"Sure, that sounds good," she responded.
Maryanne came up to the counter as she watched Austin empty the big punch bowl into the three plastic cups.
"You guys drank all that punch?" she asked. Her eyes were wide. That would have been a lot of alcohol.
"Oh, no," Austin chuckled, "I poured the rest into a big pitcher. It's in the fridge."
He handed his mother her cup, and she nodded as she took another big sip. Austin could see that her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She had really been f*****g herself hard, he thought. He was glad she was on the other side of the counter as his c**k rose at that thought.
At the end of the first quarter, Austin got the pitcher of mixed drink out of the refrigerator and refilled his mother's cup. He left the pitcher on the coffee table. That prove
