*Chapter 1*
After 19 years of marriage Angela is now divorced.
The separation was reasonably amicable, but in the months after its completion she has found herself resentful and depressed. She can't help but feel that she has wasted her best years.
She starts using hook-up sites, with great success. Barely a week goes by without her having sex with a new partner. She soon realises that she is becoming addicted to this lifestyle and worries about the toll it is starting to take.
She deletes all her accounts and apps, but, a few days later she finds herself in a local nightclub surrounded by men half her age. The first one of them brave enough to stake a claim is soon leading her into a toilet cubicle.
Caring little about the puddles of urine beneath her feet, she drops down to her knees and starts ferociously sucking her young friend's fat cock.
"Have you got a condom?" she whispers a few minutes later.
"No," he replies, as she climbs to her feet.
With no acknowledgement of his answer, she slides her panties down and bends over the toilet.
"Fuck me really hard," she pleads.
Taking a fistful of her hair, he ploughs into her and carries out the instruction. He doesn't last long. Within just a couple of minutes he pulls his cock out of her pussy and fires a heavy load of jizz across her back - much of it landing on her dress.
As they both catch their breath there is a load thump on the cubicle door.
"You two finished in there?" the bouncer's voice booms. "Time to go home."
Her head hanging to the floor, Angela is then lead through the busy nightclub and pushed out onto the street.
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*Chapter 2*
When she wakes the next morning the first thing she sees is her cum-stained dress sprawled out across the bedroom floor. She thinks this is rock-bottom, but it's not until a couple of days later that she learns of the depths to which she's truly plunged.
She is sitting in her car outside of school, waiting for her son Jake, when a group of boys across the road catch her eye. Her stomach flips and her heart starts thumping.
In the middle of this group, laughing and joking with his friends, is the young man from the nightclub. She quickly turns her head in the opposite direction, petrified that he might recognise her.
As soon as Jake climbs into the car, a few minutes later, she speeds away, not even taking a moment to offer a friendly "hello".
"Are you OK?" he asks, seeming to notice something isn't quite right.
"Yes," she lies. "I just want to get dinner on."
As they pass the group, Jake mutters something under his breath.
"What did you say?" his mother asks.
"I said arseholes," he replies. "I hate those pricks."
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*Chapter 3*
Realising that she desperately needs help Angela finds an online support group for women with sex addiction. She is assigned a mentor - a woman named Jodie.
Like Angela, Jodie is a divorcee in her early forties. She has been in the group for four years. During that time she has suffered occasional relapses, but is now nearly twelve months celibate.
Her experiences resonant strongly with Angela, and she too is soon on the path to recovery.
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*Chapter 4*
One Friday Jake comes home with a busted lip and a swollen eye.
"What the hell happened?" Angela asks, rushing to comfort him.
"Me and James got jumped," he sniffs.
"What? By who?"
"Some arseholes from school. They've been giving us shit for weeks."
She feels a sudden sense of panic. "Arseholes", was exactly how he'd described the boys outside of school the other week.
"What are their names?" she asks, trying to hide her sudden anxiety.
Jake somewhat reluctantly answers the question, and Angela assures him that she will handle it with the school from here on out. He seems conflicted, and is worried about the potential consequences. Eventually though he agrees to let her take care of it.
Shortly after he goes to bed that night she searches for the boys on Facebook. Her worst fear is quickly confirmed. One of them, Oliver Smith, is the boy she fucked in the club toilet.
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*Chapter 5*
Angela turns to Jodie for advice, telling her everything that has happened, and relaying her deep concern that raising the issue with the school might result in Oliver finding out she's Jake's mother.
"Oh honey." Jodie writes in reply. "I really don't know what to suggest. That is such a crazy fucked up situation.
"All I can recommend is that you give it a few weeks and hopefully it sorts itself out and dies down."
They exchange a few more messages and then the conversation comes to an end.
An hour or so later, however, Angela - who is now in bed and half asleep - receives another message from Jodie.
"Wanna hear something really fucking hot?" it begins. "One of the women I speak to in my support group fucked some kid in a nightclub a few months ago and now it turns out he goes to her son's school!
It gets better...the kid she fucked - who still has no idea who she is - has started bullying the son!"
Angela read this message three times, before appreciating that it had been sent to her in error.
"Oh my god." Jodie quickly followed, obviously realising her mistake. "I am so sorry.
"I'm struggling with things at the moment, and I've fallen off the wagon. That's no excuse for doing that though."
A sudden jolt of adrenaline rushed through Angela's veins. Hearing of Jodie's fall from grace felt like an opportunity to join her.
"Don't apologise." she replied. "It is pretty hot isn't it?"
"Very." Jodie answered.
"Did I tell you I found his Facebook profile?"
"No?"
"He might only be 18 but he's sexy AF."
"Hmmm. You should message him. See if he's up for another round."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. You don't have to mention your son. Like I said earlier hopefully things will die down and you won't have to worry about any of that."
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*Chapter 6*
Angela creates a fake account on Facebook and sends a message to Oliver. A week later they meet in a carpark and have sex in her car.
"Fuck that's so bad." Jodie tells her.
"I know." she replies, smiling wickedly as she types.
"Where did he cum?"
"In my mouth."
"I hope you swallowed it all down like a good little MILF..."
"Of course."
These liaisons continue for many weeks. After each one Angela takes great pleasure in relaying all the lurid details to her mentor.
Jodie often asks if Oliver is still picking on Jake. Angela's answer is always the same, that she's not sure and hasn't heard anything either way.
Then Jake comes home from school one day with more cuts and bruises.
"You said you'd fix it!" he sobs like he's about to throw a temper tantrum.
"I...I tried" she lies in response.
The full-blown nature of her affair with Oliver means it's now impossible for her to try to fix this problem through official channels. She tosses and turns all night thinking how best to rectify the situation.
