Becca and I were closer than most moms and daughters. We were probably closer than most best friends were with each other. Ever since my husband and I divorced, Becca and I moved from Florida to Texas and have established ourselves here in our new home, we were inseparable. She is 18 turning 19 in a few months, and I am 42.
Being a younger mom Becca and I were super close. We hung out every weekend, did everything together, and shared everything. Secrets did not exist in our house because we were each other's confidants. I never judged her, nor her to me.
I felt bad for my daughter for having to move to a new city, a new state, and a new school right before her senior year of high school. But there was nothing we could do to stop it.
The divorce had us settle on selling the house Becca grew up in and splitting the equity we got out of it. And because Ron was the breadwinner for so long with me being the stay-at-home mom, I didn't have an established job to fall back on.
We got a lot for our home so I had enough to put a down payment on a decent home here in Frisco, while I trained up for my new job. It wasn't anything special, I was a bank manager in my younger years and happened upon a bank about 10 minutes from our new home that needed a new Branch Manager.
The pay wasn't great but because we got a steal on our new home with a decent interest rate, and I was able to drop a solid 40% down payment, our mortgage was going to be cheap with me still having a good chunk of change to fall back on if need be.
Becca already had her car that she helped pay for by working her ass off when we were in Florida, so we didn't need much. Just to have our needs met and this new job did that.
Becca was honestly the best daughter that anyone could ask for. She was driven to do well in school so that she could play softball. Like myself, she naturally excelled in sports, in softball specifically.
She has dreams of playing in college and getting a full ride to do so, while she studies up to become an attorney. Though, I don't know if she still wants that, or not, I think she mentioned becoming a professional Sports Rehabilitation Therapist for big sports programs like the USWNT soccer team, NFL, NBA, etc.
I don't know about the job security in that, but what I do know is that she is driven and I am so proud of her.
She's not a big drinker but has always been responsible when she does drink. She is on birth control. Ya, know, "safe sex is the best sex." You can't always trust boys to be men, but you can always prevent their stupidity from ruining your future. I know she's sexually active as I've caught her multiple times with her last boyfriend. I'm not a snooper or a "gotcha" kind of parent. But she is my mini-me and just like me, meaning she's a screamer. So it is fairly easy to catch her having sex when she is doing it at my home.
Becca, though I'm sure sad that we moved away from all of her friends, and most importantly her softball team, was handling the divorce and moving to Texas quite well. She is my support system and partner in all of this.
She never gave me guff. She's never complained. She's not acted out, nor did she beg me to stay in Florida. She was mature in all aspects and helped me make the decisions I struggled with. Like moving to Texas and starting over.
Since being here, she's already started mentoring our neighbor's younger daughter in her journey through softball. Made the new softball team at her highschool, and even accepted a position she didn't play at first because the other star player at her school, Riley, also played the same position and the coach didn't want them fighting over it. So she made them both play two different positions.
She is fighting with this girl currently. Both emotionally, competitively, and physically, but it sounds like she may want to make a friend of an enemy. I really hope this works for her. Last thing she needs is to be physically fighting with her non-stop or being expelled.
Though strong through all of this, she is quite lonely and hasn't made any new friends yet. I know she'll be fine without them, it's her senior year. But she shouldn't go the year with no friends at all!
Which leads us to today.
I had just gotten home from work and was doom scrolling on my phone. A little bit of TikTok, and some Instagram, but realistically, I was looking at Tinder.
I promised myself, and Becca, that I wouldn't date anyone until she was out of the house. She doesn't care if I do this or not, but I want to make sure I'm not creating a confusing situation for her but also protecting her. Bringing a new man into our home is hard enough, but making sure I don't bring a creep home who will violate my daughter is very scary to me.
But my body does have urges, urges I am struggling to ignore. Ron and I didn't have sex for the last couple of years of our marriage. Here and there when he or I were drinking, on anniversaries or holidays like Mother's and Father's Day, but outside of that..." Ole Faithful" was vacant of any visitors.
I masturbated with my vibrator as I watched some porn on the internet, usually videos of a neglected housewife cheating on her husband with the hunky neighbor, gardener, office colleague, or my favorite, being controlled and dominated by the random seductive guy at a bar. I'm not a "submissive" person per se, but I am very much into someone telling me what to do and being in control. Ron was a pussy and could never get into character. He did have a nice cock though, so that usually made up for it.
I, sadly, was getting tired of self-pleasing and wanted the real deal, hints at my current swiping on this "dating" app. There were some hopefuls on here for sure. But I also don't want to be the mistress or person a husband is cheating with. And with some fine tuned social media stalking, it was easy to find the truth about these slimeballs trying to cheat on their wives. It was insane how many of them were super handsome and married.
I wasn't into younger men either and though a few were super good looking, I didn't want to be a cougar. Some of the men I worked with were always making suggestive comments right on the line of sexual harassment. Though I would never engage with them, I didn't mind the compliments they'd give as it boosted my confidence. My age limit was 5 to 10 years younger than me...even then, that was pushing it.
Suddenly, the door opened, it was Becca.
"Hey!" I called out to her. "How was your day?" I locked my phone and set it on the couch next to me.
"It was pretty good, thanks. I'm gonna be playing first base permanently, I think." Becca answered back, sounding upset about that decision.
"I'm sorry to hear that babe. How are you feeling about it?" I asked. "You do look absolutely radiant all things considered." She did. She was glowing. The only time someone looked similar was when Rita, a woman we lived near, came by and was pregnant.
"Thanks? And I feel okay about it. I'm looking at it as positively as I can. If I go to a school where there's already a senior playing shortstop, I have another position that I could potentially start at right away." Becca explained.
"That's my girl. Take a bad situation and make it a profitable one." I said super proud and smiling. "Are you hungry? I was thinking about getting some takeout."
"Sure whatever you want. I'll take the same order but make it spicy." Becca finally smiled, as she threw her bag down on the hall tree and then headed upstairs.
"That girl always amazes me!" I said proudly as I reached over to my phone and grabbed it off the couch.
Not but a few minutes after I had pulled up the DoorDash app and started our order, a knock came at the door. I hurried over to the door, intrigued at who it could be.
I opened it and found Bella, our neighbor's gorgeous oldest daughter. "Bella! How are you? Come on in!" I invited her in, stepping to the side and allowing her to come inside.
"Hi, Ms.Sullivan! Thanks!" Bella said coming in. "Is Becca home?" She asked looking around our entryway before bringing her eyes back to me. For a second it looked like her eyes focused on my cleavage. I had nice perky breasts and have always been a low-cut top kind of woman. I didn't crave attention by any means, but if you got 'em flaunt 'em, my mom always said. But she was probably looking at the diamond necklace I was wearing because why else?
"She is! She just went upstairs to take a shower, did you want me to call her down?" I asked, turning and walking into the kitchen. Bella followed.
"Oh no that's fine, I was wondering if I could borrow your shower. My sister used all the hot water and I'm super in need!" She explained, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"I mean absolutely! Go up there and use it, she may have just jumped in so you may need to wait a bit." I explained, scrolling through the different chinese food options. "Are you interested in staying for dinner?" I asked, as I looked up and saw her eyes fixed on me.
I'd be lying if I said this didn't catch me off guard. But I shook it off. It was refreshing to be talking to a young woman who wasn't staring at her phone as Becca often did.
"That'd be great! Whatever it is, I'll eat it. I'm not a picky eater. Which way is Bella's room?" She asked, standing up and heading out of the kitchen.
