A Tatted Up Drunk Milf

A blond woman in her late 30's stumbles towards the two of you. She's wearing a low cut dress that show's offer impressive cleavage and is short enough to reveal her legs, which look quite nice due to her strappy heels. Despite her age, and messy drunken demeanor she's undeniably sexy. Most shocking of all to you, she's covered in tattoos. Bright designs run up both her arms, to her neck, up her bare legs and even on her chest.

"Tattoos are the markings of a whore." You remember your father lecturing. "Never trust any woman who lets her skin be stained by ink, they will open their legs for any man they meet."

You're snapped back to the present as the drunk woman touches your shoulder gently sliding it down your arm as her pale blue eyes examine you. "You two look a little young for this shithole." She says with a grin. "College boys sneaking in?"

"N-no. We're with the band." Phil attempts a lie.

She snorts at that, turning her attention to Phil. "Please. I was your age once, I remember what it was like." She steps up to Phil grabbing his wrists and looking him in the eyes. "Trying to sneak into the bar to get some beers." Then she leans into him and puts his hands on her hips. "Trying to get laid." She turns and presses her ass against Phil's crotch, your roommate now bright red in the face. "Well I guess some things never change." She laughs, beckoning you to her. When you step closer she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you to her so that your body is pressed against her, her face inches from yours. "Do you boys want some mommy pussy?"

"Fuck yes!" Phil murmurs, grinding against her ass.

You're conflicted. On one hand your hard cock is pressed against her warm thigh and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to finally put that erection in a girl's pussy. On the other hand, Phil's presence makes you feel uncomfortable and losing your virginity to a woman old enough to be your mother gives you pause.