Note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any actual person are coincidental.
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This is my first submission - your comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated! Depending on the response, I may post more stories....
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Jamie leaned against the wall under the showerhead. As the water poured down over her, she stroked the shampoo bottle in and out of her cunt. With her feet braced against the shower floor she drove the bottle into her pussy, grunting every time she felt it hit bottom. She wanted to cum. God she needed to cum. She was almost...there...
"Goddamnit!", Jamie whispered and tossed the bottle to the floor. It wasn't working. She didn't need a plastic bottle in her pussy. "I need a man. I need a cock. Jesus, what's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong is that your husband left you for an 18 year old slutbag and you spend all of your time either at work or at home staring at the TV!", Jamie thought. "How did this happen to my life?"
Jamie stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly with a fluffy towel. As she touched the towel she couldn't help but laugh – when you're a family law attorney you have a better than average chance of divorcing well enough to afford Egyptian cotton. That bastard might have left her, but he didn't take anything but his clothes when he did it. Jamie kept it all. She'd even fucked her own asshole with his prize Joe DiMaggio autographed baseball bat. Take that, dickwad!
Wrapping her favorite short robe around her, she tied the belt and headed into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. It was late – but she needed something after the not-quite-there orgasm in the shower. As she was scooping the grounds into the press she glanced out the window at the driveway. She could hear her son singing along to his radio as he worked on his old "project car" in the garage. Jamie smiled – her son. The only good thing to come out of the twenty miserable years she'd spent with the dickwad.
Lee was 18, just graduated from high school, and determined to get that old Nova up and running in time to take it to A&M in the fall. He had two months left –- and swore he was making progress. The dickwad had bought him the junker car – swearing they would work on it together. And then the dickwad had met "Missee" – who the fuck spells their name like that?! – and was gone so fast he left tracks. But Lee hadn't given up on the Nova – even if he'd washed his hands of the dickwad.
Jamie saw Lee stand up and stretch – he'd been out there for hours. Jamie knew Lee would be sore and tired when he finally gave up for the day. Lately his back had been so sore and stiff at night he'd barely been able to move. Jamie was starting to worry about him.
Just then Lee turned and saw her standing in the window. He smiled his sweet smile at her and waved. He was a good looking kid – "no, a man. Don't call him a kid", she reminded herself. Lee had grown up to be six foot two of lean, handsome man. With the dickwad's black hair and his maternal grandfather's grey eyes – he was enough to turn the heads of women from 16 to 60. Two deep dimples graced his cheeks, again courtesy of the dickwad. Thankfully, he'd shown none of his father's dickwadian tendencies so far.
Jamie turned as Lee walked in the back door. He was moving slower tonight than he had been even the night before. Jamie worried about him – spending so many hours bent over that engine.
"Your back hurt, honey?", she asked.
"Yeah. Like a bitch, Mom." Lee replied.
"Why don't you go take a long, hot shower – and yell at me when you're done and I'll come give you a back rub to try to see if we can work the stiffness out?", Jamie suggested.
"God that would be great. I'd like that a lot, Mom – thanks!", Lee said – and jogged up the stairs to his room to take a shower.
Jamie turned toward her own room to get dressed and the phone rang. Jamie glanced at the caller ID, saw it was her office, and spent the next 20 minutes talking to one of her assistants about a brief that was supposed to have been filed by the end of the previous day – and hadn't been.
"Hey Mom? I'm out of the shower.", Lee called down to her just as she was hanging up the phone.
Jamie looked down at her short robe. It barely reached the middle of her thighs – and she was naked under it. But it should be okay for rubbing Lee's back. There wasn't anyone else around to judge her. Like the dickwad always had.
Jamie went softly up the stairs in her bare feet and stopped at Lee's open door. He obviously hadn't heard her come upstairs. He was standing in his bathroom door staring at a basketball game on the television. He was drying his dark hair – and he was naked. Jamie couldn't help but glance down at her naked son. His cock was soft and surrounded by soft, dark hair. Even flaccid – it looked thick and meaty.
Jamie felt her nipples tighten and felt a flood of moisture in her pussy. "Oh my god I'm staring at my naked son and my pussy is getting wet!" Jamie thought. Surely that meant she was going to hell. But she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Jamie backed slowly toward the stairs, cleared her throat, and called "just lay down on the bed honey – I'm almost there." Jamie counted to ten – then stepped back in Lee's doorway.
Now Lee was lying on his stomach on his bed with the towel draped demurely across his ass. His head was pillowed on his arms and he was watching the final minutes of the game.
Jamie held out her hand to show Lee what she held – oil, to help with his sore muscles. Jamie sat beside Lee on the bed, poured some oil on her hands to warm it, and started rubbing the oil into Lee's shoulders. Lee kept his head turned toward her and talked to her about the game while she worked.
Suddenly Lee moaned – a sound of happiness as she worked on a particularly sore spot. Jamie bent over to apply more pressure to the spot and felt her robe gape open. Unable to grab the material because of her messy hands – she just left it. Jamie glanced down to see Lee staring at her swinging tits as she worked. Her nipples got rock hard when she saw him watching her.
