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(Day 5 continued)
I had intended going straight back to our room, but mum objected. I'm parched, she declared, I need a drink. You'll have to make it a quick one if you still want to go on the pub crawl this evening. Of course I do, she confirmed, so we headed for the bar, where she made swift work of a large beer. We went back to our room and freshened up with a nice long shower together. There's no nicer feeling than mum's big soapy boobs and belly squishing against me. In no time at all I was rampant and slipped my cock inside her. Mum hugged herself to me so tightly I thought she was going to crush me. Fuck me, she was shouting, fuck me harder, and I happily obliged, and in no time at all she was roaring like a wild a****l as I climaxed inside her. When I'd got my breath back, I said: we'd better get ready now, we haven't got very long. So we came out of the shower and dried off.
Mum rummaged around and found her white tube dress, and with some difficulty, managed to squeeze into it. The material was very thin, and thankfully extremely stretchy. It was also very short, only just covering her boobs and bottom. It clung tightly around the top of her thick thighs, emphasising the swell of her belly and hips, and deliciously moulding her bra-less boobs and prominent nipples. She looked every inch the middle-aged tart. That's quite an impressive beer belly you've got on you now, I said, as I gave it a resounding slap, not really surprising with the quantity you're drinking at the moment. I don't care, said mum, I like beer, and wine. The wine's full of calories too, I reminded her. Well that's too bad, I enjoy drinking, the more the better, it makes me feel good. Anyway, I continued, it doesn't matter, I still think you look irresistible, but I think you're going to need a new wardrobe if you put on any more weight. Nonsense, mum said, looking at herself in the full-length mirror, it fits perfectly, you wait and see if I don't get lots of admirers. Of that I was sure, but of course they would all have one thing in mind.
We'd better grab a quick bite to eat before we go, I suggested, but mum said she was still full from lunch, and just wanted a drink. You get something to eat, and I'll wait in the bar she said. Now the shower had sobered her up a little, but I had no doubt it wouldn't take much to top her up again, so I said: Take it easy, you've got all evening ahead of you, knowing full well she wouldn't. OK, she lied. I'll see you in the bar in about half an hour then, I said.
When I went to collect her, I found her standing very close to an older man, who had one hand firmly clamped on her bottom, and the other unashamedly groping her tits. She made no attempt to disentangle herself when she saw me, but said: This nice gentleman's been buying me drinks, I told him I was meeting you, but he insisted, so it seemed rude to refuse. So how many have you had, I enquired. Only three little glasses of wine, she replied, giggling. The glass of wine on the bar looked more like a 250 ml one to me. I said: well, you'd better drink up or we'll be late, so mum knocked it back, and gave the man a big sloppy kiss. Catch you again, he said. You can try, mum replied, laughing. Mum staggered alarmingly as she started to walk, so I put my arm firmly round her waist and guided her out to the lobby. The rep told us that the others had already gone down to the bar on the corner of the street near the bus stop, so we went to join them.
I let mum go in first, and as I followed her in, I recognised four young men from our hotel standing at the bar. Two were dressed in jeans and t-shirts, but the other two more brazen in just denim shorts, showing off their muscular chests. The shorts were quite tight, and I could see straight away that these two – one in particular – were well endowed. They were all behaving as though they were already well primed with alcohol. Naturally, they all stared at mum in her scanty clinging dress as she went in. bloody hell, one of them said, I don't think much of yours. Well, that's your loss, said mum defiantly, I'm a bloody good fuck. They were momentarily lost for words, so I said: You'll have to excuse my mum, she's been drinking all day. Your mum? one of them said, incredulously. Yes, I said, I'm just making sure she doesn't get up to too much mischief. Don't take any notice of him, mum said, he just wants to keep me all to himself. Well, we wouldn't want that, one said, as another spluttered with surprise in his beer.
