Keeping Mom on the Wagon/Michael's Perspective
Michael sat in his dark room, holding his phone in his trembling hands. He stared at the screen, mind racing as it sat on a paused moment of the video. His emotions were all over the place as he processed what he'd seen. How long had this been going on? Why would she go back to the bottle after everything she went through because of it. Didn't she care about herself? Didn't she care about me? What should I do? Should I tell someone? Should I confront her?
He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there asking himself a hundred questions. After a while, the tumultuous emotions began to calm, his mind untangling itself. First of all, no one could know. If anyone found out, she'd be ruined. It was a miracle she still had her job after what had happened, and he knew she was on a short leash. He thought about how his dad had told him about how people make mistakes, and sometimes people can't help it. He danced around it then, but Michael knew his dad was trying to explain why he and mom had broken up without actually saying it. Maybe this was just another mistake. Maybe she just needed to be taught the lesson again before it actually hurt her. But who would do it? Her job would just fire her. Dad would probably just stop letting him stay with mom on the weekends.
Michael realized it was up to him. Only he could keep his mom from slipping back into drinking. That just left... how?
Michael looked at the time. It was just passing one in the morning. His eyelids were heavy, but he was too wound up to try to sleep quite yet. His cheeks grow hot as he decides to tire himself out the most reliable way he knew - jerking off. Putting in his headphones and opening the incognito browser, he brought up a favorite video of his, an especially chesty woman who cooed sweet words about "taking care" of her partner from his own POV as she engulfs the man's cock between her tits. As his excitement physically grew in his pajama pants, he felt the spark of a thought ignite in the back of his mind. He had irrefutable proof on his phone of his mom's drunkenness, right? But it wouldn't be enough to just get her word that she'd get rid of the rest of the wine in the house and delete the video. Deleting it would set everything back to square one and she could just start drinking again whenever. No, he had to keep it, to hold it over her to make sure she never even thought about it again. That means he holds all the cards here. Which means... she'd have to do whatever he said. Right?
Michael looked at the video still playing on his phone, the thing that had sparked this entire train of thought to begin with. He didn't immediately understand why it did, though, until the degree of control he had fully dawned on him. He watched as the woman giggled, bouncing her tits in the man's lap before leaning down and taking his exposed tip between her lips. His mother is also a pretty chesty woman. He found himself imagining what her tits would look like, especially as she knelt between his knees. He imagines her planting a kiss on his tip the same way she'd kiss his forehead. He throws his head back into his pillow and smiles. He knew exactly how to help his mother now.