He can't resist

In his drunken state Mark had no chance of resisting the tantalising treat before him. Once the urge had come to him it began to grow and grow, screaming at him to do it, to let go and just... taste her.

Holding the soiled underwear slightly above him and spreading them wide, Mark tilted his head up and tentatively licked at the wet stain. The sharp feminine tang that stung his tastebuds sent a ripple of pleasure through him, his pulsating cock threatenting to unload into his own underwear at any moment and he let out a low moan of appreciation. He licked again, this time more daringly, the tangy, musky flavour dancing over his tongue making the back of his neck tingle. Still not satisfied, Mark began to push the soiled patch of material into his mouth, hoping to suck it clean when a noise to his left caused him to pause and turn towards it.

There, glaring at him was Angela, her furious expression causing Mark to drop the underpants and freeze, staring back at the woman in shock.

"What are you doing young man!?" She barked, stepping into the doorway, causing Mark to back away in shock.

"You sick little boy!" she snarled as she moved closer still, "Rifling through a lady's private things... MY private things."

Mark backed up further until he bumped up against the toilet and teetered backward for a moment before falling down onto it, landing in a sitting position upon the closed lid. Angela loomed over him as he stared up into her piercing gaze, his terrified stare bringing a sinister smile to the woman's face.

"You're a dirty little boy aren't you?" she spat, her accusing tone dripping with venom. Mark could only stammer hopelessly, in shock at the situation he now found himself in.

"Answer me boy!" she bellowed without seeming to raise her voice, the demand sending a shiver up Mark's spine.

"Y-yes m-miss... Angela." he finally managed.

"That's right." she snapped, "And dirty little boys need to be punished, don't they?" she added, punctuating her assertion with a stomp of her bare foot on the bathroom tile.

"Y-yes miss Angela." he blurted quickly, desperate to appease her, the woman suddenly terrifying as she loomed over him. As he looked up at her, her stern expression gazing down at him past her heaving chest he became acutely aware of his painful erection which to his horror was tenting his pants so obviously there was no way she hadn't seen it. Angela let out a dark chuckle as she untied the sash that cinched her robe at her hips, then slowly popped open each of the three buttons that kept her from spilling out, starting at the top and working her way down. She relished watching the young man jolt slightly as each button popped free, revealing more and more of her voluptuous body to him. Drunk and stunned, he was a deer in her headlights and she knew she had him.

Her robe now hanging loose, Angela gripped it between finger and thumb at her hip and peeled it back to expose her right side to her captive audience of one. Mark gasped at the sight as the older woman slowly revealed more and more of herself, her large, heavy breasts resting surprisingly high over her impressively flat stomach considering her wide hips and thick thighs. It seemed Angela's curves were in all the right places.

Mark was given little time to consider these things, his drunken mind only able to vaguely process them in a blur before Angela edged forward and lifted her right foot, placing it upon the toilet lid beside him. Suddenly Mark was confronted with her her fully exposed, spread pussy, Angela's weeping folds shining slickly at him from a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair. He looked upon it in awe, his mouth falling open as Angela growled down at him. "Lick, worm."