Mrs Sanders walks in

The door swung open and in walked a partially clothed Mrs Sanders.

Her eyes were cloudy with intoxication and a trail of hickies ran from her neck down to one exposed breast, the nipple erect and swollen from recent suckling.

At first she didn’t appear to notice James at all, her eyes instead focusing on his naked mother. He thought he might have noticed a gleam of lust in her drunken gaze, but it was gone in an instant once she realised there was a third party in the room.

“Jimmy?” She gasped, taken a step back in surprise. “Jizzus! You scared the shit outtame!”

He didn’t know how to respond, but he was painfully aware of his nakedness in that moment and felt a flush of embarrassment, even as his dick grew harder at the sight of the drunken woman.

Martha Sanders wasn’t the youngest or prettiest woman around. While she wasn’t exactly fat, a combination of middle age and frequent **** consumption had left her body pudgy and soft. Her tits and ass, while big, had begun to sag and lose the perkiness that they undoubtedly possessed in youth.

Framed by vibrant red hair, her face was probably the thing that had held up the most over the years. Yes she had the lines around her eyes and mouth, but there was an attractive, inviting quality about it.

Despite himself, James couldn’t hide his attraction.

Mrs Sanders confusion melted away and was soon replaced by naked lust. Slowly she lifted her skirt and revealed her shaved pussy.

“So, kiddo, how about that ride?”