My step-mom was drunk again. She was oh, so drunk! And she wanted to fuck me since dad wasn’t around.
We’d fucked a few times before. She was always drunk when it happened. I knew I shouldn’t, but it was always hard to resist her.
Dad knew she was a drunk. But he continued to put up with her anyway. We were both pretty sure she was fucking other men on the side.
She invited me to the bedroom for a nightcap. I told her I didn’t want anything to drink. Then I asked if she needed some hot coffee.
She told me no. But a bath might help. She looked at me and grinned as though we would end up in the bedroom anyway after she was done.
I told her she could go right ahead and take a bath. But she told me she wanted me to help draw her one. I should have known better, but I was already starting to give in.
I started the bath water, making sure it would be warm. She came in and took her clothes off right in front of me. She added some bath oil to the water, guaranteed to make things slippery. Then she reached down and groped the bulge in my pants.
I said I was going to leave her to her bath. I told her she’d better be careful not to drown herself. She had no idea I’d fantasized about her drowning in the bathtub ever since she’d married dear ol’ dad.
She sternly told me, “I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at herself. She told me maybe I’d better come in and watch her so she didn’t drown herself.
She groped my bulge again. Then she got into the tub. She playfully patted the water as though inviting me to join her.
I told her maybe I’d better step out and leave her to her bath. The idea of watching her drown was growing stronger within me. I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Ok,” she said drunkenly. “I just hope I don’t drown myself.” Then she just sort of slipped under the surface, ending up flat on her back on the bottom.
She released bubbles out of her nose as she came back up. She laughed as she sputtered, “Oops! Almost drowned m’self. Too much bath oil. Maybe you’d better stick around and keep me safe.”
She deliberately caressed her boobs in front of me. Then she reached down to finger herself. She was clearly implying I should either join her or get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom.
I shook my head. I was trying so hard to resist temptation. But it was becoming harder and harder.
I told her, “Maybe I’d better be going.”
She replied, “Good idea. You can wait for me in the bedroom.” Then she slipped back under.
More bubbles came up. Now I was convinced she wanted to fuck me again. And I was losing my will to fight her off.
That wasn’t the worst part of it. Each time she slipped under, she released bubbles out of her nose. It was so bloody erotic.
Didn’t she understand the kind of danger she was in? Didn’t she know how strong my drowning fetish was? How many times had I been tempted to drown her in this very bathtub?
She struggled to get her head back up. She sat upright, but she just kept slipping in the bathtub. Then she patted the water again as she told me I’d better join her to help keep her upright.
I tried to be firm as I told her it was her fault for adding the bath oil. Then I called her by her first name as though trying to awaken her from her drunkenness…
“Kelly, don’t you think you should get out now? Let me put you to bed.”
“Yes; let’s go to bed!” she giggled. “Unless you want to stay and watch me drown myself.”
She was drunk, and I was losing myself. I finally decided to let it all out. Besides, I doubted she would remember any of this in the morning.
“Can I let you in on a little secret, Kelly? I’ve always wanted to drown you ever since you married dad. Seeing you in the bathtub blowing bubbles out of your nose is so damned sexy. Maybe you shouldn’t do it anymore, as it just turns me on too much.”
She laughed again. “Do I turn you on, honey? I love turning you on. Now get undressed and join me right here in the tub, ok?”
I shook my head. “No, Kelly. I might drown you.”
She laughed as she drunkenly splashed the water. “Really? You really want to drown me?”
“You have no idea.”
She laughed as she splashed the water again. “Go right ahead, honey. C’mon in and drown me. Then we’ll finish up in the bedroom.”
She laughed as she wriggled around in the water while fondling her boobs. Then she slipped under the surface again. More bubbles came out of her nose.
It was getting harder and harder to resist temptation. She was really teasing me. I had to struggle against my inner desires.
This time she was a little slow working herself upright. Probably too much bath oil. So I reached in and pulled her head up.
She coughed and giggled before laughing drunkenly. “You’re a good step-son, honey. Now get your ass in the tub with me.” Then she slipped under again.
More bubbles came out of her nose. I could feel myself tumbling over the edge into the abyss. With great reluctance I pulled her head back up.
She coughed and laughed. “I keep slipping under, don’t I? I must be trying to drown myself for you. You’d like that; wouldn’t you, honey?” Then she splashed the water with her hand again, still trying to invite me to join her.
