DISCLAIMER
All characters are 18. This story contains non-consensual sex. If this offends you please find another story to read.
THE DIVINE MRS P
It was during our senior year in High School that my best friend Joe, his twin sister Amy and my lives changed. We turned eighteen within a couple weeks of each other.
Joe and Amy's dad ran the local Italian Social Club in our town. While our parents sat in the bar area drinking or playing cards, Joe and I would be in the backroom shooting pool, playing pinball machines or throwing darts. One of the regulars was twenty-five year old, five foot four inch Mrs. Virginia Piccolo, whose husband was killed in action in the Vietnam War.
Usually there were only married couples or single men hanging out but Mrs. Piccolo was an exception because her parents and her late husband's parents were also members. She would generally have a few drinks then leave. Since the bathrooms were also in the backroom, it wasn't unusual for one of the members to stop and talk with Joe and me or challenge us to a game of pool when they came out of the bathroom.
Mrs. Piccolo was one of the more frequent visitors but all she did was talk, ask us about school, sports and just general BS. Joe and I were always trying to get a peek up her skirts or down her loose tops while she was sitting at one of the tables talking to us without any success.
That all changed one Saturday night. Joe and I were shooting pool when we heard the clicking of heels on the wood floor. Turning around, we noticed Mrs. Piccolo somewhat staggering toward the restrooms with two bottles of beer in each hand. She gave us a little wave before disappearing into the lady's room. A couple minutes later, we were both startled when Mrs. Piccolo called out in a rather loud voice, "how're you boys doing?"
When we turned around, she was standing about a foot or so behind us still carrying the bottles of beer but she was also holding her heels.
"Hi Mrs. Piccolo" we said almost in unison, "doing fine."
Joe and I stared as she set the beers on the table. Our eyes almost popped out of our head when she bent down to set her shoes on the floor. Her top fell away from her body and we were staring down her top at her red bra encased tits.
"OOPPS," she said as she straightened up swaying back and forth a little.
"Can I play the winner?" she asked.
"S-s-sure" Joe stammered.
"Why don't we play cutthroat instead." I chimed in.
"I don't know that game." Mrs. Piccolo said.
"It's easy," Joe stated, "everyone has five balls, 1-5, 6-10 and 11-15. You knock the other player's balls in, you're out when all your ball are off the table."
"OK, I'll be back in a minute." she stated as she half staggered off toward the bar.
When she returned, she had four more bottles of beer and a bucket of ice.
"Now I'm ready! Joe, you break." she exclaimed.
Joe didn't make any balls on the break. I shot next and made sunk two of Joe's ball before missing. Mrs. Piccolo was next and I sat down on a chair behind her. I got an instant hardon as she leaned forward to shoot, her short skirt riding up and I was staring as her red panties that matched the red bra I saw earlier. Looking back, I saw her give me a little smirk but she did nothing to adjust her skirt. Looking over at Joe, I could sense that he was also getting another look down her top.
As the game progressed, Joe and I would switch places whenever Mrs. P was shooting. One looking down her top and one up her skirt. By the end of the second game, she had downed four beers and said she had to pee. When she returned, something seemed a little different to me. I finally found out when she went to take her first shot in the third game. Her top fell open and I was not looking at her red bra but at her bare tits with 2 quarter size areolas and two half inch long pink nipples.
We played a couple more games with Joe and I both standing in front of Mrs. P when was shooting to look at her tits. We were missing on purpose so that she would get more shots and we would get more looks. When she finally won the game, she went to the bathroom again. When she came out she waved to us and said, "Thanks guys, I had a great time." and went back to the bar.
Joe and I just looked at each other dumbfounded, like we couldn't believe what had just happened. Neither one of us had ever seen a real life tit.
About an hour later, Joe's mom came in the backroom.
"Joe, you and Buddy need to drive Mrs. Piccolo home, she's too drunk to drive herself. I'll go over her house tomorrow and bring her back to pick up her car. Joe, here are the keys to your dad's car. If it seems like she's going to throw up, stick her head outta the window or pull over. Your dad will beat your ass if she messes up his car." she said sternly.
"OK mom." Joe replied as he caught the keys, "We'll be there as soon as we straighten up back here."
A couple minutes later we went into the bar and saw Mrs. P sitting near the door with her head laying on the table.
"Time to go home." I said as Joe and I put her arms around our necks and lifted her out of the chair.
"Shokay" she slurred.