Moving

 Helping your stepmom's recently divorced friend Bambi move home to Florida from Texas hadn’t been your idea of how to spend spring break. You had imagined sunny beaches, parties and drunk girls. But your stepmom talked you into it, telling you Bambi would pay you well, as Bambi’s ex-husband was a wealthy oil tycoon, now less so as Bambi’s half made her a wealthy woman. Then you met her-total MILF. Bambi was stunning-Big tits, bigger but, curves in the right places, auburn hair, pretty face. And drunk-your kryptonite. Her ex had to be a scummy cheating bastard to divorce this angel. 

Even in the early spring, it was hot and humid in Texas. So Bambi wore a blue string bikini and boots as she helped you pack. Mostly you packed and she drank and stumbled and staggered about, telling you what to put in what box and complaining about her ex. It was a lot of work, but fun too. Watching her was so sexy. She was pretty drunk when you finally took off your shirt, after placing a box in the shipping pod. “Oh, my.  Yer sooo fit.  Sooo sexssy.  Way benner 'an my fat ex hussman,” she complimented you. 

“Why thank you. Youre smoking hot too,” you told her. She was about to fall, so you grabbed her, and slapped her ass. “Such a sexy ass.” You told her.

“Yah doan mine i'm almose zzzrunk off my assss?” she asked, taking another pull from her long neck bottle of beer.

“No way. I love that you're nearly drunk off your ass,” you told her. She took an unsteady step away from you, a smile on her flushed face. She drank the rest of her beer and sat it down on the box. What she did next, shocked you, but was so sexy. She pulled down her bikinni bottoms and showed you her bottom. Gorgeous, a plump, drunk peach of a bottom.

“Yer sooo sweed.  I'm zzzrunk ann horney.  Fffuck my assss” she slurred. For a moment you considered what the neighbors would think. But as your cock grew in your jeans, you figured, screw them, she was moving, who cares what they think. You grabbed her, and kissed her lips, squeezing her bare ass. She started to undo your jeans. However sense came over you and you led her into the shipping pod. It was hot, but at least it afforded some privacy. Little did you know, by the end of the week, you would no longer care about privacy with bambi, your drunken slut MILF, having fucked her in far less private places then in a moving pod in her drive way.