"OK mom, I promise to keep in touch. You be sure to call when you get home so were not worried. And thanks again for everything, we love you." I yelled, waving from the front door as the cab pulled away from the curb. My mother's arm was still wiggling like a worm from the rear, passenger side window as the yellow checkered cab turned the corner.
*She'll probably still be waving on the flight, half way home.* I shut the door as quiet as possible and let out a long, deep sigh of relief. my head made a low thump as it came to rest against the cold, cherry stained wood.
Now I love my mother, don't get me wrong. However, it's been over two months since Sarah and our daughter has been home from the hospital. my mother was here for us even before Sarah had gone into labor. I have no idea what we would have done without her. She was a godsend with the knowledge and help that she brought with her.
My wife and I have not had five minutes of alone time though since before her third trimester. Sarah had a couple of complications that left her bed ridden those last weeks of pregnancy. That meant sex was off limits! We haven't even had the opportunity for a quick grope. I imagine that Sue feels just as neglected since we both have extremely high libidos. Happy to say, though, she's made a full and quick recovery after the birth of our daughter. So anymore, her health isn't an issue.
The issue is my mother. Always right there day or night, around every corner, in and out of our bedroom, checking on the baby and don't even get me started on all the times we wind up walking in on each other in the bathroom. Sometimes It was like she purposely refused to let us be alone, almost as if she was jealous of how close and in love Sue and I are.
My father wasn't what you would call a loving man. My mother always seemed lonely. She would often say things like, "Tom, promise me that the woman you fall in love with, promise that you'll show her how much you love her every day, a woman needs to know it, she needs to feel it." To which I would generally respond with an eight-year-old child's look of bewilderment and say something like "Sure mom, whatever you say. I promise." Well, I guess it all stuck because I do just that. So honestly, sometimes; I think she does get a little jealous that me and my wife have the type of relationship she always wanted.
She was lonely before and even lonelier now since the divorce. I feel sad for her sometimes, but I can't continue to be there for her every beck and call. Especially now that I have a family of my own. I love my mother like I said, but at what point is it ok to live my own life.
Adding icing to the cake, mom and Sarah were beginning to get a little snippy with each other. Even though we need the help, Sarah and I decided it was time to reclaim our home. So after a calm and caring conversation mom decided *was slyly convinced* that it was time for her to go home to Alabama. I offered to pay for her ride home but She wouldn't hear of it. At least, she made out well as far as alimony and that kind of stuff that's involved in long divorces go.
I was heading to the bedroom to check on the two ladies of the house when I heard the shower switch on. Sarah must be taking advantage of these very few and infrequently free minutes. In the bedroom, I was greeted with the last slow lagging notes of the Disney baby's, princess mobile that hung over my own sleeping princess. I watched her tiny form inflating and then deflating with each precious breath.
Looking around the room, I noticed the hand held baby monitor was gone off the charger. *We could kill two birds with one stone if I go join Sue in the shower.* I thought mischievously. I felt a slight tingling stirring in me. I removed my clothes on the way out of the bedroom and then dropped them in the hamper just outside the bedroom, making my way back down the hall.
I turned the knob to the bathroom as quiet as I could and slid in through the door. The room was steamy, the fogged up windows were begging "Write on me." As the sweet scent of Sue's body soap wafted through the air with a citric effervescence. I stood there for a moment, I was entranced by Sues sexy and shapely figure, blurred through the textured glass of the shower door. I snuck up closer and could tell her back was to the glass. Inching the door open I peered inside to find something a little different than what I expected.
Sarah was hunching forward slightly with one hand against the wall, her chest heaving, her other hand buried and splashing feverishly between her legs. The wide shower head jetted streams of water onto her soapy body making her that much more sexy. She was moving her hips back and forth in an instinctive and very arousing motion.
My cock immediately reacted, stiffening with a growing, urgent hunger. Now I'm not going to say whether I'm hung like a horse or like an ant. However, I will say this. I was suckered into a bet in college once upon a drunken night. My roommate; a bit in the closet I think at the time- had bet me twenty bucks he had a bigger dick than me. Well, I wound up with the easiest twenty bucks I ever earned. But, he could have been exceptionally small. I'll let your imagination decide.
I snuck in and closed the shower door behind me, still as quiet as possible and Slowly wrapped my arms around her, gently cupping her milk-filled breasts. A high pitched yelp pierced my ears and I was about knocked off balance, barely able to keep from falling back and crashing through the glass door. Sue spun around with a look of horror on her face and it took all I had to stifle my erupting laughter.
"That's not funny Tom! you bout scared me half to death, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" she said kind of whispering and yelling at the same time and smacking my bare chest with a splash. *She looks so cute, she always looks cute.*
Not especially tall, Sarah stood up to my nose. And I'm not especially tall with only a five-foot-ten-inch stature. Her blonde hair shimmers like strands of gold when the light catches it just right and sets perfectly with her pale, glimmering blue eyes.
"I thought you wouldn't mind some company," I said moving right up against her trying to make my excitement apparent.
She looked into my eyes and then looked away making a movement to cover herself. "Well, maybe you thought wrong." She said.
