His mom

"Hi Sweetie!" his mom said much too loudly. "Iss yer mom, Wendy, yer mom!"

His parents were at a party at a neighbor's down the street. Apparently his mom was enjoying it quite a lot. His parents often ended up getting drunk on Saturday night and then calling him to pick them up, his dad being too cheap to get a cab when he had a "live in chauffeur". But James thought with them drinking just two blocks away he'd manage to avoid that duty tonight.

"What's up, mom?" he asked. "Are you still at the Sanders' house?"

"Yeah! Iss a really good parzy!" she confirmed. "Mirei Camping's here! Only she's, like, Mirei Yo-ko-ya-ma now cuz she gots a divorce."

The image of Mrs. Camping sprang into his mind. His high school geometry teacher, with her long black hair and adorable ass, was hard to forget.

"That's, um, cool, mom," he said. "Tell her I said 'Hi'".

"James says Hi, Mirei!" his Mom complied.

" Heresa thing, James," she said. "We wuz hoping you could come get her an drive her home. She's a lil' intosisated.

The image of his no nonsense former teacher wasted caused a stirring in his pants. He agreed immediately.

"Thas' my good boy!" his mother said. "I'll tell her yer cumin'. See you soon!"

"Huh," James said. "I never would have guessed tonight would end with me driving my wasted geometry teacher home from my parents' orgy, but I guess that's what's happening!"

James always called his parents' parties "drunken orgies" but of course they were nothing like that. They were in their 40s, after all, and while they did tend to drink a fair bit, the end result was usually them all getting sleepy and ending up calling it a night by 10 or so.

But as James approached the Sanders'place, it was immediately obvious that tonight was different. Martha Sanders was on the front porch. Smoking a cigarette. With her left tit hanging out.

"Hey, Jimmy!" she said after blinking a couple times to recognize him. "Did yer parens finally decide a let you join the party? God, we need fresh meat!"

The pudgie redhead licked her lips lasciviously and looked him up and down.

"I, um, I'm just here to give Mrs. Camping a ride home," he said.

Mrs. Sanders sighed.

"Jus' my luck," she said. "Maybe afer that, you can give ol' Martha a ride home!"

"Um, you are home, Mrs. Sanders," he said.

"Great!" she said. "So you can give me a ride here!"

She pulled up her skirt to show she wasn't wearing panties.

"Wonders await, young man!" she promised.

"I...I really did just..." he stammered, but was rescued by his mother opening the door.

Yet somehow this made him even more uncomfortable. His mom was wearing a bikini and bunny ears. There was whipped cream in her cleavage with tongue tracks going through it.

"There's my big boy!" she exclaimed. "Come give Momma a hug!"

Martha Sanders sighed again as James' Mom gave him a drunken embrace and he tried hard not to think about who may have been eating the whipped cream that was now being smeared on his shirt.

"Less go find Mrs. Camping!" his mom said. "Only don' call her that cuz she got divorced snd her husband's a basser, so she came to our drunken orgy a forget him!"

"I...so this really is a drunken orgy?" James asked.

His mother giggled drunkenly.

"God, James! I thought you knew!" she said.

It was about that time that James saw his father was sprawled out on the Sanders' couch getting a blowjob from Mrs. Harris while Mr. Harris jerked off behind her. James quickly looked away, but not quickly enough. At least his dad had been too into it to notice him.

James' bunny mom led him past various scenes of middle-aged debauchery until they found his former geometry teacher. Some guy James didn't know was handing her a beer and undressing her with his eyes.

"Mirei!" James' mom exclaimed. "James came a drive you home!"

The former Mrs. Camping looked over at them, her eyes dewy, her cheeks flush. She didn't seem to know who they were. James wasn't certain she even knew who she was.

"Actually, we're gonna share an Uber," the guy told them. "She lives in my neighborhood, so no need to trouble yourselves."

His former teacher looked at her alleged neighbor in confusion, then noticed the beer he had handeld her, smiled and drank it down in one long gulp.

"Beeeeeerrrrr..." she said, then giggled.

James' Mom looked skeptically at the man.

"I don't think I know you," she accused.

"I'm a friend of Mary's," he said defensively, pointing to Mirei.

"I don't think you are," James said. "And you should be ashamed of yourself!"

The man's face fell.

"I am ashamed of myself," he said. "I'm scum. Sorry."

He slinked off looking abashed.

"You didn't really want to go home with him, did you Mrs...Mirei?" James asked.

"I din wanna," she confirmed.

"You remember me, don't you?" he asked. "Your favorite student?"

The drunken woman brightened considerably.

"JAMES!" she exclaimed. "How's my faverous stu'ent!"

And she hugged him warmly, leaning into him.

"I misss you a'th sool!" she said.

James hadn't been her favorite student, as far as he knew. Just another member of the herd. But apparently drunk Mrs. Camping had happy memories of him, and with her boobs pressed against him, he certainly wasn't going to complain.

"I've missed you too," he said, and realized it was true. It was just so good to see her again!

"I've missed bein' tied up!" Wendy announced. "So I'm gonna wiggle my lil' bunny tail back to the basement!"

James shuddered. How had he not realized his mom was a superfreak? He was more than a little concerned about leaving her with her judgement clearly impaired. But she wasn't nearly as wasted as his former geometry teacher. And he had missed Mirei's curves so much!