The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV and the occasional clink of ice in Linda’s glass. She was already three whiskeys deep when her daughter’s friend Emma walked in from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water. Emma was twenty-one, tall, with that fresh-faced look that made Linda’s mouth water every time she visited. Linda sat sprawled on the couch in a thin robe that had slipped open at the top, her heavy tits barely contained.
“Sit with me, sweetheart,” Linda slurred, patting the cushion beside her. “Your ride’s not coming for another hour. No point standing there like you’re scared of me.”
Emma hesitated, then dropped down. Linda smelled like booze and perfume, and her eyes were glassy but sharp with something hungrier. She poured another splash into her glass and offered it to Emma. “Drink. Loosen up.”
Emma took a sip, coughed, and Linda laughed low in her throat. “That’s it. Good girl.” Her hand landed on Emma’s thigh, warm and heavy, fingers tracing slow circles. “You’ve got nice legs. Bet they feel even better spread.”
Emma’s breath caught, but she didn’t move away. The whiskey burned in her belly and made everything feel thick and slow. Linda leaned in, robe gaping wider, one dark nipple peeking out. “You ever been with a woman who knows what she’s doing? Not those college boys who just rut and finish.”
Before Emma could answer, Linda’s mouth was on hers—wet, demanding, tasting like whiskey. Her tongue pushed in deep while her hand slid higher, fingers brushing the thin cotton of Emma’s panties. “Already damp,” Linda muttered against her lips. “Knew you wanted it.”
She tugged Emma’s shirt up and off, then shoved the bra aside so she could suck one nipple hard, teeth grazing. Emma gasped and arched, and Linda chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. Let Mommy’s drunk mouth work on you.” Her fingers pushed Emma’s panties aside and sank two thick digits straight into her cunt, pumping rough and steady.
Emma’s hips jerked. Linda fucked her fingers in deeper, thumb grinding on her clit. “So fucking tight. You’re gonna come all over my hand before I even get my tongue in you.” She pulled her fingers out, shiny, and sucked them clean while staring at Emma. “Tastes sweet. Now get those shorts off.”
Emma kicked them away. Linda shoved her back on the couch, spread her legs wide, and buried her face between them. Her tongue was relentless—lapping, sucking, fucking into Emma’s hole while two fingers worked her from underneath. The wet sounds were obscene. Linda moaned like she was starving, the vibrations making Emma’s thighs shake.
“Fuck, you’re dripping down my chin,” Linda growled, pulling back just long enough to slap Emma’s pussy lightly. “Such a messy little slut for a drunk old woman.” She dove back in, sucking hard on Emma’s clit until Emma came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around Linda’s head.
Linda didn’t stop.
She kept licking through the aftershocks, then flipped Emma onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and buried her tongue in her ass while two fingers pounded back into her cunt. “Gonna make this hole mine too,” she rasped, voice thick with liquor and lust. Emma pushed back against her face, moaning into the cushions.
When Linda finally pulled away, she stripped the robe off, climbed onto the couch, and dragged Emma’s face between her own thick thighs. “Eat it. Taste how wet you made Mommy.” Emma licked eagerly, and Linda ground down, riding her tongue and fingers until she came with a hoarse shout, thighs shaking around Emma’s head.
They didn’t stop there. Linda pulled a strap-on from the drawer beside the couch—something she clearly kept ready—and buckled it on with unsteady but practiced hands. She bent Emma over the arm of the couch and sank the thick silicone cock into her in one long thrust. “Take it,” she grunted, fucking her hard and fast, one hand fisted in Emma’s hair. “Take every inch like the dirty girl you are.”
Emma came again, then again, until her legs gave out. Linda finally pulled out, dropped the harness, and pulled Emma into her lap for slow, messy kisses while her fingers lazily circled Emma’s swollen clit. “Next time you come over,” she whispered against Emma’s mouth, “I’ll be even drunker. And you’ll stay the whole night.”
Emma just nodded, still trembling, already wanting more.
