But she wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse and her huge tits were nearly bursting through. It had a deep cleavage and even she was aroused by the sight of her own spongy, jiggling cleavage when she glance at herself in the mirror.

She wore no sandals and the denim cut-offs were cut very high up the cheeks of her ass. They werre tight, molding to her pussy. Tony would be able to see the outline of her cunt slit.

Squirming on the big soft-cushioned couch, Angela spread her long bare legs and rubbed her throbbing pussy through the shorts. She was so horny, so Goddamn hot. The gin had already affected her and being drunk only made her more desperate for a stiff fucking cock.

At that moment, the front door opened and closed with a loud slam. Angela looked over her shoulder just in time to see her son, looking thoroughly angered, stomping across the hall to his room.

"Tony! Aren't you even going to say hello to me?"

"Hello," Tony muttered.

"Now, now don't be like that." Angela patted the couch cushion beside her. "Come over and watch TV with me a little while."

"I don't want to," Tony grunted.

"Tony!" Knowing her power as a parent, Angela let her voice rise ever so slightly. "Now don't you be like that. Come over here and tell your mother what's bothering you!"

Tony shrugged and entered the light cast by the television set. He was a big, handsome boy with broad shoulders and a head full of thick, curly black hair. He'd dressed up for his date and Angela found herself looking immediately at the swollen cock bulge in the crotch of his tight slacks.

"Tony! Look at your face! Have you been crying?"

"No! Jesus, I'm too old for that!" Tony flopped on the couch beside his mother and folded his arms across his chest. "I'm just pissed off, that's all. That fucking cunt!"

Angela thought of telling him to watch his language but she realized that she wanted him to use even more obscene words before the night was over. "What filthy cunt are you referring to, darling?"