I was 18, my mother was somewhere in her early 40's. She would never tell me her exact age and to be honest, I was baffled that she was past her 30's. We lived in a house, just the two of us. My father had left when I was younger, but it never phased me or my mom any. My relationship with my mother was an average mother-son relationship. Nothing out of the ordinary really. I would come home from school and play sports or video games, she would come home several hours later from work and would head straight to her room for the night. If I was hungry I would have to make myself something simple to eat and head to bed on my own. Mom always went out with friends on Fridays and Saturdays.
After our second child my thirty-five-year-old wife complained that it was much harder for her to loose the weight and get her figure back. I just liked her large milk filled breasts. So anyway she joined a yoga class that met twice a week. That meant that I got stuck babysitting. Even though she expressed her mother's milk and put it in bottles for me, it was still a pain in the ass to warm it up and get our new daughter to drink it. The bright spot in all that was watching her get ready to go. It required her to take a bath while I watched and handed her our two-month old daughter to bathe. Then she carefully shaved her pussy.
"I'm sorry Evelyn. I forgot all about it and I promised them. I've been putting them off for weeks," my husband Gordon explained. "I'll just go and be back by tomorrow evening.""Fine. Go," I told my husband. "I'll have Ashley mow the lawn.""Well, there's just one more thing," he said. "What now?" I asked, anticipating what he was about to tell me. "They begged me to bring Ashley along," he said. "They haven't seen her in so long."Ashley was our only daughter. She was 15 now and blossoming out beautifully. Gordon was right. It had been at least a year, last summer in fact, when we last visited his parents.
It had been a year since Laurie and I had broken up, yet I still carried a torch for her. Try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The last time I saw her, about six months prior, she was coming on pretty strong to the point where she was straddling me wearing nothing but khaki shorts and a black lace bra. Of course, she was too devoted to her current flame and I was too much of a gentleman, so we didn't take it any further. (Before you say anything, I didn't hesitate to kick myself repeatedly for my inaction. To this day, I still regret it.)I transferred to a new school on the other side of town shortly after that, so we didn't see each other for a while.
I had never thought of James in a sexual way. He had always been just the friend, the really good friend. The kind that you didnt have to act any certain way around him. I had never felt incredbily comfortable with the body i had. I was awkward, never once thinking of myself as someone sexy or desirable in any way. One night I was sitting on the couch with James, my head was in his lap and my eyes were closed. Everyone else had left the party, the alcohol of course had gone straight to my head, i was never much of a drinker. I cant remember the song that was playing but it was something very loud and irritating. James was playing with my long blonde hair, twirling it between his fingers.
Jerry was spending a few days with his old high school buddy, Bill, and his sister, Barbara. Jerry hadn't seen Bill in years, and when he found that he would be in his town on business, he had called to say hello. Bill had insisted that he stay with them, instead of at a motel. That evening, after a good dinner, the three of them were sitting in the den sipping wine and talking. "By the way, Barbara, how did your class go today?" Bill asked his sister. "Great," she grinned. "Wait until you see what we learned today.""I can hardly wait," Bill grinned. "What kind of class are you taking?" Jerry asked. Barbara grinned wickedly. "Strip tease dancing!""You're kidding," Jerry laughed.
A few weeks had passed since Alan had last visited. He sat on the bed with her, again watching TV. She wasn't sure if what had happened last time was real at all until he began to rub his leg against hers and shift his body so he was closer to her. "Hey, do you think you could-" he began to say. "No, that was a one time thing." she said, cutting him off. She crossed her arms and sat watching the cartoons. She was still mad at him for using her, and didn't want him to just think of her as a slut. Although she had to admit, having him want her made her excited, and she felt herself start to get wet thinking about what they had done.
A friend of mine gave me some free tickets to a high society charity cocktail party. He worked for the company running the event. I would never have been able to attend by myself. I was your typical just graduated college, working for scratch loser. I just barely managed to scrap enough money to get some decent looking clothes. While getting a drink at the bar I noticed a lovely raven haired beauty also picking up a refresher drink. I placed her age in the early thirties range. She had the most stunning blue eyes, full red mouth, large breasts and a plump squeezable ass. "I can see we will need plenty of strong drink if we are going to survive this little soiree". I managed to spit out.
In the lead up to the orgy at Mark and Mary's place, and after that evening Sally and I had found a new appetite for sex. We had stepped up our fucking to at least once per day, often twice or three times. Not only that but Sally now exudes sex; she always wears short skirts rather than jeans or shorts and she makes sure that I know that she never wears panties anymore. She has also stopped wearing more conservative tops, now-a-days the skimpier the better seems to be her motto. Until quite recently, if I had called her a slut she would have taken offense. Now I call her a slut all the time and she just smiles, or gives me a kiss, or rubs her tits against me.
Tonight as I was headed home from work, it was raining and the road between the town I work in and where I live is pretty desolate with only a couple of gas station that close at 10 PM and a few houses in a 20 mile stretch. So anyways, I turned on the road and I was just was driving along and suddenly I see this figure on the side of the road, dressed all in black with a hood over their head.