The Older Woman

I ENDED up with an older woman at a club last night. She looked okay for a 61-year-old. In fact, she wasn’t too bad at all, and I found myself thinking that she probably had a really hot daughter. We drank a bit, and had a bit of a snuggle, and then she asked if I’d ever had a Sportsman’s Double.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a mother and daughter threesome,” she said.

“No, I hadn’t,” I said excitedly.

We drank a bit more, then she says that tonight was my lucky night.

We went back to her place. She put on the hall light and shouted upstairs, “Mum, you still awake?”