Based on an il-lust-ration by Pandora's Box,
If sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, what does a good gosling get?
Lena was furious, Lena was horny. Lena was hurt, Lena was frustrated. Lena was unhappy, Lena was in heat. Lena had a husband; she hadn't had sex in two weeks. Lena hadn't seen her husband in that time because of a business trip, now he had called to say he had to stay a few extra days, unexpectedly. They had a good boy, Jeff; they didn't have a good marriage.
Lena sat on the love-seat sofa, waiting for her husband to call from his hotel before his 'evening business meeting'. She suspected her husband was cheating on her out of town and that was the reason for the few extra days delay. He was going to shack up with some bar-bimbo he picked up and bedded on the company expense account. She was going to confront him today when he called. She expected him to ring in about a half hour, after Jeff got home, so he could say hi to the boy too.
As Lena sat there with her mind on her libertine husband and her libido's hunger, she began to daydream about her first boyfriend. She loved making out on the couch when her parents weren't home. Today she had dressed casual around the house since she was alone. Her hand crept up under the loose blue blouse she was wearing to her bra-less breasts as she continued to remember her sensual past.
Making-out was so much fun! How her sweet tender young beasts had been suckled, and the nipples stood out so red and hard. Her boyfriend had loved going down on her. She raised her skirt and put her other hand on her panty-less pussy, as she reminisced about the talented tongue of the tender-aged teenager who so sweetly tortured her from titty to clitty. Oh! She was sooo horny! Her finger found the button then slid down to dip in the well of her womanly weeping cunt, just like her boyfriend had petted her.
Her first boyfriend had, back then, been the same age as her son was now, just 18. They even sort of looked alike. Maybe that was why she had been attracted to her husband. Only he didn't like to eat pussy, at least, not the way her first sweetheart did. Lena pitied the lady - no, make that slut, which her cheating spouse was screwing. That gal would not walk away bowlegged like when Lena's teen lover had made ravaging sex to his nubile girlfriend. She wondered briefly if her son was as big between his legs as her boyfriend had been.
Yes, she had proof now of hubby's infidelity. When Mr. '
screw
more days longer' called yesterday, Lena had heard a young female voice laugh, then answer the door and call out that room service had brought another bottle of Champagne. So Lena was madder than hell. Here she was a hot momma (yes a middle-age mom, but still a very attractive woman, in short a MILF), a red hot momma ready to rumble and rock and roll and raise the roof and break the bed and raunch all night long; and he was wasting it on some tramp that likely didn't have half Lena's experience in pleasing men.
Lena wished for her school days again, when boys and girls played doctor and explored each other's bodies. Then when you get older you grope each other's bodies, then progress to lips kissing, then lips kissing everywhere, lips and tongues all over each other's bodies. Until finally on that day you play the game past the limit, you go all the way, you do
it
.
It
never seems planned but
it
always seemed inevitable in retrospect. That the trip down the slippery slope to having sex was something that was ultimately unavoidable. Was it like that for her husband's affairs? Was he trying to recapture his youth, like that answer to the same question in "Moonstruck".
When the hell was 'Dumb-Fuck' going to call? She had wanted a chance to give him hell before Jeff came home from school, but he said he would call when Jeff was in. Maybe she should have an affair with a younger man, to recapture her own youth. To be like a kid again, making out on the couch, with no one else but only them. Just the two alone; to kiss, and grope, and lick, and taste, and make sweet love to your sweetheart. Lena continued to tug her long pink nipples and stroke her slick crotch. She drifted off into the fantasy of being laid by her first boyfriend, with fingers guiding her body toward a release. A climax she had saved up for the Cheat's homecoming, but now was just a mass of tension needing to be unsprung.
Just then she heard Jeff come in. She quickly sat up and pulled her dress down. Lena gathered her blouse closed and tucked it in a bit with the waist band of her skirt. Jeff came into the room with a huge grin on his face. "Boy, have I got good news!" the youth couldn't contain himself. "I got my first A of High School! Now I get that reward Dad promised! A whole night of miniature golf with dad. I bet I'll beat him, just like last time. We haven't gone in 6 months! Dad's going to be home tonight right mom?"
Lena looked at her son and knew she would have to disappoint him. "Oh, Baby, He had to stay a few days longer on his business trip. So your putting will have to be put off." She could see the pain in her son's eyes, of not having the immediate gratification he had hoped for, so proud of an A. He had worked so hard for it she was sure. What could she do to make it up to him, for his father's failure to be home to congratulate his son on a job well done? Maybe something appropriate to the course he got the A in. She asked the downcast kid, "What subject did you get the A in, Jeff honey?"
"In Health Class, Mom."
