In this story there is no sex, just sexual touching and mentions of sex acts. Chapter two will focus on sex.
Today has been a disaster, I've really got to start thinking things through. The house is a mess. I've nothing done, no cooking or cleaning even started. Jack, my so
n, is going to be home any minute from school. That's really not going to help.
Oh and it's entirely my own fault. I could have easily done the housework. I went and got my nails done instead. Just reasonable extensions with a simple French manicure.
Also I had lunch but that's part of it. It turned out to be a genius move; I'm way behind, and I've already lost a nail to the beast that is daily chores. I got them done hours ago!
As soon as I got home I changed into comfy clothes, no bra, yoga pants, tank top, and then straight to cleaning the house. So yeah, I started checking myself out in the mirror.
My hair is still jet black, it reaches down just past my soft shoulders. My pale face has a gentle roundness to it that you would expect from a woman of my va va voomness.
I might be only five foot two inches, I've got a lot of women on my frame. I couldn't hide my curves behind a barn. Not that I would want to, all my clothing made sure to put my goods on display.
Big tits run in my family, I guess they decided to take a victory lap with me. When most girls were getting their first training bras, I was getting my first custom bra. Ok that's an exaggeration, but I got big ol' titties.
They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, well my ass must have been smitten with my tits, it decided to balloon up too. Not that my wide hips can't support it, but I'd never wish away my badonkadonk.
Of course with this much women comes a bit of a belly. My soft pillowy tummy only extenuates my curves.
To make matters worse I'm ovulating so I'm horny as fuck. I could grill a steak on my downstairs. So naked, horny and alone, guess what happens next?
I managed not to break a nail while furiously rubbing one to the finest filth the internet had to offer. I'm a better masturbator than cleaner, let it be said.
It's fair to say I've had a lot of experience strumming myself silly. After my husband died, when Jack was two, sex for was off the table for years. Grieving was like a nuclear bomb for my sex drive. The nuclear winter didn't last forever and I kinda went nuts.
I'm talking about blowing strangers in public bathrooms, and getting caught more than once at the same one wild.
There was some dating. I saw an economics professor from the local university. I was looking for fun. So of course; an economics professor. I finally dumped him at some college gathering, I was expected to look hot and shut up. So I got far away from him, well not that far.
I found a real college party just off campus. I didn't capture my lost youth but I did capture an entire frat house worth of dick.
I wasn't wild every night. I had to be a mommy for Jack. Not that I'm complaining at all. I didn't have to work so I was able to stay at home with him. His father's insurance made sure money was something I never had to worry about. In the last few years I had gotten a part time job, just to get out of the house, now that Jack was older.
When he was young he was a sweet boy. Always making me smile. He never gave me any trouble, good grades, good friends and good judgement. He is open and honest to a fault. There had been lots of hugging and cuddling. He did sleep in my bed a lot up until he was thirteen. I'm starting to worry I may have mothered him too much.
Since the day Jack turned 18, he had turned into a handsy devil. Not the kind that could be mistaken for accidental touching. Jack's typical MO would be something like; he would come up behind me, and hug me but then honk my tits Or if I'm bending over, he would spank my ass, and maybe even throw out a comment.
