"There, another task completed," I muttered to myself as I clicked the submit button, closing the lid on the laptop. My name is Allison Cartwright. I am a 50-year-old divorced mother of three. My oldest two boys were grown and out of the house leaving just me and my 15-year-old daughter Casey living at home. Casey and I got along very well but at her age she was demonstrating more and more of her independence. She was very active in sports and spending time with her friends. It had been over five years since my divorce from her father and I knew it was only a matter of time before she sprouted her wings and flew, leaving me with an empty nest.
With all of the chaos in keeping up with Casey's hectic schedule I frequently took advantage of on-line grocery shopping. At least that would save me an hour a week from having to go to the store. This week's delivery would be here in the morning. Placing the order was the last task that I needed to accomplish for today and I was ready to fall into bed and sleep. I was exhausted.
On my way to my room I lightly knocked on Casey's door, peeking my head in to remind her that her brother Brian would be picking her up for practice in the morning.
"I know Mom, I am not a child."
I smiled at Casey and told her "I know honey, my baby is growing up too fast."
With a groan and a roll of her eyes, Casey shooed me from her room and I went to bed. Laying there in the silence of night I started to feel the stirring warmth that I had not felt for so long. I had not been with a man in nearly six years. My god had it really been that long? Mentally chastising myself for being so foolish, I rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.
Waking in the morning to the warm sunshine on my face I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. What a perfect day. The soft glow from my groin last night had only intensified and I wondered if I had time for a little self-gratification before needing to wake Casey for practice. Looking over at the alarm clock I noted the time. 8:15! Oh shit!
"Casey, Casey, get up. You brother will be here any minute."
Casey sprung from bed and I raced down the stairs to get her some breakfast. As I was pouring the milk into the bowl of cereal Casey skipped down the steps, hair in a ponytail bouncing around her shoulders. How could she go from deep sleep to this cheerful bundle of energy in a matter of minutes? I needed at least one cup of coffee before I could even think properly. She inhaled her breakfast so fast that I doubted she even tasted anything just as Brian pulled in the drive honking the horn to signal his arrival.
"Bye Mom." And with a kiss to my cheek she was gone in a flash of energy and the bounce of her pony tail.
Swallowing the last mouthful of my morning coffee I trudged back up the stairs to start my day. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror I took a second to look myself over. With a frown I noticed that my once proud breasts that stood so proudly high on my chest had started to sag. Turning to the side I noticed that my cute little girlish ass had spread a little but still maintained its feminine curves. Not bad, I thought. A girl has to take what she can get.
Stepping into the shower I almost instantly relaxed when I felt the hot water flowing down my body like a warm massage. The warm tingling sensation between my legs reminded me that I had unfinished business. While cupping one breast, I slid my other hand down over my tummy and gently parted the lips that were starting to moisten.
DING DONG
"Damn it, who could be here at this hour?" I moaned in frustration. I quickly grabbed my robe that was hung on the back of the door, tying it around myself as I once again descended the stairs.
DING DONG
"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses!" I exclaimed as I jerked the door open to see who was disturbing me this early on a Saturday morning. My words caught in my throat when I took in the sight standing there. It was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Well over six feet tall. Blonde hair that fell to just below his collar and the prettiest blue eyes. Broad shoulders and a chiseled muscular chest. The logo on his polo shirt told me who this man was. Man? He couldn't have been more than 20. He was just a boy.
"Good morning Ma'am, my name is Kyle and I think that I have a delivery for you. Would you like for me to carry them to the kitchen for you?"
"Uhm Uhh yes, yes please" was all I could manage as I pulled the door open for him. "Just follow me."