So who's going to buy me a drink, I'm gasping, mum said, though it was obvious from the way she was swaying that she'd had a skinfull already. As one of them ordered a beer, she went and stood so close to the lad with the biggest tackle that her belly was resting against the bulge in his shorts and her boobs were nuzzling his bare chest. You look like a big boy, she told him, as she started to rub herself against him. I do have that reputation, he conceded. I have quite a reputation too, mum confided. Good or bad, he said. Oh, very bad she replied with emphasis. Well, we'll have to put that to the test a bit later, he said. I'll look forward to it, mum assured him. She took the beer that was now being offered to her by another of the lads and drank greedily. Thankyou, mum said, you can have a feel of my tits if you like. He hesitated for a moment, and you could see him thinking that he was lowering his standards a bit, but in his semi-drunken state decided to go for it anyway, and had a bit of a fondle. You'll find it easier if you stand behind me, mum told him, so he did as he was told and gave her boobs a good kneading as she supped her drink.
At this point our rep arrived, and suggested we all drink up so we could catch the next bus downtown. So our little party of boozers made our way to the bus stop, mum now weaving very unsteadily. As we stood waiting, mum was starting to fidget in that unmistakable way that told me her bladder was filling up nicely again. After several minutes a bus came along, but it was completely full and went straight past the stop. When's the next one, I asked the rep. In about half an hour, she replied. We could take a couple of taxis, she suggested, or go and have another drink while we're waiting. The second option found favour, so we all returned to the bar. I thought mum might take the opportunity to go to the loo, but she was more interested in getting the lads to buy her another drink, which they soon did.
Much touching and groping ensued, with mum paying particular attention to the two in denim shorts, as she snuggled up to their bare chests, fondling their members, that were by now straining to be free of their shorts. I didn't realise it was going to be a topless evening, she said to them, I feel a bit over-dressed. And with that, she eased down the top of her dress, and her heavy ripe boobs flopped out in all their glory. The lads thought that their all their Birthdays had come at once, and couldn't take their eyes, or their hands, off the bountiful mature flesh on view. Whilst mum enjoyed the good mauling she was receiving, she finished her beer, and started helping herself to the lads glasses of beer, which they seemed quite happy to share with her. This went on until the rep said it was time to head out to the bus stop again.
By now mum was plainly nursing a very full bladder, and said she needed to go the loo first. If you do that, you might miss the bus, the rep told her, you'll just have to cross your legs. So mum, now staggering all over the place, made her way out to the bus stop, making no attempt to pull up her dress again over her boobs. The lads huddled round to enjoy the show, and it was quite comical watching her cross and uncross her legs whilst trying not to fall over. I stood behind her and put my arms around her beer-bloated belly. I pressed on her swollen bladder with my fingers and she started making little whimpering sounds. Don't do that, I'm full to bursting, she pleaded, but I took no notice, and said: That's what comes of having so much to drink, you naughty girl, but mum just giggled. As she squirmed beneath my touch, I was getting really turned on, but I knew that the sensation would be turning her on as well.
The bus, when it arrived, looked just as full as the previous one, and I thought it was going to go straight past the stop, but the driver, probably having clocked mum's topless attire, pulled in and let us on. It is no exaggeration to say that mum caused something of a sensation as she stumbled onto the bus with her breasts swinging free for all to see. Mum pushed through into the press of standing passengers, mainly young men, taking it nice and slowly to give to give them ample opportunity for a good grope, which she responded to with delighted squeals and giggles. After indulging herself in all the gratifying attention for several minutes, she found herself pressed up against a particularly muscular chest in a tight t-shirt. Well hello there, he said, in a James Bond sort of voice. She looked him straight in the eye and said: I think I've forgotten to put my knickers on. Is that so, he said, as coolly as he could manage. Could you check for me? she said innocently. It was impossible to see in the crush, but mum's gasp of pleasure told me had had obliged. Christ, you're wet, he said. I was always get terribly horny when I'm drunk, mum confided. Ooh, that's really nice, mum told him, as her breathing became heavier. That's it, she was saying, faster, faster, and before long she was shouting: I'm cumming, I'm cumming, loud enough for the whole bus to hear. I knew what would happen as she did, and the look of surprise on his face told me that she had peed all over his hand. But he was quite unfazed, and continued to rub mum, who just kept on cumming, as she convulsed and clawed his back.
