Mother’s Day

Everyone forgot Mother’s Day at my house. I’m a mother of four, and all four forgot. Even my husband didn’t remember.

I look at myself in the mirror, and fix my hair. I’m a redhead; my hair is long and goes past my shoulders. I stop and stare at my figure in the mirror, for a moment. *I stayed in shape after four kids, and my husband still takes me for granted.* I am 45 but I have stayed slim over the years. I have an average height for a woman. *I probably could leave and find another husband, but I couldn’t do that to my sons. Even though they’re all brats.* I grab my breasts and push them together. I imagine seducing a gentleman, a tall handsome man who then steals me away. I have a tight t-shirt on, and some sweatpants. No bra or panties.

I finish up with my hair, and sigh. *Looks like today will be nothing but depressing.*

The doorbell rings. I go to answer the door, because I know everyone else is too lazy to do it. I swing the door open. It’s Tom with his mother. He’s a friend of my son Adam.

Cheating While on Honeymoon

I was on my honeymoon with my husband. We had just married, both at 18. We dated for all of high school. We knew we were ready, and I knew he was the one.

We had a hotel on the beach, we didn’t have a view of the ocean from our window, but we didn’t care. We were together, that is all that matters.

My new husband, Owen, was in the shower. We had so much sex, he could barely get hard anymore. The shower will give him some time to recover.

I had drank a lot of wine throughout the day. Feeling carefree, I slipped on a tight white t-shirt and a white g-string bikini. I didn’t bother finding a bra. My nipples could be seen through my shirt. I put on my ring, grabbed a glass, and I walked barefoot to the ice machine.

*We’re on vacation, who cares if a stranger sees me? No one from home will see me looking all slutty.*

My son’s friend

I’ve been obsessed with my son’s new friend for about three months now. My son Jake is a shy introverted 18 year old. He was a real lonely kid in high school, but now he finally has a close fiend. His mood is happier and he has more confidence. His new friend Toby is the cutest, most charming guy you could ever meet. I have kept my crush on Toby secret from everyone. Everyone but my best friend Laura.

‘He looks so cute here!’ I exclaimed. I was at Laura’s place looking at his Facebook pictures. She added him as a friend, but I’m too scared to add him myself. So when I’m at her place, I sometimes ask to look at his pictures. OK, I always ask.

‘You’re too obsessed with him,’ Laura chuckled.

‘I know, I know,’ I responded.

Toby looks even cuter in the pictures. He’s a little short, maybe 5’6, but very fit and muscular. He has a really cute baby face and blonde hair.