Enabling your Floozy Stepmom full vid
You’ve always had a thing for your “stepmom”, the big tiddied floozy your dad married after you went away to college. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen her sober, or appropriately dressed. Your dad got tired of her pretty quickly, but you can’t get enough of her wine guzzling, stumbly sweetness. You get her her own hotel room for your graduation, so she can have the freedom to be as messy as she wants, and as you want her. You do tell her the ceremony is a day earlier than it is, since you know she’ll fail to be in any condition to be seen in public, and you want a chance to hang with her.
When you arrive, she’s already three sheets to the wind and in a tiny robe that might have fit when she got married, but struggles to cover any of her booze swollen figure now. Her wobbly wine gut bounces and jiggles as she staggers around, trying to keep her swollen udders contained in her robe, unsuccessfully. She hiccups and slugs down a giant glass of wine, before staggering to a seat and going straight for the bottle.
She begs you not to be mad, some part of her knows she absolutely already failed to be sober enough to leave in twenty minutes, but she’s too sloshed to really lock onto the idea. She’s sure she’ll be great, just a little jolly. She couldn’t resist, she explains, it’s her favorite wine. You know that of course, that’s why you stashed a case of it in the fridge of her room before she checked in.
She babbles about your dad not wanting her anymore, asking if you still think she’s pretty. She knows you do, because she sees how you look at her and treat her extra special.
She wants to show you her outfit for your graduation, and falls out of her chair trying to get up and put It on for you. When she manages to change and sexily stagger back in to show off, it’s comical how far from reality she is. Her “verrrry Y2k” outfit is an outgrown slip with a satin kimono wrap over it that won’t close even a little. Her massive, over swollen tits are falling out of it, overflowing the straining lace on the cups.
She gets flirty, running her hands over herself as she tells you she knows you stare at her, and why. She knows what you do with her when she’s mostly passed out. She keeps flirting with you as she flops around on the couch, slugging more messy gulps from the bottle. She can’t seem to wrap her head around the ceremony not happening today, and eventually manages to stand up and try to get ready to leave, but falls on the floor and ends up crawling back to the coffee table to grab her beloved beverage again. She makes it to her feet and insists its time to go, happy graduation baby!