But we had now reached our stop, where most of the other people got off as well, and I had to help mum off the bus to prevent her falling, as the combined effects of the alcohol and the orgasm had weakened her legs. The rep suggested we go to a nearby Sports Bar to start with, which I knew would please mum, because it would be full of single young men getting primed for clubbing. She was still looking flushed and breathing hard as we went in, and in her state of arousal, her engorged nipples stood out proudly. Although she could hardly stand up, I let her go in on her own, to watch the reaction. Once inside, she hesitated for a moment, and I guessed she was looking for the Ladies. The spurt of pee as she orgasmed on the bus would have done little to relieve the pressure in her bladder, and it would be re-filling rapidly. As mum hesitated, reeling precariously, there was a collective intake of breath as those inside bar took their eyes off the big-screen football and registered what they were seeing, followed by cheers and whoops. Our group of lads had gone in ahead of us and were already ordering at the bar. The bare chested one with the big dick that mum had already taken a fancy to went straight over and put his arm around her, saying: you look as though you could use a drink. You could see mum was torn between the desire to relieve her aching bladder, and her desire for this young man, but of course she didn't want to snub him, so she kissed him full on the lips, and against wiser judgement, let him guide her to the bar, where he ordered her a beer.
God, I'm so pissed, mum slurred, as the lads started feeling her up again. Her favourite, who we will call Jim, hoisted her, with some difficulty, onto a bar stool, causing her dress to ride up, revealing the full extent of her fleshy thighs, which she made no attempt to close, so that her shaven haven was invitingly exposed. Whilst the others groped her boobs, and sucked her amazingly stiff nipples, Jim slipped an exploratory finger into her cunt. This gave mum the excuse to do what she had wanted to do ever since she first set eyes on him, and unzipped his shorts to release his member, which more than fulfilled its promise. Long and thick, it stiffened rapidly as she rubbed it. This was all going on in full view, but the bar staff were too busy to bother or even notice, and the predominantly male clientele weren't about to object to the free show. But before mum had even got into a good rhythm he shot his load, and it was a good load, all over mum's dress. What a waste, mum exclaimed with disappointment, we should have saved that for later. Don't worry, he assured her, there's plenty more where that came from, at which mum's eyes widened with approval. Sorry about your dress, though, Jim said. That's alright, she mumbled, as she scooped up the goo as best she could with her fingers and put it in her mouth.
Now it's your turn, he told her, as he resumed massaging her, now with four fingers moving more rapidly inside her cunt, which was already well lubricated from all the attention her nipples were receiving. In no time at all she was in the throes of another mighty orgasm, accompanied by the inevitable eruption of pee. Jim was momentarily taken aback by this, but then burst out laughing. Sorry, mum said, I should have warned you, I'm bursting for a pee. Never mind, he said, sup up and have another drink. I shouldn't really, mum said, I'm completely blotto already. Well, maybe just a little glass of wine, she added quickly, in case the offer was withdrawn. So mum finished her beer and let out a huge belch. She giggled, and patted her distended belly, looking at it with a stupid grin of satisfaction. I knew she was very near the point of being totally incapable, and adding more wine to the mix wasn't going top help. Needless to say, the glass of wine when it came was a large one, full to the lip. Jim handed it to her, saying don't spill it, so mum took it in both hands and drank a good half of it straight off. Mmm, that's good, she said, setting it down on the bar.
Then she said: God, I really really need a pee, my bladder's so full I can't hold any more. Well, you'd better go then, said Jim. Mum tried to get off the bar stool, but then said despairingly: I think I'm too drunk to walk. Well, we do have a situation, don't we, Jim said. I know, let's all go and play some pool, that'll take your mind off it. Mum looked at him in confusion, she wasn't even capable of standing, let alone playing pool, even if she knew how. However, she let herself be lifted off the stool, then told them to wait whilst she finished her wine, which she did in one go, and they then had to more or less carry her to the games room. There were four tables, two of which were occupied with groups of young men and women, plus people playing gaming machines around the edge of the room.
