James Robinson couldn't move as the naked woman he was curled up behind pressed her large firm buttocks against his hard and very painful erection. He had one arm pinned underneath her heavy body, and the other trapped against her chest under a pair of enormous breasts as she gripped tightly onto both of his hands.
"Someone feels very pleased to be pressed up against me," said the woman, obviously amused and without turning over.
He instinctively tried to shuffle slightly away out of embarrassment, but the woman just repositioned herself so that the tip of his hard-on was still just between the tops of her flabby thighs. He examined the wrinkles around her neck, the deep lines by her ears, the complete lack of any lustre in her thinning but heavily dyed hair, and without even needing to lean forward worked out that he was spooning Mrs Lister, the fifty-something year-old woman whose party he'd attended the night before.
It had taken only seconds for him to work out who he was with, but why and how he'd ended up naked in bed with an erection so big that it hurt made no sense at all. He'd gone round to Mrs Lister's house with a card from his mother, politely accepted a couple drinks even though he'd felt out of place in a room full of women at least twice his age, and couldn't remember anything after that.
Carol Lister sniggered quietly, let go of his right hand, and rolled on her side to face him. "So where's the key to this?" she grinned, jiggling her right arm in the air to draw his attention to the fact that their wrists were handcuffed together.
James Robinson felt his heart race as he stared first at Mrs Lister's face, which looked even older than usual due to make up smears emphasising every crease, then to her pendulous breasts, and then at the largest pair of nipples he'd ever seen: they were the size of drinks coasters with what looked like half-broken pink crayons stuck in their centre and pointing directly at him.
"I don't remember anything!" he exclaimed when some semblance of composure finally returned, "I brought you a card, had a couple of drinks with some of your friends, and the next thing I know is I'm here!"
"Well you seem to be quite happy about it," she smirked while waving her free hand towards a hard-on bigger than James Robinson could ever remember having had before, and then added, "And I must say, it's very flattering. I'd never have thought a young man like you would find a woman my age so attractive, but you obviously do." He glanced down at the very hard and painful evidence which supported every word she'd just said, and without having even the slightest understanding as to why, just nodded in agreement.
