Joyce chose her sexiest underthings to wear for Billy when he got home from school. He was usually home by four. They would have dinner together, talk for a while and then he would go out. The one time she had asked him where he was going, he had been evasive and Joyce decided against pressing it.

Joyce was wearing black fishnet stockings, held taut against her long legs by a black lace garterbelt. She wore a pair of black nylon panties over the garterbelt. She knew how much her husband liked fucking her with her stockings on and she thought that Billy might take after the old son-of-a-bitch.

A tiny black bra hardly contained the thrusting fullness of Joyce's fat tits. Black high heels and a liberal amount of sexy perfume finished off her outfit. She was sure that the sight of her sexy body would turn his cock rock-hard.

By one o'clock that afternoon, Joyce had managed to pull herself out of bed and polish off a double Scotch. She relaxed in the tub for another hour with a fresh drink. Still wet from her tub, she straightened out the curtains and set the lighting for the living room. The air-conditioning chilled her skin, making her heart beat faster.

By three o'clock, Joyce was ready for her son. Sitting on the sofa, she waited. Her legs crossed, she toyed with one of her shoes. Letting it hang from the tips of her toes, she rocked it back and forth. When she heard Billy's key in the door, the shoe fell to the floor.

When Joyce bent forward to find her shoe, she knew she was smashed. She lost her balance and almost fell over before slipping her foot back into the slipper. It was quite a struggle, but she was finally able to straighten herself upright in the low-slung sofa.

As Billy opened the door, Joyce watched the sunlight illuminating the room. But the boy didn't see his mother in the light. His eyes were adjusting to the indoors.

Billy let the door slam behind him as he dropped his books onto a table beside the door. It took a few moments for Billy to realize that the room was almost dark. Then he inhaled the strong scent of her perfume. When he looked over to the sofa, his gaze met the wide, inviting grin of his drunk mother.