5 am, Saturday. Ann woke to her alarm clock blaring out Black Sabbath. Ann always had a taste for hard rock, something that always made her friends and family cringe when the heard her listening to it. She lived in a small fishing community on the Atlantic Coast. A town more in tune with folk and crappy easterner tunes that she hated.
Looking in the mirror she saw the forty year old body, to wide in the hips, a kid did that to a women, tits with a little sag, a few wrinkles starting around the eyes. she never thought she was very attractive, but she was very critical of herself . She did have nice blonde hair, that she only had to dye occasionally now, a few gray strands had started, but she still kept it long instead of being the typical mom and cutting it back.
She had a shower enjoying a long soak, she had time, it was her time now. Saturday a day off with nobody bugging her till evening. She took her Saturdays for herself and her one time a week to enjoy and release her pent up dreams and desires. Sunday was with her daughter...all day. She loved her daughter but Kelly would spend the entire day with her, then back to a ten hour day on Monday, slogging at the nearby base as a kitchen worker. Cooking, cleaning, drab clothes and drab people. Young men and women who didn't even notice the forty year old woman picking up their trays and stocking the steam line.
Her daughter on the other hand, worked there as well and everyone noticed. Gorgeous and 19. drop dead gorgeous, she gained attention like a bright bulb surrounded by sex crazed moths. Kelly had started seeing a young soldier a year earlier, he had been posted away but was back for a few weeks now, and Ann had found a tingle again she had almost forgotten about.
She had dated a bit, mostly fat overweight fishermen and the occasional Senior NCO on the base. A quick fling but nothing serious. She was never happy with them, or they her.
Ann new she would grow old alone now. Her first husband beat her, moving away when they split. she was a great person, she knew that, kind, honest, not stupid with conversation and could hold her own with world affairs and interesting talks. She loved sex and experimenting. She just saw no point in continuing a relationship she viewed as more of the same. It was a Damn fishing town for fucks sake. Another man who smelled like fish, or one who would get posted and really didn't want a drab 40 year old. even when she showed them her fantasy favorites they were more, bam bam let's go to the pub and talk fishing.
No, she would enjoy her Saturdays and be content. After doing her makeup and hair like a woman going out on the most important date of her life she sat on her bed she began to pull on the clothes she had set out the night before. this morning was going to be her absolute favorite fantasy and she meant to enjoy it.
The white merry widow was lace and silk, she pulled it on and did the sold laces up tight, thrusting her tits up like an eighteen year old. The white silk stockings she pulled on slowly, enjoying the luxurious feeling as she encased her legs, which she always thought were her truly great asset. The heels she had picked out, nothing anyone in this town would ever wear. white 5 inch heels she had bought with a dozen others on a trip to new York a decade ago. Beautiful with toe cleavage and intricate work on the sides, with a silver spike heel, right out of the porno movies she had enjoyed in the eighties.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she felt her nipples harden, and a tingle in her pussy, as she made her way to the couch. pillows and soft blankets thrown all over the couch made her feel like a queen as she hit the remote and began to gently caress her body.
Ann closed her eyes and began to fantasize. his name was Caleb. 19, tall and thin, beautiful and she new him so well. her daughters ...maybe ...boyfriend. Kelly had never allowed herself to call him that even though she dated him for months. Ann had introduced them to each other, and Ann adored him, she so wanted her daughter to fall in love with him and get married. Not only was he a great fit for her daughter but Ann loved being around him. They had great conversations and got along so well, she wished he was forty or fifty and she would have screwed his dick off.
Over time though Ann had developed a massive crush over this boy, impossible but heck that what fantasies are for. A young sexy man wouldn't be in her cards. Her daughter seemed happy but flighty and wouldn't commit. Ann really wanted him as a son in law and someone to give her grand babies, a continuing reminder for her fantasy masterbation Saturday mornings didn't hurt either.
As she dreamed of his hands on her, the movie played away, a favorite scene of a mature porn star and a young man. Helga was her name, dressed all in white as well she was making passionate love to a man half her age. Ann's pussy was on fire as she reached out and found the small silver vibrator and began to tease herself. She began to rub her tits with one hand and slowly moved the vibrator in and out of her vagina, with the other. Her stockinged legs spread with one high heel digging into the couch as she began to climb to what was going to be an earth shattering orgasm.
She dreamed of Caleb pounding his cock into her, but she was not acting like a porn star, she was gazing lovingly into his eyes as he told her that he loved her. as she imagined that moment, her pleasure climbed to new heights and she could feel her heel cut thru the fabric of the cheap couch she was arching over.
"Fuck, shit..the doorbell. goddammit", she huffed and took a moment to calm down..."so close. and who the fuck would be here at this time of the day. it was just after six!"
The bell rang again and she cursed some more as she slid the dido under the couch, stopped the movie..after noting where she was and how far she would rewind it when she got rid of whomever it was. Grabbed a bathrobe and tied it up. As she reached for the doorknob and turned it her heel caught on the carpet making her realize she had left them on..."shit." a quick thought raced that whomever was going to wonder why she was wearing a pair of sexy heels at 6 in the morning. The stockings that were visible wouldn't be a big concern if it wasn't for the heels, oh and the makeup and hair...fuck. all if the passed through her mind in the time it took to turn the knob. .and she realized it too late.
"Caleb..what are you doing here?"
"Sorry to drop by so early, but something happened...and I need to see you..before I left." he looked concerned upset and anxious.
Forgetting everything else, Ann ushered Caleb in and went to make coffee. He sat down on the couch, not even realizing she had glided past him in 5 inch heels. He sat quietly as Ann busied herself pouring coffee. she was concerned, This man, regardless of her fantasies, she really card for and she had never seen him this way.
As she brought in the coffee, she asked, almost terrified, "is kelly ok? "
Caleb laughed, "yes she is fine, sorry if a worried you. everyone is fine." she sat down next to him. Crossed her legs, and her eyes went wide as the sexy heel clad foot bounced in front of him...and he sat staring into his coffee...whew, she really didn't want to have to explain things. She needed to get a minute to get out of this gear.
"Caleb could you excuse me for..."
"I caught kelly with another guy this morning"... Deadpan delivery..staring into his cup.
"Shit, really, I'm so sorry Caleb" she reached out and put her hand on his arm.."so sorry, I thought you two were good."
Caleb stood up..pacing back and forth and not even looking at her.
"I am so fucked up"..Caleb was trying to find his words. "I am kinda messed up...no not with kelly, she has done this before and I knew it wasn't going to work." He sat down starred it his cup, he still hadn't take a sip...and Caleb loved coffee. They had spent many hours chatting over coffee and both her and Caleb would be wired on java long after kelly fell asleep tired of the conversation. it was one of the reasons ann enjoyed being with him was his conversation and that he could match her caffeine addiction pot for pot.
"I told you my mom was a cunt. ."