Jim chose a vacant table in the corner furthest from the bar and propped mum against it, with one of the lads holding her firmly round her tits to keep her upright. By this time most of the people in the room had interrupted their games to watch the spectacle of this legless, topless, shameless tart of a woman. Their expressions then turned to disbelief, as Jim got down on his knees and started to lick mum's fanny. His practised technique was working its magic and soon had mum gurgling with pleasure. God, that's good, she said, keeping up a running commentary as she got more and more aroused, but he played a long game, gently teasing her clit with his tongue, until mum was shouting at him, begging him to make her cum. When he judged the time was ripe he increased the pace and the pressure, and in no time mum was crying and thrashing in the grip of a tumultuous orgasm, at the same time releasing all the pent-up pressure in her bladder, soaking Jim from head to foot. I thought he was going to drown, but he didn't miss a beat as mum's climax and the accompanying deluge went on and on. By the time her spasms of pleasure began to subside, an ever expanding pool of liquid covered the games room floor, and some of the spectators who had crowded round were backing off in order to keep their feet dry.
But that was just the prologue. Jim now hoisted mum up so she was perched on the edge of the pool table, and beckoned one of his mates to come close. He didn't need any further clarification, unzipping his flies, grabbing mum round her arse cheeks, and plunging straight in. Mum must have still been very sensitive from her recent orgasm, and her expression of tortured pleasure as he pounded away suggested that the sensation was almost too much to bear. But she didn't have to bear it for very long, as the lad quickly came inside her with a series of grunts. Jim then invited another of his mates to take his place, but whether he didn't fancy sloppy seconds, or just wasn't willing to compromise his standards, he declined the offer, but the other bare-chested lad wasn't so particular and was only too happy to fill the void, so to speak. Mum was obviously well lubricated, in more ways than one, and had little trouble accommodating his impressive tool, as he pounded her up to the hilt. With her head thrown back, and her mouth wide open, she was looking on the verge of another massive orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out and sprayed copious jets of spunk all over mum's tits and dress. Mum cried with frustration, saying: fuck me, fuck me, so Jim quickly pushed his mate aside and eased the head of his engorged member into mum's beckoning snatch. Mum's eyes bulged in their sockets, and she let out a stream of incoherent expletives as she felt the length and girth of his weapon stretch her aching cunt. As he gradually increased the pace of his strokes, mum's face was contorted with exquisite pain, her flushed boobs running with sweat, and her tumescent nipples like dark red walnuts. She began to shake uncontrollably as the moment of shattering release approached and overwhelmed her.. But Jim, having been wanked off quite recently, wasn't ready to cum again just yet, and after the briefest of pauses, carried on driving his manhood home. Mum was by now well into sensory overload, with tears streaming down her face and almost sobbing, as yet another orgasm began to build inexorably within her already satiated body. As it reached its apex, mum stiffened and screamed, her fingers digging into Jim's back, and I really thought she was going to pass out. By now, Jim was reaching the point of no return, and with a series of final hammering thrusts he spent his second load of the evening. Mum was still sobbing as Jim's pumping eventually abated, and inch by inch he withdrew his still rigid member. Mum crumpled forward onto him like a rag doll. She seemed quite oblivious to all the attention she was receiving from those stood around, now applauding and cheering the performance.
Our rep had been observing all this from a discrete distance. She must have seen plenty of lewd behaviour in a job of that kind, but her expression suggested that even she found the episode pretty gross. She now made her way through the crowd, and asked if we were ready to move on. Our group of lads readily replied in the affirmative, but I regretfully said that mum was in no fit state to carry on. So as the lads preened themselves, they went happily on their way, without even a backward glance. Not that it bothered mum in the least. All she had really wanted was the reassurance that she was still sexually desirable, and she had received that three times over. I was left holding her spent body, as the audience drifted away. I pulled her spunk-soiled dress down over her bottom, and pulled the top up as best I could to contain her boobs, glistening with sweat and cum. In her drunk and exhausted state, her legs were almost useless, and I struggled to support her weight as I helped her out of the bar. Fortunately, there was a taxi rank nearby, and I told the driver to take us back to our hotel. I had to cross a porter's palm with euros to help me get mum out of the cab and back to our room. I peeled off her dress, sat her on a stool in the shower cubicle, and gave her a good washing down. I managed to get her to drink a glass of water before she collapsed into oblivion on the bed.