My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Then I asked, “You really want my help drowning you?” She just laughed.
It occurred to me I’d said it wrong. I corrected myself as I told her, “I meant to ask if you wanted my help getting out of the tub.” She was drunk enough, and everything was slippery enough, that she couldn’t stop sliding around inside the bathtub.
She giggled drunkenly. “You want me to drown for you, honey?” Then she slipped under again.
More sexy bubbles came out of her nose. This time she was under for a good fifteen or twenty seconds. If she wasn’t careful…
I reached in and grabbed a handful of hair. I pulled her head out of the water until she came up gasping and sputtering. She giggled as she told me, “I guess I need your help after all.”
“To get you out of the tub?”
She grinned drunkenly. “No. Drown me first. Then you’ll need to help me out of here.”
Something made me let go of her hair. She slipped back under. Bubbles came up as she lay at the bottom of the tub looking up at me.
I figured she had to be getting water up her sinuses. But she didn’t seem to care. She was drunk as a skunk, and obviously horny.
She stayed down and rubbed her boobs for me while releasing a few bubbles. Then she put a hand in her crotch and fingered herself. She grinned at me as though indicating she wanted me to put something of mine inside her right after she pulled her fingers out.
I watched as she wriggled and struggled. This time she seemed a little too slippery to sit upright in her drunken state. Then she started to work her head up.
Something came over me as I reached down. I gently pushed down on her boobs, keeping her submerged. They were nice and slimy from the bath oil. She just gave me a look of incredible lust.
More bubbles came out of her nose. Then she began to struggle a little. She finally tried to push my hands off her chest.
For some reason I couldn’t pull them off. My cock was hard as a rock inside my trousers. This time I shook my head as I told her, “You said you needed my help drowning you. Isn’t that right, Kelly?”
She tried to push me away again. The look of drunken amusement on her face morphed into one of alarm. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest begin to show the strain.
She tried a little harder to push me away. My excitement intensified a hundred-fold as more bubbles came out of her nose. “Not this time,” I gently told her. “This time we’re going to go all the way. I want you to drown for me, Kelly. I want your lungs to flood. You look so fucking sexy holding your breath underwater. Now I want to watch you drown for me.”
She bubbled as she tried to push my hands off her boobs. Her chest really heaved. It’s amazing how long she could hold her breath. Maybe it was because she was so drunk.
She fought against me. But she was too exhausted. What’s more, I’d become too weak to fight against a desire I’d harbored for quite a long time.
I leaned closer as I kept pushing down on her boobs. “Drown for me, Kelly,” I murmured with growing excitement. “Don’t worry; it will look like an accident. You just go right ahead and drown for me now.”
Her eyes widened in horror as though she finally understood. Then she gulped a huge mouthful of water. That’s what set her off.
Air poured out of her nose as she started hitching and gurgling. She went into seizures right there at the bottom of the bathtub. I just kept pushing down on her slippery boobs, my cock spewing in my pants as I watched.
Her lungs must have opened up because it looked as though she was swallowing huge mouthfuls of water. She hitched and convulsed, gurgling at the bottom of the tub as the last of her air escaped through her nostrils. But she was so drunk that it wasn’t all that violent of a drowning.
It was so fucking sexy. Reality was much different than what I had imagined. She put on one hell of a show.
She kept hitching as though continuing to swallow water. Kelly slowly rolled over onto her side. But she still kept convulsing from gentle spasms.
Tiny bubbles dribbled out of her nose and past her lips. Her eyes were open wide in utter shock. I wondered if she’d sobered up at the last moment, not that it would have mattered any.
She gently hitched until she finally settled down. An occasional muscle spasm affected an arm or a leg. Then she finally became still.
I stared in awe at my sexily drowned step-mother. She had the most incredible death stare you would ever want to see. She just looked outward with a vacant expression as though this was the last thing she’d ever expected to happen to her.
I reached into the water and caressed her. I explained how much I appreciated her gift to me, even though she was drunk at the time. Then I told her that her drowning for me was even better than going to bed with her.
I finally rose up and left her in the bathtub. As I walked into the living room, I mentally calculated what I was going to tell my father. Apparently Kelly had gotten drunk and had somehow drowned herself in her bathtub.
2021 (written for Tommy Jan 3 ’21 by riwa. Picture included for illustration purposes.)