Patti Mason awoke to a throbbing headache. She reached up to massage her forehead, only to feel fabric.
"God! I've had that mask on all night!"
She unsnapped the mask and threw it to the bedroom floor. She massaged the sides of her forehead. Patti could feel the lines left by the elastic in the mask. She sat up and slowly let her legs hang over the side of the bed. "Owwwww!" she moaned. Patti was terribly hung-over. She knew she shouldn't drink the way she did, but it help to mask her unhappy feelings about her marriage.
Patti had become pregnant at 18. She never was able to figure out why she had slept with Dick, her now husband. He wasn't really her kind of man. He was kind of nerdy, didn't like sports and had a rather small penis. All of her high school flings had been with better endowed boys. She had met Dick at a party where they both drank heavily. He'd fucked her in the back seat of his car and she'd ended up pregnant.
Patti hadn't wanted to marry Dick, but her mother had insisted. Several years later, her mom had told her she had been wrong to insist. None of her family had really taken to Dick, but here she was.
As she ran her hands over her face, she could feel the remains of the dried cum over her cheeks and neck. "Well" she though, "Dick must have had a good time" Patti didn't often let Dick fuck her because he was too small to really satisfy her. He preferred blow jobs anyway.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, she slowly realized she had an odd feeling in her ass. Reaching around her, she felt the end of the butt plug still lodged in her curvy ass. "The bastard hadn't even pulled it out after he finished!" she silent fumed. Slowly rising to stand, she walked out into the hall, turned and went into the bathroom. Turing on the lights, she admired herself in the mirror. "Still pretty hot for 36!"
She watched in the mirror as she slowly pulled the butt plug from her ass. Despite the slight discomfort, it gave Patti a thrill to watch the plug slide out. She wished it was a really nice cock. She dropped it into the sink, turned on the hot water and added liquid soap. As she washed the residue from her ass off the butt plug she recalled with a smile washing the cock of a high school stud back in her exploration days.
She let the water out of the sink and rinsed the plug and her hands, the washed her hands. Patti was a bit of a clean freak. As she dried her hands, she looked in the mirror at her pussy and noticed the dried cum that had stuck to her leg. Frowning, she turned and leaned on the sink. "Damn it! How many times had she told Dick if he wanted to fuck her, he had to wear a condom?" She didn't want to become pregnant again, not by him anyway. The idea of his cum in her pussy was a complete anathema to her.
She turned to the bathtub and began filling it with water, adding some scented oils. When it got the right level, she turned off the water and slid into the tub. She washed her face to remove the dried cum from her cheeks and neck, then turned to the rest of her body. As she washed her pussy, she realized it was slightly sore. It reminded her of her younger days after she had been fucked by a good sized cock. She giggled when she thought, "It certainly wasn't her Dick's dick!" Usually she couldn't feel it when she let him fuck her, which was rarely.
As she washed her pussy, she started thinking about that last large cock that had made her slightly sore like that. As she rubbed her clit, she lost herself in fantasy until she had a nice orgasm. Smiling, she placed a wet washcloth over her eyes and slid into a nice nap.
Awakening, she realized that the bathwater was getting cold. She hit the drain lever with her toes, and then stood up in the tub. She got the water going again and switched it to the shower, rinsing herself. She dried herself on a handy towel, stepped from the tub and slipped on a short robe, not even bothering to tie it. Stevie, her son, was gone to a meet.
She went down the stairs, opening the door at the bottom. She turned and went into the living room. Patti frowned at the empty bottles and the throw draped across the couch. Her husband wasn't there. She then remembered his saying that there was a problem at the plant and he had to go in on Saturday.
Patti picked up the throw and folded it neatly and placed it on the couch. She picked up the empty and walked to the kitchen. She made a cup of coffee and sat down to enjoy it slowly. As she drank, she considered the empty vodka bottle. She knew she needed to cut back, but that was kind of hard to do with Dick annoying her all the time. He thought she was some kind of "nympho" because she liked sex, just not with him. The only was Dick could get hard these days was when she was tied up or handcuffed. That part was ok with Patti because she found it a turn on anyhow. She just wished there was a really nice dick to use her while she was restrained and helpless.
Patti liked sex in most all of the ways you could do it. She wouldn't even mind being with another woman, but she really preferred cock. Nice, thick, hard cock! She sighed as she wondered if she would ever get a nice one again. Patti considered herself nearing being past her prime.
"Thank god Stevie hadn't turned out like his father!" she thought. "He's a lot more like me!"
Stevie liked athletics, hiking and physical activities just like she did. He was certainly looking good and was putting on muscle with his wrestling. She secretly found it a thrill watching him wrestle, pinning his opponent against the mat!
Finishing her coffee, she got up and thought about what she would like for breakfast.
Upstairs, her son Steve was just waking up. He felt great! As he woke up more, he started to recall his great dream about his mom. Suddenly, he started to realize that it hadn't been a dream. He went over to his computer and turned it on. Sitting nude in his chair, he waited until the computer finished booting up then checked for the pictures he thought he remembered taking. Nothing was in his picture directory!
As he frowned at the monitor, he remembered something about putting the pictures somewhere other than where he usually put them. Checking his directory, he suddenly knew where he thought they might be. Switching to that folder, he found pictures. He selected one and was treated to a photograph of his mother's ass and legs chained to the sawhorse! "Wow!" her thought, "I fucked her! That wasn't just a dream!" He quickly checked the rest of the pictures, and then he made sure the system shut down. He didn't want anyone seeing those for now, even accidentally.
Steve suddenly realized how hungry he was. "A good fuck will do that to a guy" he thought. He found some clean shorts and a t-shirt. He pulled them on, not bothering with his shorts. He went out of his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
As he came to the doorway of the kitchen, he suddenly came up short. His mom was bent over, looking into the refrigerator. The short robe she was wearing had ridden up, and her ass and legs were completely exposed to his gaze. As she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, he got glimpses of her bare pussy as well. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight.
Realizing this was dangerous, he said, "Hey mom."
Startled, his mother straightened and whirled about. "Oh my god, Stevie, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" she said, "What are you doing home?"
"The meet was snowed out" he replied.
"Snow? When did it snow?" She hadn't looked outside the window this morning.
"I think it started about 5, but it started snowing earlier to the west of here and they decided it wasn't the best idea to leave town in a bus."
"Well, why didn't you call for a ride home?" she asked.
"I did call. Several time, but no one ever answered."
"Oh! I'm sorry Stevie! You had to walk back home through the snow too."
"Well, that was ok, I didn't mind the walk."
Patti was disappointed in herself that when her son needed her, she was already drunk.
"I'm sorry baby! I guess I and your dad had too much to drink again." Patti said softly, "I won't let that happen anymore!"
"It's ok; I guess I'm used to it by now."
Patti felt awful. This wasn't the first time she felt like she had let her Stevie down because of the booze.
Steve could tell his mom was disappointed in herself and said, "I love you, mom."
She was quiet for a minute and then looked at him and replied, "I love you, Stevie. You're the most important thing in my life."
"I know."
She smiled at that and then asked, "What would you like for breakfast? I'll fix whatever you want."
Steve was looking at his mom. He robe was about half open and he was thinking, "I'd like you for breakfast!"
He cleared his throat and said, "I don't care, mom. Eggs would be fine."