I had intended going straight back to our room, but mum objected. I'm parched, she declared, I need a drink. You'll have to make it a quick one if you still want to go on the pub crawl this evening. Of course I do, she confirmed, so we headed for the bar, where she made swift work of a large beer. We went back to our room and freshened up with a nice long shower together. There's no nicer feeling than mum's big soapy boobs and belly squishing against me. In no time at all I was rampant and slipped my cock inside her. Mum hugged herself to me so tightly I thought she was going to crush me. Fuck me, she was shouting, fuck me harder, and I happily obliged, and in no time at all she was roaring like a wild a****l as I climaxed inside her. When I'd got my breath back, I said: we'd better get ready now, we haven't got very long. So we came out of the shower and dried off.
Mum rummaged around and found her white tube dress, and with some difficulty, managed to squeeze into it. The material was very thin, and thankfully extremely stretchy. It was also very short, only just covering her boobs and bottom. It clung tightly around the top of her thick thighs, emphasising the swell of her belly and hips, and deliciously moulding her bra-less boobs and prominent nipples. She looked every inch the middle-aged tart. That's quite an impressive beer belly you've got on you now, I said, as I gave it a resounding slap, not really surprising with the quantity you're drinking at the moment. I don't care, said mum, I like beer, and wine. The wine's full of calories too, I reminded her. Well that's too bad, I enjoy drinking, the more the better, it makes me feel good. Anyway, I continued, it doesn't matter, I still think you look irresistible, but I think you're going to need a new wardrobe if you put on any more weight. Nonsense, mum said, looking at herself in the full-length mirror, it fits perfectly, you wait and see if I don't get lots of admirers. Of that I was sure, but of course they would all have one thing in mind.
We'd better grab a quick bite to eat before we go, I suggested, but mum said she was still full from lunch, and just wanted a drink. You get something to eat, and I'll wait in the bar she said. Now the shower had sobered her up a little, but I had no doubt it wouldn't take much to top her up again, so I said: Take it easy, you've got all evening ahead of you, knowing full well she wouldn't. OK, she lied. I'll see you in the bar in about half an hour then, I said.
When I went to collect her, I found her standing very close to an older man, who had one hand firmly clamped on her bottom, and the other unashamedly groping her tits. She made no attempt to disentangle herself when she saw me, but said: This nice gentleman's been buying me drinks, I told him I was meeting you, but he insisted, so it seemed rude to refuse. So how many have you had, I enquired. Only three little glasses of wine, she replied, giggling. The glass of wine on the bar looked more like a 250 ml one to me. I said: well, you'd better drink up or we'll be late, so mum knocked it back, and gave the man a big sloppy kiss. Catch you again, he said. You can try, mum replied, laughing. Mum staggered alarmingly as she started to walk, so I put my arm firmly round her waist and guided her out to the lobby. The rep told us that the others had already gone down to the bar on the corner of the street near the bus stop, so we went to join them.
I let mum go in first, and as I followed her in, I recognised four young men from our hotel standing at the bar. Two were dressed in jeans and t-shirts, but the other two more brazen in just denim shorts, showing off their muscular chests. The shorts were quite tight, and I could see straight away that these two – one in particular – were well endowed. They were all behaving as though they were already well primed with alcohol. Naturally, they all stared at mum in her scanty clinging dress as she went in. bloody hell, one of them said, I don't think much of yours. Well, that's your loss, said mum defiantly, I'm a bloody good fuck. They were momentarily lost for words, so I said: You'll have to excuse my mum, she's been drinking all day. Your mum? one of them said, incredulously. Yes, I said, I'm just making sure she doesn't get up to too much mischief. Don't take any notice of him, mum said, he just wants to keep me all to himself. Well, we wouldn't want that, one said, as another spluttered with surprise in his beer.
