink. I let him in front of the door of his friend and came back home. I drank a few on way back, but really a few, just some sips at redlights.
I was home for 4 hours, tipsy at new when he called me, he asked me where I was, I was in the garden, what I was drinking, some watermelon vodka, if I had took drugs, just few lines of cocaine and some xanax and if I was drunk or high, I told him that, sure I was a few, as promised and I was ready to pick him up.
He asked me to go to my office and chug the mug, I did it and was ready to move out when he told me that, finally, he will stay there some more time, and asked me if could serve me another mug, just because I had promise to chug one before to go and if I had to drive later it will not be the same thing. I agreed, cut off the call, filled the mug, picked up my vodka bottle and felt the jagër acting on my balance.
I sat at my desk, took some more lines and few caps, and went back to the garden. I laid in the hammock with my bottle and a book, but my vision was now blurred and I wasn't able to read anymore. I took some more lines, but it didn't help, so, I stopped reading and just watch the sun falling on me through the leaves.
Around 8 PM, he called me at new, weather was getting fresher and children will continue to play into the house, and my son was just interested to look at the big breast of her aunt friend in the swimming pool. He asked the same questions, I answered him slurring a few, I went back to my office, chugged the mug and was at new ready to go, but at last moment, his friend will organise a video game competition and will have to pick him up later and serve me another mug.
When I poured jagër the mug I split lots of booze all around it. I licked my desk, sniffed a lots of cocaine to sober up but I couldn't resist to take more caps and drink again. I was in this state of mind where I know I have to cool down and moderate my self but I'm struggled by the need of drinking and do drugs.
At 10.30 PM, he was at least ready to go, when he asked me if this time I was drunk, I proudly claim him: "Sure I am!". Even me was able to hear that my voice was the one of somebody drunk. He asked me how many caps I had took, I was unable to tell it but I answered him between 10 and 12. At this moment, he asked me if I could take 5 more caps and chug them with the mug; as for two hours I was drinking only the half of what I was needed, I've been very enthusiastic to his idea, he stayed on the phone to hear me drink.
I staggered out of my office the last mug wasn't still hitting me but I knew it was for soon. I climbed in my car, insert key in ignition after several attempts, grabbed a bottle of something, drank deeply, and drove to him. After few kilometres I started to stagger on my seat and squeezed the steering wheel to keep balance.
Once in front of his friend house, I honked, it seems that my soon was the last to leave, he talked a few with his parents friends, crossed the road and climbed in the car. Proud of me, I asked him with vanity "Am I drunk enough for you Sir?" but his answer was a shy "yes...". I started to drive us back, but I saw that something was making him worried.
I tried to kindly ask him what's happening, if something got wrong at his party, and after a moment, he explained me that I wasn't as usual. In fact, he wanted to see me drive him as wasted as I come back from party alone. I explained him that I could only reach this if I have more time to party and if I did it alone, it's because it was dangerous. But all answers I received were sad "yeah, yeah, I know..."
We were nearly at home when I decided to turn back, I asked him to pick my purse and search for a tablet called rohypnol, and I asked him to give me two caps out of it. To swallowed it with some rum and explained him that drug is a very funny one, because with it, mommy will loose her inhibitions. Just before to climb on highway, I parked my car, grabbed the purse took of a pack of pink powder and told him it was 2B-C, this will make mommy very high, and asked him to prepared lines as he is used to do with cocaine.
I was that drunk that I had to close one eye to focus him preparing the lines while I was heavily drinking. I drank so quick that while I sniffed lines I had to interrupt me several times because my stomach had some spasms, same thing when I slurred him: "now we're getting to have a real ride".
When I arrived on highway, my head was nodding high, I could feel my eyes rolling hard, I was still drinking but it was harder and harder. All those booze and drugs were arousing me, i was very horny and has serious desire to be fucked but I really wanted to please to my son first. I was driving at full speed when my son put his hand near mouth to push in some caps. I immediately guessed it was rohypnol caps, and this time really more than two.
It didn't took ten minutes to feel the effect of last caps, that put me in my nymphomaniac mode; my seat was getting wet, very wet. In my head, I was thinking: "Honey, I must stop this ride as soon as possible". But the only thing I was able to do to appease me was to continue to drink to focus all my attention on the road the bottle.
