Norma glanced out the window for the up-teenth timeāstill no Troy. Back to the bathroom, she assured every detail was just right. āI still look good for thirty nine, if I so say so myself,ā she thought. Her lime green bikini under her tropical patterned cover-up brought out her red hair and green eyes perfectly. Back before he let himself go to pot, before his impotence, this type outfit always brought her husband, Billās, cock to full attention. Two years and countingāstill he refused to get help. Today she was taking the bull by the hornsāif she didnāt chicken out.
The only alcohol available was the cheap red wine the doctor ordered Bill to drink before bedtime, but while she never drank before sheād already had two glasses and now she poured herself another. Where was Troy?
Sheād realized last year Troy had a crush of her, and the longer she went without, the more tempted she was to respond to the supposedly teen age Lotharioās advances. Well, today he was no longer jail bait and she asked him over to celebrate his becoming legal. Now where the heck was he? She sipped on her wine and checked once again; still no Troy.
Disappointed she decided to start the pool party without the little assholeāstand her up, will he? Sheād show him!
Since she was over half through her glass, she decided to pour another before she settled down with her romance novel. If she couldnāt do it, sheād just read about it.
The poolās deck seemed to waver as she went for a refill, but she made it without spilling too much. Back to her book, the heroine was just kissing the heroās giant cock and Normaās fingers had just found her magic spot when she heard, āHey Momma, need help?ā
Surprised, she tried to jerk her hand back, put her book down, and jump up all at the same time, She may have made it with two glasses of wineāthree was too much. If Troy hadnāt grabbed her, sheād have fallen.
Naturally that played right into Troyās plans. He was a man on a mission and getting to fuck the woman heād lusted after for so long was just icing on the cake. He might have been young, but heād had more pussy than many men twice his age, and the woman he called Momma would add a full grown woman to his harem.
Grabbing her, he pulled her almost naked body tightly against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck just as his lips sought hers. There was no tender foreplay involved; he was a horny eighteen year old and she was drunk and horny.
Her lips parted, accepting his pressing tongue. She wiggled against his probing cock, desperately willing it to enter her. He pushed the crotch of her bikini aside, his right hand guiding his shaft against her.