So who's going to buy me a drink, I'm gasping, mum said, though it was obvious from the way she was swaying that she'd had a skinfull already. As one of them ordered a beer, she went and stood so close to the lad with the biggest tackle that her belly was resting against the bulge in his shorts and her boobs were nuzzling his bare chest. You look like a big boy, she told him, as she started to rub herself against him. I do have that reputation, he conceded. I have quite a reputation too, mum confided. Good or bad, he said. Oh, very bad she replied with emphasis. Well, we'll have to put that to the test a bit later, he said. I'll look forward to it, mum assured him. She took the beer that was now being offered to her by another of the lads and drank greedily. Thankyou, mum said, you can have a feel of my tits if you like. He hesitated for a moment, and you could see him thinking that he was lowering his standards a bit, but in his semi-drunken state decided to go for it anyway, and had a bit of a fondle. You'll find it easier if you stand behind me, mum told him, so he did as he was told and gave her boobs a good kneading as she supped her drink.
At this point our rep arrived, and suggested we all drink up so we could catch the next bus downtown. So our little party of boozers made our way to the bus stop, mum now weaving very unsteadily. As we stood waiting, mum was starting to fidget in that unmistakable way that told me her bladder was filling up nicely again. After several minutes a bus came along, but it was completely full and went straight past the stop. When's the next one, I asked the rep. In about half an hour, she replied. We could take a couple of taxis, she suggested, or go and have another drink while we're waiting. The second option found favour, so we all returned to the bar. I thought mum might take the opportunity to go to the loo, but she was more interested in getting the lads to buy her another drink, which they soon did.
Much touching and groping ensued, with mum paying particular attention to the two in denim shorts, as she snuggled up to their bare chests, fondling their members, that were by now straining to be free of their shorts. I didn't realise it was going to be a topless evening, she said to them, I feel a bit over-dressed. And with that, she eased down the top of her dress, and her heavy ripe boobs flopped out in all their glory. The lads thought that their all their Birthdays had come at once, and couldn't take their eyes, or their hands, off the bountiful mature flesh on view. Whilst mum enjoyed the good mauling she was receiving, she finished her beer, and started helping herself to the lads glasses of beer, which they seemed quite happy to share with her. This went on until the rep said it was time to head out to the bus stop again.
By now mum was plainly nursing a very full bladder, and said she needed to go the loo first. If you do that, you might miss the bus, the rep told her, you'll just have to cross your legs. So mum, now staggering all over the place, made her way out to the bus stop, making no attempt to pull up her dress again over her boobs. The lads huddled round to enjoy the show, and it was quite comical watching her cross and uncross her legs whilst trying not to fall over. I stood behind her and put my arms around her beer-bloated belly. I pressed on her swollen bladder with my fingers and she started making little whimpering sounds. Don't do that, I'm full to bursting, she pleaded, but I took no notice, and said: That's what comes of having so much to drink, you naughty girl, but mum just giggled. As she squirmed beneath my touch, I was getting really turned on, but I knew that the sensation would be turning her on as well.
The bus, when it arrived, looked just as full as the previous one, and I thought it was going to go straight past the stop, but the driver, probably having clocked mum's topless attire, pulled in and let us on. It is no exaggeration to say that mum caused something of a sensation as she stumbled onto the bus with her breasts swinging free for all to see. Mum pushed through into the press of standing passengers, mainly young men, taking it nice and slowly to give to give them ample opportunity for a good grope, which she responded to with delighted squeals and giggles. After indulging herself in all the gratifying attention for several minutes, she found herself pressed up against a particularly muscular chest in a tight t-shirt. Well hello there, he said, in a James Bond sort of voice. She looked him straight in the eye and said: I think I've forgotten to put my knickers on. Is that so, he said, as coolly as he could manage. Could you check for me? she said innocently. It was impossible to see in the crush, but mum's gasp of pleasure told me had had obliged. Christ, you're wet, he said. I was always get terribly horny when I'm drunk, mum confided. Ooh, that's really nice, mum told him, as her breathing became heavier. That's it, she was saying, faster, faster, and before long she was shouting: I'm cumming, I'm cumming, loud enough for the whole bus to hear. I knew what would happen as she did, and the look of surprise on his face told me that she had peed all over his hand. But he was quite unfazed, and continued to rub mum, who just kept on cumming, as she convulsed and clawed his back.