We were far from home when I finally stopped the car and stammered out to my son it was time to go back home. I was trashed, I was drooling, the only things that I was clearing seeing were my hallucinations. I mumbled to my son prepare me some lines of cocaine because if I didn't take lots soon I will passing out.
This time I didn't watch him preparing the lines, I tried to drink but I couldn't lift the bottle upper than my breast, I tried to push forward my lips to reach the neck, but the bottle was still too far. My my son told me that Lines were ready, I slowly move, on ehand one the dashboard another hanged up at the headrest of his seat.
He put the straw in my nose, and directed the phone under the straw. My was nodding more than previously, and it because it at one moment my head got back that my eyes could focus the powder and it was pink. I tried to tell him: "Honey, we said cocaine", but I couldn't enunciate anymore, my son didn't understand me anymore, I was trying to move my head to avoid the straw he was guiding to my nose. The only thing I was able to do was to bellow "Noooooo".
After a moment, my son put the phone on the dashboard, hold my head with his two hands and asked my what was happening, and several times I mumbled dozen of times "cocaine" before he understand. While holding my head, he turned my face in the direction of his face, with his thumbs rise my eyelids and quietly told me:"first this one, and just after cocaine, I promise", I mumbled something he didn't understand but told "yes, I promise". I let drop a "...k..." from my mouth.
I swaggered to with his hand lean my head on his chest, with the other he was guiding the phone under the straw that I was now holding in my nose. Once I had sniffed the most, he pushed me back in my seat and start to prepare cocaine lines. Drug made more horny again, my thighs and my seat were soggy, I wanted to get rape by a horde of men, but I was so trashed I was unable to make my slip on my leg to go under my dress and pet my cunt.
I was sinking in my drunkenness when my shacked me, I could feel my eyelid moving under his shacks but I wasn't able to react. He climb on my knee and slapped my face hard to wake me up, just as I taught him. He sat on me knee, and grab the phone, I could feel his weight pressing on my full stomach and my no less bladder.
I was so trashed that I also sniffing than blowing by the nose to take the cocaine; several times he removed the straw from my nose to readjust the lines. Minutes after minutes, I couldn't say I felt better, but at least I was more awake. He got off my knee, I was thirsty, I could see the bottle jammed between my seat and the brake but I was still too trashed to catch it.
I turned my head and I saw my son preparing me some lines, once done, he climbed on my knee at new and inserted the straw in my nose, his ass pushed so hard on my stomach that I had to make great efforts to not throw up.Those lines were so fat that my left eye started to cry, and the right one cried at its turns when he switch the straw from nostril. One more time I could hear my heart beating in my ears.
He got off of me knee, open the glove box, pick up a cough syrup bottle and my purse and came back on my knee. He was so heavy on bladder now, so heavy... He put some caps in my mouth, I stammered out:"No, xanax, only xanax now". It seems I had sober up enough to he understand me, he answered:"I will put xanax too, those are already out, take them". And he put caps after caps in my mouth, until he opened the syrup bottle.
He drove the bottle neck to my mouth and swallows after swallows made me gulp all the caps that were already dissolving in my mouth. I had drooled at a lot, with his fingers he collected the syrup on chin, my throat and my breast and put his sticky finger in my mouth in order I lick them.
He returned in his seat and told that now, we could go back home. I didn't feel less wasted but I was enough to be able to grab the bottle and drink some sips out of it.
On the way, my son didn't stop to ask me to drink, to drive faster; he remember me at his age, it remember me each times I've been arouse to climb in a car with a drunk driver, especially female. At his age, I had doubts on sexuality and thought I was made lesbian because I loved to push older girls to drink, especially the one who will drive me back home. I remembered the orgasms I had when we were face to death, at this moment, I realised that it could be legit that my son has the same fantasy than me.
Quickly, bottle got empty, I stopped on the highway and asked my son to pick another one in the trunk. I opened my door, let drop a leg out of the car, and I started to pee, as well inside the car that on my seat, I'm pretty sure that not a single drop arrived on the road. My son got back, climbed on his seat with the bottle. I put back my leg in car, closed the door, drank from bottle and started the car. To start the dialogue, I asked him:"do you want to remove your security belt?", he immediately exclaimed: "Oh yes, yes, please". "So," I told, "at one condition" ... "you will tell to mommy when you see a turn, because mommy is too drunk to see the road anymore."
