I got drunk and was very naughty alone at home!

[Vikka 411]

In an other thread I mentioned this incident, which took place a couple of years ago, and I said, that I might post it here. Well, here it goes!

I was alone at home, my mother was at a party at some good friends. As I was born in France, and lived there for about twelve years, before we moved to Sweden, I was used to have a glass of wine sometimes at dinner. Well, that evening I got bored being alone, and started to search all the cupboards at our home to find something, that could excite me. In my mother's bedroom I detected a shelf full of the sexiest and wonderfully beautiful underwears. Stuff, that I'd never seen my mother wear. I got really excited and began to try on the most gossamer silk panties and bras. OK, the bras didn't fit, I have small tits. Then I found sexy garterbelts with pointlace, looking so cute. And there were lots of nylon stockings. Everything felt so nice to touch! I chose panties, a garterbelt and stockings, all of them sinfully black, and put them on. I had some difficulties to find out how to attach the garters to the stocking tops, but eventually I managed. I looked for a dress or a skirt, but they were all too big for me. Then I found a very cute, white petticoat. After having wound its waistband several turns, it fitted rather well. I completed with a very transparent, light red, silk blouse. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Wow!!! I thought I looked very sophisticated! I hitched up the petticoat. Wow again! I looked so sexy, I thought! I knew, I should have put those clothes back again, but I didn't expect my mother home for hours. So I kept them on and left the bedroom with a proud expression on my face.

I thought something was missing though. Surely my face looked very pale and dull. I went to the bathroom and looked among her cosmetics. I put rouge on my cheeks. I liked the eyeliner, I'm proud of my drawing skill, and thought that I made very artistic and elegant eyelines. I smeared dark brown eyeshadow on my eyelids. With a brow pencil I hoped to make my eyebrows thinner and more elegant, finishing with a stylish turn on the ends. I didn't succeed to make my brows thinner; on the contrary actually. And the turns... they looked more like curbed sausages. But anyhow - not too bad for a beginner, I thought after several efforts. With the mascara I succeded very well. I have long eyelashes, and I brushed on a considerable amount of dark brown mascara on them. It made me look very seductive; that was my firm opinion. I finished with painting my lips with red lipstick. I was very pleased with the result, and could hardly tear myself from the mirror.

Looking so very grown-up, I thought it would be quite alright to have a glass of wine. I went in to the living room and opened the liquor cabinet. There I caught sight of a bottle of sherry. I remembered, that I once been allowed to taste a few drops of sherry, and that I found it to taste delicious. I didn't think twice; I grabbed the bottle of sherry and quickly shut the cabinet.

I wasn't sure of, which glass to choose. There were some rather small glasses, but I thought they were for strong spirits, and I was rather sure, that sherry was a wine. I chose one of the big wine glasses, and poured out a full glass. I tasted it. Yummy! It tasted even better than coca-cola!

I brought the bottle and the glass with me to the living room, and sank down into an arm chair. I raised the glass in what I thought to be a sophisticated manner, and proposed a toast to myself. I went on proposing toasts to one friend after the other. The first glass was soon finished, and I poured out an other. I really liked sherry! I appointed it to be my favourite drink. Ever! For which I proposed another toast.

By now I needed to pee. But not yet, I thought, I could easily hold on much longer. I emptied the second glass. I sensed a crave for biscuits, and stood up. I took a first step towards the kitchen, but it was like my legs no longer knew how to walk, and I stopped. I wobbled to and fro and then, suddenly, I found myself sitting in the chair again. I thought that was as it should; I didn't remember, why I stood up. Anyway, my head was kind of spinning, and I thought it was only wise to sit down. It was a funny feeling, like I was riding on a merry-go-round. I giggled.

