I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, carefully wiping the water from my smooth skin. I glanced at the wall to briefly admire my body in the mirror. As a 36 year old mother, I felt I still looked great for my age. I carefully looked over my body, proud of the shape I had been able to keep even in my mid to late 30s. I was only about 5'2", and I was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week. I had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated my figure. I moaned quietly as I ran my hands over my perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at my ass in the mirror.
"Hopefully today is the day" I thought to myself, as I placed my hand over my womb. I had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and I was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before my internal clock started ticking too far. My only child so far, Michael, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world. I had had sex with my husband about a week before, but right now he was on a business trip across the country. Today was the day I planned to take a pregnancy test. I was really hoping for good news; I desperately wanted to be a mother again.
Still nude, I opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it. I followed the instructions to the letter and now I only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not. I set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing my sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen. I slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants, I hadn't planned on going anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside. No one else was home so I skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable. I was pretty horny this morning. I didn't have sex with my husband too often, even though I had an incredibly high sex drive. He just didn't seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help me conceive that was just about it; I didn't get relief nearly as much as I would want.
After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow 5 minutes the test was finally ready to be read. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month I'd be able to conceive again. My husband would still be gone for another two weeks and my clock was ticking!
I picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in my stomach. It was negative. I had tried not to get my hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing. It was just like the doctor had said. I was fertile enough for now, but my husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that I'd be able to get pregnant in the near future.
Usually I was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on me. "Fuck me!" I said loudly, tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to have another child so badly, and I was afraid it would never happen at this point. "Come on, Ashley, keep yourself together" I told myself, to no avail. Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, I heard my son walk into the kitchen.
"Hey mom!" Mike said cheerfully, from around the corner before he could read the situation. Just as he said it, he saw the tears in my eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he said, now reading what was happening and trying to help me. "Is that a pregnancy test?" he asked, very surprised. I hadn't told him that I was trying to get pregnant yet, I guess now was as good a time as any.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to explain what was happening. "It's nothing, Michael. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven't had any luck. It's very dis-heartening. But don't worry, it's stupid anyway. I'll probably just end up giving up at this point. It's no big deal." I said, trying to convince myself of that just as much as my son.
"I had no clue. I'm really sorry, mom. I love you." He said, to my surprise. He came up and hugged me hard, trying to comfort me in my time of emotional need. Lately my son had been a lot touchier with me, often giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek without me asking. I had been skeptical earlier but right now I didn't care, I was preoccupied.
We hugged each other for a minute or so until I cheered up, finally realizing my braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my son's hard chest. I didn't know my son was even home, that's why I hadn't worn anything more modest, but I guess it didn't matter. He was just my son. I began to feel a hardness pressing against my waist momentarily right before he broke the hug.
As we parted, I looked at my grown up son with pride. He had turned 18 almost a month ago and was a little over 6 feet tall. He played soccer in high school and was pretty toned for a teenager. He had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the sports he played. He looked like he was probably a lady killer in high school, though I never paid any attention to his personal life.
"Are you okay, now, Mom? Is there anything I can do to help" he asked. What a lovely person he'd turned into, I thought.
"I'm okay, but why are you even here, honey? I asked him, fully changing the subject from the sadness I didn't want to recall. "I thought you worked today."
"No, I switched shifts," he answered nonchalantly, his mind clearly on something else.
"Oh," I said, still very down.
"Okay. Let's go, mom." My son suddenly said, picking up his keys from the counter.
"What? Go where?" I asked, not certain of what he was talking about.
"I'm taking you out for a date. Dad's gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I'll gladly make it my job. I hate to see you sad." He said with grief and a hint of something else in his eye. "Get dressed, I'm gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We're leaving in 5 minutes!" He turned towards his room to get ready.
Before I could even object he had left the room. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit." I headed upstairs to my room to get dressed, wondering what I should wear.
I looked in my closet for something that wouldn't make me too hot. I saw one of my favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this. It had really thin straps so I wouldn't be able to wear a bra, but I guess that was fine for such a hot day. I slipped off my tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over my head. My makeup was already done for the day, so I was fine with that. I looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off my shapely ass and firm tits. It certainly wasn't slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress. I remembered at this point I needed to find some panties. I had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized I might not have anything I could wear! I began to rummage through my drawers to see if I could find something.
Just as I began to look with no success, my son barged through the door already dressed with his keys in hand. "You ready, mom?" he spoke quickly.
"Yeah, I'm ready but I just need to-"I tried to explain I needed something else, but he cut me off there.
"You look great already, let's go. The lunch place I want to go to closes kinda early so we have to leave now." He explained while pulling my arm.
"Wait, Michael!" I said, surprised at his hurriedness.
"It's fine mom, let's just go!" He pulled my arm and led me down the stairs, in a hurry. I tried to turn around once again but he stopped me, leading me to the door and slapping my ass outside.
I yelped quietly to myself before wondering what had just happened. Had he meant to slap my ass, or just merely push me out the door? It was a little inappropriate especially for his mother but I shook it off since he was clearly in a hurry. "It must have been a mistake" I thought to myself.
We drove to the lunch place he apparently had in mind, me all the while trying not to expose myself with the short dress I was wearing with no panties. We got out of the car, me very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza. It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.
The waiter came up to us and asked for our order. We told him what we wanted before he asked "Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here."