I was trashed, and each time I was drinking I let the car deviate a few in order my son grab the steering wheel and correct our direction. I was horny as hell but was sure now that I will not go to club after the ride. On a long right lane, I pushed my car as fats as it could and chugged from bottle. I chugged so much that bottle felt out of my hand and I had a G-loc; I could "see" that I was driving but there a pure void in my brain.
I took me a moment to move my foot to brake pedal. I was nearly passed out when I stopped the car. Once the car was stopped, my face felt on the steering wheel and slowly I slipped on my son knee. He shacked me, slapped me until I mumble something. He prepared me lines while shouting "DON'T FALL ASLEEP!".
Once I had took the lines, I felt as in a cloud, I was smiling as an idiot and was totally slutty. My Dark Side had just took over. I grumbled: "want more?", sure he wanted more. I continue:"do you know what will be cool now?" ... "some pink powder and more caps" ... "but I will not be able to drive except if you help me again" ... My son was in heaven and ready to help me to turn the steering as much as I need.
But I had other ideas. I asked him to search behind seats to my dildos, while he was searching, I could hear empty bottles blinking, in myself I thought that I was really a true DF bitch. I was lay on both seat, my son gave me my toys, he crouched on the highway, in front my head to prepare the lines while I was inserting the vibrating one in my ass and the rotating one in my pussy.
I took all the lines, white ones and pink ones, and my son helped me to sit on my seat. All my body was soft, and starting to sweating, I didn't only hear my heart beating in my ears, but also feel it pumping its lava blood in my cheeks. Lines were so fat that my vision was now also blurred by my tears. When my son approached his hand full of caps from my mouth, I pulled out my tongue to grab them all and greedily lick his hand, and chugged deeply from bottle.
He climbed at new in the car and we went away. It only took few minutes before I feel drugs starting to act. Alcohol and drug were violently slapping my consciousness and the dildos were elevating my lechery, I was at the limit of overdose, feeling my body going crazy. I couldn't see the road but I was pushing back the hand of my son who was trying to grab the steering wheel.
I was lurching so much on my seat that while drinking, the bottle hit my window so violently that it nearly brook it. We where approaching from home, on a dangerous road full of turns along trees and gulches. I didn't want any help to cross them at full speed, but I was slowly passing out at new. I ordered to my son to open glove box and pick up my shock electric nipple clamps. I teared up my bustier to expose my breast and hanged the clamps.
We were approaching of the deadly road very fast, my son could see my stomach violently bloating, after each row of swallows I was drooling more and more alcohol and I was drinking more to compensate the losses. I was brutally passing out to instantaneously waking up a tenth a second later.
We were on the point to reach the first turn when my son had plugged the clamps wire in the controller pressed the button and rocked the place.
I instantaneously sobered up for few minutes, immediate orgasm! We crossed the all road without downing speed, without our security belt, my son and I were tossing around the car.
I enjoyed so much the dildos in me that I screamed and peed on me all the way long. Once the dangerous part passed, I as still enjoying so much that my hands were shacking of pleasure and I couldn't keep the bottle to my lips, I spitted and spilled booze all over me
Bottle got empty, and ordered another quickly, quickly! My head and my body were spinning as hell; i couldn't control the car anymore, I was hitting borders and edges from side to side. My son found a half full bottle at his feet and gave it me. I chugged from it as much as I could, each I hit something bottle jumped away from my mouth but I redirected it immediately, as if my life depended on it.
I was really feeling that I was on the point to pass out for the last time but it was too soon, we weren't still at home and I hadn't still stop to enjoying. I snatch a clamp of a tit and fixed it on my cunt, and God! It was at the same time good and painful, I had a new orgasm and roared as a beast.
I let the bottle slipped out of my hand and enjoyed. I slowed down and let the car drive us until home, my son and I managing with the steering wheel, at home I let the car sink in the hedge, I wasn't able to brake anymore.
I don't remember how I entered in the house but I woke up in the living room lay on the floor near the couch.