But we had now reached our stop, where most of the other people got off as well, and I had to help mum off the bus to prevent her falling, as the combined effects of the alcohol and the orgasm had weakened her legs. The rep suggested we go to a nearby Sports Bar to start with, which I knew would please mum, because it would be full of single young men getting primed for clubbing. She was still looking flushed and breathing hard as we went in, and in her state of arousal, her engorged nipples stood out proudly. Although she could hardly stand up, I let her go in on her own, to watch the reaction. Once inside, she hesitated for a moment, and I guessed she was looking for the Ladies. The spurt of pee as she orgasmed on the bus would have done little to relieve the pressure in her bladder, and it would be re-filling rapidly. As mum hesitated, reeling precariously, there was a collective intake of breath as those inside bar took their eyes off the big-screen football and registered what they were seeing, followed by cheers and whoops. Our group of lads had gone in ahead of us and were already ordering at the bar. The bare chested one with the big dick that mum had already taken a fancy to went straight over and put his arm around her, saying: you look as though you could use a drink. You could see mum was torn between the desire to relieve her aching bladder, and her desire for this young man, but of course she didn't want to snub him, so she kissed him full on the lips, and against wiser judgement, let him guide her to the bar, where he ordered her a beer.
God, I'm so pissed, mum slurred, as the lads started feeling her up again. Her favourite, who we will call Jim, hoisted her, with some difficulty, onto a bar stool, causing her dress to ride up, revealing the full extent of her fleshy thighs, which she made no attempt to close, so that her shaven haven was invitingly exposed. Whilst the others groped her boobs, and sucked her amazingly stiff nipples, Jim slipped an exploratory finger into her cunt. This gave mum the excuse to do what she had wanted to do ever since she first set eyes on him, and unzipped his shorts to release his member, which more than fulfilled its promise. Long and thick, it stiffened rapidly as she rubbed it. This was all going on in full view, but the bar staff were too busy to bother or even notice, and the predominantly male clientele weren't about to object to the free show. But before mum had even got into a good rhythm he shot his load, and it was a good load, all over mum's dress. What a waste, mum exclaimed with disappointment, we should have saved that for later. Don't worry, he assured her, there's plenty more where that came from, at which mum's eyes widened with approval. Sorry about your dress, though, Jim said. That's alright, she mumbled, as she scooped up the goo as best she could with her fingers and put it in her mouth.
Now it's your turn, he told her, as he resumed massaging her, now with four fingers moving more rapidly inside her cunt, which was already well lubricated from all the attention her nipples were receiving. In no time at all she was in the throes of another mighty orgasm, accompanied by the inevitable eruption of pee. Jim was momentarily taken aback by this, but then burst out laughing. Sorry, mum said, I should have warned you, I'm bursting for a pee. Never mind, he said, sup up and have another drink. I shouldn't really, mum said, I'm completely blotto already. Well, maybe just a little glass of wine, she added quickly, in case the offer was withdrawn. So mum finished her beer and let out a huge belch. She giggled, and patted her distended belly, looking at it with a stupid grin of satisfaction. I knew she was very near the point of being totally incapable, and adding more wine to the mix wasn't going top help. Needless to say, the glass of wine when it came was a large one, full to the lip. Jim handed it to her, saying don't spill it, so mum took it in both hands and drank a good half of it straight off. Mmm, that's good, she said, setting it down on the bar.
Then she said: God, I really really need a pee, my bladder's so full I can't hold any more. Well, you'd better go then, said Jim. Mum tried to get off the bar stool, but then said despairingly: I think I'm too drunk to walk. Well, we do have a situation, don't we, Jim said. I know, let's all go and play some pool, that'll take your mind off it. Mum looked at him in confusion, she wasn't even capable of standing, let alone playing pool, even if she knew how. However, she let herself be lifted off the stool, then told them to wait whilst she finished her wine, which she did in one go, and they then had to more or less carry her to the games room. There were four tables, two of which were occupied with groups of young men and women, plus people playing gaming machines around the edge of the room.
