No way was he driving us home. We had to leave our car overnight, because I had taken several margarita shots also, but although my mind was clear, I ...as very tired to drive home. So; I decided we should get a taxi.Once he arrived, I asked the driver to help me with my husband.He asked me to sit in the back seat, as he fastened my snoring Victor in the passenger’s seat. The fresh air had a noticeable effect on my loving husband. It knocked him out in just seconds…The taxi driver climbed up and. I think they were both freshmen in High School and dated from that point on. Helen is a rough and tumble woman who could curse like a longshoreman when so inspired and she was inspired often. She loved to banter with the men about sex about as openly as I’ve ever heard anyone at work. At least a couple of times she had to be referred to management for simply using foul language. On the other hand, she was a terrific friend and would give the shirt off her back to help you out. Once we. I want my bitch on the floor. I want you to lick her ass as she guides me to the bedroom.”I was startled, not sure what to do. However, mom didn’t hesitate for a second. She went to the floor and looked at me. I took that as though it was ok for me to go inside mom’s ass with my mouth. I went down behind mom’s ass, using my hands to balance myself as I placed my head in between mom’s ass.I got my tongue and started to lick her brown asshole. Mom was dying to get to the bedroom and started to. Hell, I wondered if any boy had ever dared be late for a date with her.She watched me as I sipped my drink with a little more gusto than might have been the case under ordinary circumstances."Nervous?" she said. Clearly she wasn't."I—I—I don't know. Maybe," I said."Don't be. I'm going to let you fuck me, and we, the both of us are going to enjoy the heck out of it, and then I am going to get dressed and we are going to go out on the town," she said. I could feel my face flushing as she talked,.