The continuing story of Mary Houghton a married middle-aged woman and the exploration of her sexuality. How she copes with finding her true self, and how she deals with her husband and 3 children. How she finally came to accept who she really is.
There is no underage sex as per Lit policy and guidelines.
This is an original work of fiction by the author and nobody is real.
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**WARNING**
There is some accidental incest in this Chapter if that offends you then 'look away now'.
They say a woman's work is never done. Whoever said it must have had a husband and 3 teenage children.
Mary's two daughters shared a bedroom, the youngest of the 3 children was Angie, 13 and in her second year at high school, while her eldest child Sally was at University and rarely home but she and her younger sister got on very well, kindred spirits of sorts. It was mostly tidy, most of the time. Apart from the clothes, they always seem to miss the wash basket when it came to putting the dirty stuff out. And recently young Angie had started to do her own underwear washing. Becoming a woman can be messy at times.
Her son, 15 yo Charles or Charlie, was a stereotypical teenage male, football, his mates, video games, acting the goat, and then his many girlfriends a different one every two weeks. His father Paul has had words about 'breaking young girl's hearts' and he assures us that he wouldn't do anything wrong to hurt them. Mary sighed, boys she thought. It did occur to her to sit him down and spell out that his manhood will get him into more trouble than his attitude at school. Paul had told her that his son was well aware of the differences between being silly and stupid. She wondered if he did; on more than one occasion she had found somewhat suspicious messages on his phone. She told herself, I didn't pry, his phone was on the kitchen bench when a message arrived, I just read it before him.
It was obvious to her that he was the most academic and intelligent of the 3 children, but he was in cruise control for most of his school life, never standing out or fulfilling his potential. Whereas his sisters had to work twice as hard at school to finish with the same marks. Charlie hardly did homework, never swatted for exams or tests and was satisfied with his B+ average. When told by everyone that he could be so much more, his standard reply was, "I'm happy where I am,"
It was while Mary was running the vacuum over the girl's room that she came across some very sexy underwear, obviously Sally's by the size of them. Mary held them up and the crotch-less panties in a sexy black lace were something that a quiet, modest young woman wouldn't be seen dead in, so why did she have them and why were they tucked away under her bed was a mystery. They still had the sales tag on them so still unworn. If she had to hide them then she knew her parents wouldn't approve. She made a mental note to have a discrete word with her.
Mary was certain she wasn't completely innocent, there had been occasional boyfriends at high school but she had been brought up right and knew the consequences of fooling around with every Tom, Dick or Harry. Of late she had been working hard in her courses at Uni and didn't seem to make too much time to socialise. Mary wasn't too concerned, there will be plenty of time for socialising once she has finished University, she thought to herself.
Meal times were all over the place, Mary stuck fast to her principles that she would serve dinner for everyone at 6 pm, if you weren't home you went without. No raiding of the pantry after 8 pm. The only exception she made was for Charlie on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when he had football training and then for Angie when she got asked to play netball for the high school state team and practice was Wednesday nights from 7 to 9 pm. Angie had an early snack and fore went any dinner. She kept Charlie's dinner warm in the oven but he sat at the table and ate it, not in front of the TV, PC or with a phone in hand. He seemed ok by that, normally after football training, he would woof down his food in any case. Mary made certain she kept them all on a good diet with well-balanced foods and regular meals, what they actually ate when they weren't home was up to them, they were all told "don't come asking for a handout of cash just because hungry," She always made certain there was fresh fruit available by the bucket loads. She had no idea where they put it all. Hollow legs she told herself more than once.
Mary was lost in thought as she continued her housework, the cleaning never seems to finish she was thinking. Tomorrow was her day out, a lunch in the city with friends was all she ever mentioned if she was asked. She never was. The fact she ended up at the OWLS Club in Port Adelaide was a complete mystery to them all. It seems her daytime activities were as opaque to her family as she sometimes feels she is. Not unloved, hell no, she knew she was. Paul always kissed her goodbye every morning and the occasional pat on the behind as a forewarning he was in the mood that day.
The kids were extremely loving, OK Charlie not so much when others were around, especially his sisters or his dad, but when it was just him and his mum, he would help out doing things for her, cleaning, washing even, preparing meals. He even offered advice about trying new recipes after reading a cooking book she had opened for one of the family's meals. He was told, if he wanted to try it he should cook it for the whole family one day and she wouldn't say a word about it. It was their secret to 'mums' new dish. She smiled and he said thanks. He was asked if he wanted to do the shopping for all the ingredients and his answer was a look of sheer fear. "I'll take that as a no," She told him. She remembered those times with each of the children.
Her and Paul's 20th wedding anniversary was coming up and she wondered what this one was called. She had to google it not that Paul would remember, although he might surprise her one day. She grabbed the tablet in the kitchen and punched in the required details. The traditional gift for the 20th is China and Emerald green is the colour. HHHHMMMMM she thought, some nice Emerald earrings would be nice. That would give her an opportunity to get some new outfits. Then she returned to her reality, 'wishful thinking girl' Elizabeth is more likely to give you something, even if Paul remembers. And she has only known you for less than a month.
She snapped out of her daze as the vacuum cleaner caught hold of the tassels on the edge of the rug she was cleaning. Why all of a sudden had Elizabeth popped into her mind? She asked herself. Elizabeth had been tucked away in her sub-conscience purely for her night-time entertainment, once she was certain Pauls was fast asleep. Oh, sweet Beth, on her full lips she always wore a full gloss lipstick, always immaculately dressed, always sexy underwear and her perfume, such a gorgeous scent, she always lingered on long after she had left her. She felt a tingling in her knickers. Mary closed her legs tight. Took a deep sigh, smiled and thought, no, I won't go and relieve myself, I shall wait until tomorrow.
She heard a key in the front door and wondered which one was coming home mid-afternoon. She walked into the entrance and found Sally, smiling at her, "Surprise," She said.
"What are you doing home?" Mary asked her eldest daughter.
"I've come home to change, a friend has invited me to a private gallery to see some famous paintings," She told her mum. "I won't be home for dinner tonight, we are going for a meal afterwards" She yelled over her shoulder as she headed down to her bedroom.
Mary remembered those panties she found and what a perfect opportunity to get her to explain them she thought. She followed her down to the bedroom, the door was closed, so she knocked. "Sally, can I have a word with you?" She spoke through the door.
"Hang on mum," came the reply. And then the door was opened and Sally was wrapped in her house coat. It must be said that Sally wasn't a model or a movie star in her looks, she was 18, not carrying any weight, wore glasses, had brown mousey hair shoulder length, was hard to keep tidy and she dressed conservatively, didn't like standing out in the crowd a very standard looking wall flower. The number of times they have had a conversation about her trying harder to dress herself up a bit, well Mary had lost count and lost out. It seems even the basic makeup was out of the question.
Sally stood there with her bedroom door half open. "Can I come in?" She asked.
"Oh sorry, just a minute," She scurried away and Mary heard her shuffling things around, "What's going on Sally," She asked as she entered the room.
