I was a little drunk. I was often a little drunk. It helped me cope with the frustration and resentment of my miserable marriage and my non existent sex life.
I was still a good mum though. And as good a wife as my bad tempered, neglectful boring little dick husband Dave deserved.
So I was drunk, frustrated, bored.
And I was horny.
Since our 20 year old son Mark and his friends had returned from university the house was filled with testosterone, hormonal desire, lewd talk, sweat, furtive pornography and wanking. I should know; it was mum who had to pick up the pants and towels and sheets stiff and sticky with cum and wash them.
To me this libidinous atmosphere was contagious; I felt like a girl again. Mark's friends sometimes tried to flirt with me; clumsily and nervously, bless them. They were trying so hard to be sophisticated and worldly. And I appreciated their efforts. It made me feel desirable again.
I tried to get Dave interested in sex. We managed a short grunting fuck one night. He came and I didn't.
In contrast to me, the presence of young males in the house had only made my husband more bad tempered and jealous and resentful. I knew exactly why. It's the size of his dick. It's very small. And our son and his friends growing up and becoming sexually confident just made him more insecure, jealous and inadequate. I told him size doesn't matter. I lied but I wanted him to believe the lie and at least try to enjoy sex.
Actually I think I'm the one who has a right to feel resentful and angry. I have to put up with his silly little dick. He should be grateful and at least show some enthusiasm and lust. That's all I ask.
So, this night, I was drunk, lonely, frustrated and horny.
And bored.
I went upstairs to Mark's room to see what the boys were up to.
I knew what they were up to. What they were always up to. Watching porn and wanking.
I didn't knock, I just opened the door and went in. One of them; Simon paused the film but I could see the image on the screen. It showed a mature woman with big tits getting fucked by 3 fit young men with massive porn star cocks.
"Hi boys. How're you doing?" I walked in and leaned against the wall.
They looked at each other nervously and muttered "Hi Mrs P." "Okay mum".
Then silence.
This was hard work.
They probably thought I was here to tell them off.
I looked at the screen:
"Don't turn your film off on my account. I might want to watch it too. I like what I'm seeing!"
They sniggered and exchanged glances, nudging one another.
The bigger one; Joe, looked at me with interest.