Mrs. Adams needs his attention

"Are you okay, Mrs. Adams?" Matt signaled to Natasha to take over his bartending station and tried to guide Mrs. Adams to a chair.

She lurched and then leaned against him giving him a definite feel of her large fake breasts against his arm. "Not feeling so great."

"It's okay, Mrs. Adams. We'll just sit you down and you can rest."

"I can hold my ****."

Clearly she couldn't. On the other hand, Matt had plenty of experience with a heavy-drinking father so he knew that denial was par for the course. "Sure, Mrs. Adams. But you still need to take a load off your feet."

"I'm not heavy. I work out, keep my body fit."

"It's just an expression."

"Look at this belly." She yanked up her coverup, exposing a tiny bikini bottom and a forty-year-old belly. "My waist is as thin as it was when I was eighteen."

She did have a thin waist. Her thighs certainly weren't as thin as they'd probably once been but they were still muscular and fit. And her tits were great, the size of cantaloupes, the hard nipples showing through the thin bikini fabric. As he watched, the older woman spread her legs showing a wet spot at the bottom of her suit. Unfortunately, she was drunk out of her skull.

"Wow," Matt said. "You're a very attractive woman."

"Damn right I am. And what do I get for it? My husband fucking every starlet in his studio and then sniffing after my daughter."

Mr. Adams was sniffing after Tiffany? No wonder Tiffany played the bitch. Matt promised himself he'd have a little more sympathy for the beautiful blonde.

"Can I get you a cup of coffee."

"Maybe I want some cream in it." She giggled and grabbed Matt's crotch. "Don't worry, I can milk it right here."

Oh, shit. On he one hand, Mrs. Adams was female and, while older, did have a nice body. Plus her husband wouldn't notice anything--he was, as Mrs. Adams had promised, busy getting fawned over and cuddled by a dozen pretty starlets willing to do whatever it took to move their careers forward. On the other hand, they were in public.

"What the hell?" Tanya punched him in the back. "What are you doing to my mother?"

"She had too much to drink," Matt said. "I was trying to get her--"

"Matt has a nice dick," Mrs. Adams said. "Why didn't you tell he he was sporting--"

"Mother!"

"If you need anything," Matt said, "let me know. I'd better get back to work."

"I'm sure you can keep your big dick in your pants Creep. I can't believe you were trying to do my mother."

"I wasn't. I was--"

"Sure. Tell yourself that."

Well, she had a point. He had been interested. But when he realized Mrs. Adams was so drunk, he'd pulled himself back. No way was his first time going to be with a woman older than his mother who was so drunk she wouldn't even remember what had happened. Oh, well, karma was a bitch. His intentions hadn't been good and he was punished for it. All he could hope was that Mrs. Adams would clear things up with Tanya when she sobered up.