Sure, I know that I drink too much. With the last two years that I've had, so would you. My husband, Dr. Frederick Harmon, dear man, was a full professor at state, when he was killed in an auto accident. Yes, I make good money from my position as principal at Armstrong High School. I have a son, Jimmy, who just started college. Thankfully, his tuition is free.

Jimmy is a source of some concern for me now. He is a very bright, naïve, frail boy who stands just five feet, five inches. On his own, he would never get into trouble. However, for some reason that I do not understand, he is well liked by the huge football guys, who stop by the house several times a week. You know how they are. They are all good kids. Someday, they will make fine men. But now they are bold, aggressive guys. Yes, I know. That is why they got their scholarships to play football.

I keep my drinking contained from Sunday night until Friday night. On Friday nights, I stop at Blockbuster to pick up a movie. Then, I stop at the ABC store for some VO or Canadian Club. By eight PM, Jimmy is either at a frat house, game, or the library. I get sad, a little teary eyed, and drink, while watching the movie. I seldom make it to the end of the movie before I am in a deep sleep. I'll wake up at sometimes after three AM, pad off to bed so that Jimmy does not see me staggering around.

April 26, 2003 was a beautiful spring day. After I ate, I changed my clothes to work in the garden planting flowers. By seven- thirty, I was finished. I took a shower. Thinking that Jimmy and his friends would not stop by, I put on a short teddy. Soon, I was deep into a movie, as well as on my third milk glass of VO and water.

I heard heavy footsteps on the front porch, a key in the lock, then footsteps coming from the hallway into the den. Though very drunk, I was strangely lucid. I left my mouth partly open, with my eyes shut.

I heard Jimmy whisper. "That's my Mom. She is a Friday night, Saturday night drunk. When she is out like that, nothing wakes her up."

The other boy answered, "Yeah, my Dad drinks like that, especially if there is a football game. Let's hit the sack?"

As they walked away, I felt myself redden. I knew that both boys would have seen a lot of my breasts. Laughing to myself, I sat there, daydreaming about the various boys that I had dated in college, especially how they would pressure me from the first date to let them feel my breasts, and more.

I heard a noise. Then, I felt it. A hand was shifting my teddy to the side to expose my breasts. Ever so softly, a finger traced my nipple, which hardened. My mind was racing. What should I do? If I confronted this young man, he would have to leave, ruining his friendship with Jimmy. After all, all he was doing was getting a cheap feel. I let myself relax. I enjoyed his playing with me.

The next thing that I felt was his finger at the entrance to my vagina. He had carefully reached between my legs, without touching my clothes. I could not help it. I took a deep breath.

His playing with my breasts had betrayed me. I was wet. He pushed his finger into me right up to the knuckles. I could not believe how bold he was. His index finger was facing up. With slow deliberate strokes, he tweaked my G spot.

I could not help myself. My vagina started to pulsate, grabbing at his finger. My butt tightened, as my pussy thrust from side to side. His body settled onto mine. He whispered in my ear. "I know that you were awake when we came in. I know that you got excited knowing that we could see your tits. You got all red. Your breathing changed when I touched your tits. Your pussy wanted my finger. Your pussy needs my cock. I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Harmon. "

"Take me to the downstairs bedroom."

Effortlessly, he carried me into the bedroom.

"Jimmy? Does Jimmy know that you're here?"

"He is sound asleep."

"You can't ever tell him about this."

He slid onto me. He was a much bigger man than Fred. His large hands pulled the cheeks of my ass up. He wiggled his ass until his cock caught on my slit. His ass punched forward, burying his cock into me. Being much thicker then Fred, there was a slurping sucking sound as his cock ran like a piston in and out of me.

I felt my stomach tighten to raise my pussy for his use. I was panting, while thrusting up at him. We were bouncing on the bed. I had never ever had sex like this. Faster, ever faster, he pumped into me, until with several hard grunts, he filled me. I had not come. I lie there, pinned beneath this bold boy who had taken me. This bold boy who I did not know the name of.

Within minutes, he was hard again. He placed his arms under my knees, lifting my legs. My pussy was his to use. He did. On and on he pumped his cock into me. This time, I would not be denied. I clawed his back as my orgasm swept through my body, leaving me a trembling, exhausted woman.

Finished, he picked me up. "First bedroom at the head of the stairs?"

"Yes."

When I got up to pee at seven-thirty AM, both the boy and Jimmy had left. I still did not know his name.

Jimmy came home at five-thirty PM. "Jimmy, in the future, please let me know if you will be staying here on a Friday or Saturday night."

"Sure, Mom."

"Oh, say, Jimmy. What was the name of the boy that stayed here with you last night?"

"Reggie Taylor. When did you see him? You were asleep when we came in."

"Oh, I was wandering around during the night."

On May 3rd, Jimmy had left a note that he would stay at the frat house. I really tied one on. I was in my pajamas. Out of the fog of my mind, I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, so I staggered out of my chair towards the front door. Peeking through the door glass, I saw two boys standing outside. I opened the door, leaving the chain in place.

"Yeesss, wwhaat can I doo for you?"

"Mrs. Harmon, I'm Reggie Taylor. This is Frank Wilson. He is a friend of Jimmy. He wants to meet you."

I was very slow. Friend of Jimmy? Why would he want to meet me? Where is Jimmy? "Thisss is not a goo good time to meet me. I'm. I'm indisposed."

Reggie spoke. "Open the door."

I did. I just did. As they walked in, Reggie said to me, "Rita, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Let's go to the bedroom," the other boy said.

Each boy took one of my arms. As they took me the short distance, I protested.