But the merry-go-round made me feel more in need to pee. I put a hand in between my thighs. The pettycoat road up, and I thought I looked very sexy in my mother's nylon stockings. I pressed my hand on the crotch of the black, sheer silk panties. I rubbed them gently against my pussy. It felt kind of good, and I thought there were no point in not to continue. So I did. After a while I realized, that my (well, my mother's) panties had become very wet from my pussy juices. Shit, what would my mother think? That thought didn't last long. Increasing feelings from my pussy took over every ounce of mental activity I might have had. I felt stronger and stronger twitches in my mimsy, and I was panting and moaning! I bounced and twisted myself around in the chair. I started to scream, and felt a strong spurt of pee coming out! Then another spurt and then I came in a mighty orgasm, making my sluices to open. It was like the orgasms never would stop to come! And I also peed like for ever. From some strange reason I wondered if my pee now tasted sherry. I cupped my hand under my pussy to fill it with pee. I managed to get a little, and brought it to my mouth and tasted it. It didn't taste as sherry at all. But it tasted good!

"What are you doing!" It was my mother! It was like she'd emerged out of nowhere. I hadn't heard her coming.

"Hi! You're already at home? Have you had a nice evening?" I thought the right thing was to be polite, although my last orgasm was still running riot in my pussy, and a last spurt of pee made its way through my... shit! I remembered - my mother's panties.

I tried to stand up, and (miracle!) I succeded, but on very unsteady feet. Standing up I realized, that in the chair there was a big pool of my pee. With a splash I dipped back into the chair.

"Victoria! You're drunk!" Yelled my mother.

The rest was so painful, that I prefer to stop writing right now.

[bpb 788]

Vikka, I loved your story. So glad that you put it on here.

I don't know why men dote on large breast. I think that the small ones look so much nicer. On my other site (Yanks.com) I look for the size A & B.

I think that the important part is the nipple and I bet they feel just as nice on the small breast.

[Vikka 411]

@bpb: I agree with you, I love my small tits! I wouldn't have them any other way... They are firm and my nipples are pointing up, not down *giggle* And you're absolutely right about the importance of the nipples. When I get aroused (wich is ever so often, haha!), my nipples get very protruding, like they're taking charge of the rest of my breasts ;)

[bpb 788]

It is exciting for me to the think about playing with yours. However, I suspect that is outside the arena that you would you would find acceptable.:frown:

[Vikka 411]

Oh, sorry, what can I say, it has to be a girl ;)

[bpb 788]

Yes, I understand that this would be the case, and I am quite willing to accept this.

I work with lesbians in our church. I don't necessarily find myself attracted to them.

I only see you as a picture in you avatar. I might well feel differently if I were to met you face to face.

There is far too much water between us so the odds of that happening are nil.

However, your written work I find very exciting.

[F.W 5,734]

@bpb: I agree with you, I love my small tits! I wouldn't have them any other way... They are firm and my nipples are pointing up, not down *giggle* And you're absolutely right about the importance of the nipples. When I get aroused (wich is ever so often, haha!), my nipples get very protruding, like they're taking charge of the rest of my breasts :wink:

They are very beautiful.

[bpb 788]

Oh, sorry, what can I say, it has to be a girl :wink:

@Vikka: I find this whole sexual orientation fascinating, heterosexual, homosexual, Bi-sexual.

Early in my youth I had extensive conversations with a gay man older than my father. He explained what his sexual life was like. At one point I told him that I was not attracted to this type of activity. He told me that yes he knew that. He was attracted to non gay men very much as a straight girl would be attracted to men. I have wondered if this orientation is generally true of gay men and if maybe the reverse would apply lesbians also.

There is a lesbian at my church who has had a couple of partners in the time that I have known her. I don't find myself attracted to her, but some attraction to hers partners. Therefore I wonder if my gay mentor's proposed attraction has some merit.

[bpb 788]

Another Vikka account. Yes she is a lesbian, but her accounts of activity with other girls can certainly have the guys on the forum bouncing around.

[bpb 788]

This is a delightful account where Vikka gets caught by her mom.  For your enjoyment.