As her son carried the last of his boxes out of the house, Claudia sighed. Her last child, her baby, was gone.
The sigh was one of relief.
For the past twenty-seven years, she'd been a mother. That was about it. She hadn't worked outside the home since her oldest child was born; his father had insisted she stay home and take care of the children and the house. Then, when the oldest was ten and the youngest only three, he'd left her after bitching that she never did anything but clean and look after the kids. But he'd given her enough child support and alimony to live on, so she still hadn't had to work.
After he'd left, she'd spent all her time caring for the children and keeping the house clean. Oh, sure, she'd read books and taken classes just for something to do. She'd learned to use computers, with the help of her kids, and had made a few friends online who were her main source of adult contact. When her kids had been in school she'd joined the PTA and met other parents through the sports her children participated in, but mainly she'd just been home.
Without dating. Ever.
No one believed her when she said that. How could an attractive woman go seventeen years without dating? She'd had offers, but had turned them down for fear it would be too confusing or upsetting for her kids if she went out with various men. They certainly seemed upset when their dad introduced them to his flavors of the week. It was her job as their mother to provide stability, to give them someone who was focused on them.
Thank goodness for vibrators. She'd burned out more than a few over the years.
But now her youngest was out of the house. She didn't have to set a good example, she didn't have to worry about how her actions might affect her kids. All she had to worry about was herself.
Now she could take care of herself.
After her youngest hugged and kissed her and drove away, she went back inside and turned on the computer. She'd gotten to know some people very well online, men and women who belonged to a sex/dating site she'd joined on a whim a few months earlier. Some of them had been very understanding when she'd explained her problems with dating, and had offered support and advice. Some, of course, had offered her dates of one kind or another.
Since she'd joined, she'd rehearsed in her mind what she would say to get dates with the kind of men she'd actually wanted to date. She'd read stories and blogs online to get an idea of what intrigued her sexually, since it had been so long since she'd fucked anyone she'd forgotten what she'd enjoyed. She hadn't shut sex completely out of her life, of course. She'd had the vibrators, and had been known to take a peek at the porn movies she'd scavenged from her husband's den after he'd moved out. But without a partner, she hadn't had the chance to experiment.
So she'd spent time deciding what she wanted to experiment with and choosing men from the chat room on the dating site with whom she'd like to experiment. Her fantasies had centered around what she would say and do to them and what she wanted them to do to her. She'd chatted on instant messenger with some of the female friends she'd made about her plans, and had gotten advice and cautions from them.
Now she was ready. She had announced a week earlier that her son would be moving out. "I'm going to make up for lost time," she'd said. "Who wants to help me?"
Of course, that had gotten plenty of responses. Some of them she'd ignored. She wasn't interested in boys her son's age who just wanted to fuck an older woman. She wasn't interested in the men she'd seen in the chat room on the site who bounced from one woman to the next. She didn't want a relationship, exactly; she was fifty years old, far too old to get involved with anyone long-term. She was too set in her ways. But from her children she'd learned the terms "friends with benefits" and "fuck buddies". Either of those situations would suit her needs perfectly, as long as it was with a man who wasn't fucking a dozen or more other women at the same time.
She signed into the chat room. "Hey, everyone, I'm free!" she typed. "So which of you handsome men is going to help me celebrate?"
Some of the replies she got were from women and some from men she hadn't spoken to before. She ignored those. She wasn't bisexual—at least she didn't think she was, though it might be fun to find out for sure at some point—and she wasn't interested in stranger sex.
But a handful of the men who replied, ones she'd chatted with online for a while, earned a private message from her requesting their phone numbers. Three men answered. She called one of them immediately.
"Hello." The voice was deep and excited. "Is this Supermom?"
She laughed at the sound of her chat room screen name. In print, it didn't look quite so ridiculous. "You can call me Claudia. And your real name?"
"Josh. Did you want to get together tonight?"
"Absolutely. Why don't we meet for coffee first to be certain there's an attraction and that neither of us is a serial killer, and we can go from there."
"Where would we go?" His tone was teasing.
"If all goes well, back to my house for a long night of fucking." She'd practiced that line for weeks. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it out loud.
"Sounds good to me. How old are you, anyway? I know you said your youngest just moved out of the house."
"I turned fifty a couple months ago. Is that too old for you?" If she remembered right from the site, he was thirty-three. Older than her kids, which made him okay to fuck as far as she was concerned, but he might not think so.
"Hell no. Age is just a number. Where do you want to meet?"
She named a coffee shop a few blocks from her house. "See you there in an hour."
"Looking forward to it."
She hung up and went to her bedroom, where she sorted through her closet until she found an outfit that was sexy without being too overt. A silk blouse, cut just low enough to show her ample cleavage, and a skirt that hit just above her knees. Her legs, always her best feature, still looked good. Hopefully Josh would think so.
She popped onto instant messenger for a moment to let a couple of friends know where she was going and whom she was meeting, just in case anything went wrong, then went to the dating site to study Josh's picture. It wouldn't do if she didn't recognize him when she got to the shop.
Finally it was time. She drove to the shop, parked her car, and reached the door at the same time as a man she recognized as Josh. "Hello," she said.
"Oh, good, you're here!" He seemed pleased to see her. Good start. "Come on in. What would you like? I'm buying."
"Thank you. That's nice of you." Hopefully he wasn't one of those men who thought buying a woman any kind of drink entitled them to a night of sex. Not that she'd mind much. He was handsome, nice strong jaw, light brown hair with a mustache to match. She'd never been with a man with facial hair. What would it feel like between her legs? Her face warmed at the thought.
They got their drinks and sat down to chat. Within half an hour, Claudia had made up her mind. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her laugh so much, and he was definitely attractive. Hot, as her daughter would say. Best yet, he seemed interested in her as well. "I'm looking for a long-term fuck-buddy, not just a one night stand," she said.
