It was the last Friday before Christmas - the UK's 'Black Friday' - and I had just driven back from university after recovering from the uni's Christmas Ball! Most of my friends had gone to Cardiff for the night but I couldn't face another heavy night so decided to stay home. About 10pm I was feeling better and a bit bored so decided to drop in to my local pub and see if any people were about. As it was raining, I decided to take the car and leave it there if I managed to find people to join up with.
When I got inside the pub it was rammed with people, lots of local businesses were having their Christmas parties so it was difficult to find anyone I knew well enough to stand a chat to. I decided to have a pint anyway so edged my way to the bar past a group of women. As I was pushing past them, I noticed one of them was Heather Williams, the mother of a past friend, someone I used to play with when in junior school but lost touch with when we went to different secondary schools. Mr. Williams was nowhere to be seen so I assumed the women were on a girls' night out!
As it was really crowded by the bar, I took the opportunity of brushing up against Heather's back and placing my hands on her hips to gently move her out of the way.
"Excuse me, I just want to get to the bar!" I said and continued to gently twist Heather to one side.
Her friends were pulling faces, obviously letting Heather know that someone good looking was behind her and egging her on a bit. She turned around and smiled up at me but there was no recognition on her face...
"I would make room for you any day, baby!" she replied, and blew me a kiss. I smiled back and took a better look at Heather since she'd given me a little opening to see what would happen. Heather must have been about 50 years old, she was slightly younger than my mother so that sounded about right. She had obviously gone to town on getting dressed up for this night out, her curly blonde hair was floating over her shoulders and she had on a clingy black velvet dress with a lacy see-through panel that almost, but didn't quite, cover her breasts. It was the sight of her breasts that made my mind up on what I was going to try and do that night.
As a 6-year-old, I had never really noticed Mrs. Williams' breasts, they were always hidden under baggy and comfy clothes when I played at her house. I guess that between breast-feeding age and puberty, women's breasts don't really register with most boys! Anyway, Heather's breasts looked huge, and she obviously had a really good bra on as they stood proud with a really deep cleavage that was just visible through the lace. Mrs. Williams isn't the tallest of women, I would say she is 5' normally but that night she had high heels on that made her about 5" taller, but still a good 8" shorter than me so I had a great view down that valley.
"I will take you up on that when I come back from the bar!" I replied, smiling back at her.
"Since you're on the way, why don't you buy me a drink. It is Christmas after all!"
"I would love to, what are you drinking?"
"Oh, I'll come with you and see what I fancy since you're buying!" she giggled.
"OK, you'd better follow me. Don't get lost!" I replied and turned towards the bar. I felt Heather's hand grab my arm as I started to move people out of the way and we moved to the bar. I ordered a lager and Heather asked for a 'Sex on the Beach' cocktail, giggling uncontrollably as she said it. I turned to the bar again and kept my eye on the barman to make sure he didn't forget us. I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Williams in the bar mirror, she had turned round to her friends and was gesturing at them. I couldn't see what she was doing but I could make out the laughter on her friend's faces and them nodding their heads vigorously. I made up my mind then that I was going to try and get Heather back to my flat, at the very least get her into my car for whatever fun she would let me get away with.
The barman brought our drinks and we turned away and back to her group of friends, Heather grabbing my arm again. Once we were back with her friends, I made to move off, but Heather kept hold of my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" Heather said, "You're the youngest and best-looking bloke in this place so you can stay here!"
"Not a problem for me! I just don't want to cramp your style if any men come and try and chat you up!" I said.
"Well, I've got you so the girls can fight over anyone else who comes over!" replied Heather, and put her arm around my waist. I did the same and pulled her up against me a little closer. That seemed to really affect her because she sort of melted up against me, slightly turning so her breasts touched my side. Her doing that immediately got my cock twitching and I tightened my grip on her waist, pushing her breasts against me a bit harder.
We chatted as a group, well shouted to make ourselves heard over the music and voices in the place. Time went on and a group of people left from a table really close to where we were all standing. One of the other women pushed her way over and shouted to us all to grab seats while we could. There were only 6 seats and there were 7 of us so I playfully suggested Heather sit on my lap. Mrs. Williams giggled again and pushed me down onto the seat then plonked herself down on top of me. I put both arms around her waist and pulled her a little further towards me, making her wriggle her bum a little bit to get comfortable.
This had the obvious effect on my cock and I became rock hard beneath her. Heather obviously felt this because she gently moved her bum again, almost unnoticeable to anyone watching but obvious to me that she was enjoying the affect she was having. I tightened my grip on her waist a little more and let me other hand come to rest on her thigh after replacing my drink on the table one time. We all continued to chat for a while with the women taking turns to order cocktails at a pretty rapid rate.
Come midnight, the bar was beginning to thin out a bit more as people left for home. Some more chairs became free but Heather stayed firmly on my lap, managing to put me continual cycles of erection seemingly at will. By this time, the women were pretty drunk, Mrs. Williams was resting her head against mine while still talking to her friends. I decided to try and move things along, as much as I was enjoying things.
"Do you recognize me, Heather?" I whispered in her ear. She moved her head away and tried to focus on me.
"No! Should I?"
"I'm John, I used to come around to play with your son Chris years ago!"
Heather squinted at me, the alcohol obviously clouding her mind a lot. She then opened her eyes wide and put her hand over her mouth in shock! She leant back towards me and whispered back at me.
"I can't believe it! You must think I am awful!" and then she giggled again.
"Not awful at all, I am enjoying this a lot."
"Me too, but obviously I am old enough to be your mother and here I am, acting like a teenager!"
