Shannon Brennan was a handful. The pretty 63-year-old blonde was best friends with Terry's grandmother, Linda, and would often drop by unannounced for a "quick little drink," as she'd put it, which was anything but quick or little, pounding down scotch by the glassful and staying longer than Terry or his grandmother would like.
The 19-year-old college student would often drop in on his widowed grandmother, checking to see if she needed anything after he got out of school and usually staying for dinner, keeping to lonely old woman company. But whenever Shannon would see the boy's car, she'd invariably pull in, starting a long night of drinking, and depressing chatter. Shannon, though attractive, hadn't dated much in recent years and hadn't, as she'd often say in a drunken stupor, "gotten any dick in too long."
Shannon was a depressive personality, though she'd never get help for it, preferring to feel sorry for herself and drain the life out of any conversation with those around her. Linda felt bad for her, and would indulge her rants and diatribes, feeding her scotch and hoping she'd soon tire and go home.
Terry was sitting with his grandmother one night when Shannon came in, after a couple of hours playing tennis with friends, about her only diversion from work and drinking. She wasn't a bad-looking broad for her age, Terry had to admit, particularly when she was dressed like she was now, with little white tennis skirt and top, short white socks and sneaks, revealing surprisingly supple legs for a woman in her 60s, muscular beneath slightly saggy, wrinkled skin, and in impressive rack to boot.
Though she could pass for hot, Terry was always turned off by her attitude, and drinking, and how she'd make he and his grandmother uncomfortable with untoward remarks about him, saying how studly and sexy the boy was, leering at him, making him and Linda cringe. But they put up with it, pouring her another drink to take her mind off her suggestive chatter.
This night, Shannon was fairly well sloshed when Linda talked to her grandson quietly at the counter, after shutting off her friend.
"Honey, she can't drive like this, she's worse than ever," Linda sighed, looking back at Shannon in the living room where she sat, legs spread on the couch, drink in her hands between them. "Please, give her a ride, it's not far, just a couple miles. It's on your way home."
"Jeez, Grandma, she's so rude, and so damned depressing, God," Terry groused.
"Oh, OK," Linda said with a purposeful sigh. "I guess I'll do it..."
Terry looked at his beloved grandmother and smiled. He knew her game, loved her for it, he'd do anything for her even giving her drunken friend a quick ride.
"Right, Grandma," he laughed, grabbing his keys off the counter and turning to the living room, "C'mon, Mrs. Brennan, time to get moving."
Shannon shambled to the kitchen, her blonde hair tucked under her ball cap, smiling drunkenly at the boy.
"Now don't you be going taking advantage of a drunk old lady, boy, ya hear?" she laughed in a slur of scotch-scented breath that had Linda and Terry turning their heads.
They made small talk on the drive, Terry trying not to look over at Mrs. Brenna's amazingly sexy legs, bared now almost all the way up as she unashamedly hiked her tennis skirt up to scratch her ass cheek closest to Terry, thighs tanned and smooth, calves shapely and firm. For a flashing second, he envisioned her giving him a blowjob in the front seat of his car. It'd been awhile since he'd fucked his girlfriend, and thought he could use the release, and the old woman was drunk enough, and no doubt horny enough to do it, and probably not remember she did. But then as she spread those thighs to release the "roadie" she'd insisted on taking with her, a glass full of scotch, Terry caught a whiff of the sweaty scent emanating from within and quickly changed his mind about how attractive she might be.
