My mom was a total slut drunk. She'd bring home a guy or guys, and women too and fuck them loudly with the door open to her room. After I started going in when she was passed out and feeling her up. I eventually stuck my cock into her hairy pussy, with cum leaking out of it already, just to feel what a pussy was like. I didn't intend to do anything other than just feel what it was like. I couldn't help taking a couple of pumps and that was all it took I shot off inside her. I pulled out immediately still shooting some on her hairy bush. I went back to my room, knowing I did what I hadn't intended. I did do it probably a dozen more times though. I got to where even she didn't have anyone who fucked her and she'd pass out, I'd deposit a load anyway.
OP sounds like my brother. We both stayed with my mother when our parents divorced. After a while I really missed my dad and... it took a while, but I got to go stay with him summers and then for a school year. When I got back after living with my dad the whole school year, I could tell something had changed. There was a tension that hadn't been there before.
My brother and I stopped getting along. We pretty much couldn't live together anymore. So instead of us both being at mom or dad's we swapped parents and places instead. We get together for events and holidays but most times we both like this new arrangement.
During a time when he was packed off to dad's and I was at mom's I learned the truth. Mom had been struggling with alcohol and once dad left, she had added men to her struggles. Anyway, after drinking a lot of liquid courage she confided that whenever she got really drunk and fell asleep, my brother had gotten to taking advantage of her. She pretends not to wake up, notice or remember, and he gets away with it because she really does get blackout drunk so didn't know every time or when it started. She cried that she doesn't know how to stop him other than stop drinking and dating. So, my brother's 'punishment' is what she had been using to try to stop drinking.
We never spoke of it again. I'm certain she wishes she hadn't confided in me. Honestly, for years I wished she hadn't told me. Now it explains why she chose to live with him and his family when she retired