Jim chose a vacant table in the corner furthest from the bar and propped mum against it, with one of the lads holding her firmly round her tits to keep her upright. By this time most of the people in the room had interrupted their games to watch the spectacle of this legless, topless, shameless tart of a woman. Their expressions then turned to disbelief, as Jim got down on his knees and started to lick mum's fanny. His practised technique was working its magic and soon had mum gurgling with pleasure. God, that's good, she said, keeping up a running commentary as she got more and more aroused, but he played a long game, gently teasing her clit with his tongue, until mum was shouting at him, begging him to make her cum. When he judged the time was ripe he increased the pace and the pressure, and in no time mum was crying and thrashing in the grip of a tumultuous orgasm, at the same time releasing all the pent-up pressure in her bladder, soaking Jim from head to foot. I thought he was going to drown, but he didn't miss a beat as mum's climax and the accompanying deluge went on and on. By the time her spasms of pleasure began to subside, an ever expanding pool of liquid covered the games room floor, and some of the spectators who had crowded round were backing off in order to keep their feet dry.
But that was just the prologue. Jim now hoisted mum up so she was perched on the edge of the pool table, and beckoned one of his mates to come close. He didn't need any further clarification, unzipping his flies, grabbing mum round her arse cheeks, and plunging straight in. Mum must have still been very sensitive from her recent orgasm, and her expression of tortured pleasure as he pounded away suggested that the sensation was almost too much to bear. But she didn't have to bear it for very long, as the lad quickly came inside her with a series of grunts. Jim then invited another of his mates to take his place, but whether he didn't fancy sloppy seconds, or just wasn't willing to compromise his standards, he declined the offer, but the other bare-chested lad wasn't so particular and was only too happy to fill the void, so to speak. Mum was obviously well lubricated, in more ways than one, and had little trouble accommodating his impressive tool, as he pounded her up to the hilt. With her head thrown back, and her mouth wide open, she was looking on the verge of another massive orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out and sprayed copious jets of spunk all over mum's tits and dress. Mum cried with frustration, saying: fuck me, fuck me, so Jim quickly pushed his mate aside and eased the head of his engorged member into mum's beckoning snatch. Mum's eyes bulged in their sockets, and she let out a stream of incoherent expletives as she felt the length and girth of his weapon stretch her aching cunt. As he gradually increased the pace of his strokes, mum's face was contorted with exquisite pain, her flushed boobs running with sweat, and her tumescent nipples like dark red walnuts. She began to shake uncontrollably as the moment of shattering release approached and overwhelmed her.. But Jim, having been wanked off quite recently, wasn't ready to cum again just yet, and after the briefest of pauses, carried on driving his manhood home. Mum was by now well into sensory overload, with tears streaming down her face and almost sobbing, as yet another orgasm began to build inexorably within her already satiated body. As it reached its apex, mum stiffened and screamed, her fingers digging into Jim's back, and I really thought she was going to pass out. By now, Jim was reaching the point of no return, and with a series of final hammering thrusts he spent his second load of the evening. Mum was still sobbing as Jim's pumping eventually abated, and inch by inch he withdrew his still rigid member. Mum crumpled forward onto him like a rag doll. She seemed quite oblivious to all the attention she was receiving from those stood around, now applauding and cheering the performance.
Our rep had been observing all this from a discrete distance. She must have seen plenty of lewd behaviour in a job of that kind, but her expression suggested that even she found the episode pretty gross. She now made her way through the crowd, and asked if we were ready to move on. Our group of lads readily replied in the affirmative, but I regretfully said that mum was in no fit state to carry on. So as the lads preened themselves, they went happily on their way, without even a backward glance. Not that it bothered mum in the least. All she had really wanted was the reassurance that she was still sexually desirable, and she had received that three times over. I was left holding her spent body, as the audience drifted away. I pulled her spunk-soiled dress down over her bottom, and pulled the top up as best I could to contain her boobs, glistening with sweat and cum. In her drunk and exhausted state, her legs were almost useless, and I struggled to support her weight as I helped her out of the bar. Fortunately, there was a taxi rank nearby, and I told the driver to take us back to our hotel. I had to cross a porter's palm with euros to help me get mum out of the cab and back to our room. I peeled off her dress, sat her on a stool in the shower cubicle, and gave her a good washing down. I managed to get her to drink a glass of water before she collapsed into oblivion on the bed.
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