I was walking home from the pub feeling a little tipsy. It was a warm Saturday night and it had been an uneventful evening so far. I was wondering what to do once I got home. I could feel my freshly shaven pussy inside my lace knickers, all smooth and tingly. I was in the mood for a hard fuck from some fit, young stud. Unfortunately, all the hot young guys in the pub had been accompanied by their wives or girlfriends, leaving me frustrated.
Then I spotted young Billy Mayhew asleep in a bus shelter. Billy was an eighteen-year-old schoolboy, and my son's best friend.
Billy was out of it. He had been doing the usual Saturday night ritual of a teenager in a small town - drinking cheap cider until he was as pissed as a fart. He had obviously lost his drinking buddies and was now trying to sleep off the drink before returning home to his parents.
"Billy! Billy! BILL!!"
Billy woke up with a start when I shook him. Billy was, in my eyes, the perfect looking boy. He was around 6 foot with a great body and scruffy blonde hair, and on top of all that he was one of the nicest people you were ever likely to meet.
"What's going on?" Billy slurred.
"It's me," I whispered. "Donna. Daniel's mum."
"Oh, hello Don. Shit, I must have fallen asleep."
"You best come back to mine for a coffee and sober up. We don't want your parents seeing you pissed."
"Is Daniel home?"
"No. He's at his father's this weekend on a fishing trip. So it'll just be the two of us. That's not a problem, is it?"
"No, that's fine," he replied.
I took hold of Billy's hand and hauled him up. Billy stumbled and grabbed me round the waist for support. I just laughed and Billy quickly removed the offending hands thinking I was objecting.