Wife Cures Empty Nest Syndrome Pt 01

Gina awoke to her husband fucking her. It always angered her when he would take her like this. She felt like his own personal cum dump, but she just didn't care anymore. She just lay there and let him do it. Tom lasted two minutes before he finally grunted in pleasure and rolled onto his back. She almost laughed. His cock was every bit of four inches and not very thick either. And then to add to the fact that he was an early bird didn't help things either. He never lasted more than five minutes. Oh why couldn't he have Erectile Dysfunction, like Maggie's husband Earl.

After a few minutes of catching his breath her sixty-one year old husband rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The butt hole hadn't even given her a thank you kiss! Gina sighed and shook her head and slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe and made her way to the kitchen. But she paused as she passed Tommy's room. She opened the bedroom door and peered in knowing darn well her son wasn't there. He was in college now a world away, living his own life. She couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about her? Of course he does all good boys think about their mothers. That is until they find a girlfriend. He certainly hadn't called in the last week, Maybe he's already found a girlfriend? She frowned and closed the door, feeling the tears welling up in her blue eyes.

Dr. Rodgers had diagnosed Gina as having a mild case of the Empty Nest Syndrome, such a crazy name for this depression. There wasn't anything mild about what she was going through. Tom had told her that she was being selfish. Maybe she was being selfish. Tom Jr. (T.J.) was eighteen and able enough to make his own choices. But why did he have to choose a college so far away from home? Was she that bad of a Mom. Of course she wasn't.

She put the thought aside and refocused her attention to preparing breakfast for her husband, Tom. In about twenty minutes he would be on the road and she wouldn't see him again until Friday night. In a way she was looking forward to it. She could feel her love for him weaning, maybe it was the depression talking. Was this what being married to the same man for twenty two years is supposed to feel like?

"Mummm smells good, baby!" Tom said slipping up being her and putting his arms around her.

Gina yelped and jumped.

"Damn! Honey are you Okay?" Tom laughed turning her around. He tries to kiss her but Gina turns her head.

"Stop it, Thomas!"

He released her and stepped back, "I guess the pills aren't working, huh?"

Gina folded her arms and shook her head, "Dr. Rodgers said it would be two weeks before the drug gets into my system, Tom. You'll just have to be patient with me." Truth be known she hadn't even filled the prescription.

Tom rolled his eyes and walked over and sat down at the table and Gina fixed him a plate and placed it in front of him. He picked up his fork and was about to start digging in but then stopped and looked up at her.

"What?" Gina asked.

"Coffee, please!" he snapped his finger.

"I'm sorry, Tom I forgot to start the coffee maker."

"You're being too forgetful lately, Gina. You forgot to pick up my suit from the cleaners this week, too.

"Look! I said I was sorry, Tom!"

Tom stood up, "Well you need to get your shit together, Gina." He walked into the living room where she'd already staged his suitcase the night before.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I'll try to do better, Honey." she said following him with her eyes down.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, "I'll be back, Friday night"

Gina nodded and hugged him, "I love you, Tom. I promise you I'll get past this ENS. I swear."

He smiled and patted her ass, "I know you will, Honey. And I'm sorry for not being more..."

Gina placed her finger to his lips, "It's Okay, Sweetie."

Tom nodded and walked out the front door and Gina waved to him as he got in the car but he didn't wave back. He never did but she stands in the doorway like the faithful wife she is and watches him drive away. Then she went back to bed.

Gina awakes to the sound of her cellphone ringing. She picks it up and sees the smiling face of her best friend and next door neighbor, Maggie on the caller ID. Gina rolls over and answers the call, "Hi, Maggie."

"Girl are you still in bed?" Maggie laughs.

Gina yawns, "Maybe."

"It's two o clock! Get your butt up and let's get our nails done!"

Gina loved Maggie, but she just didn't feel like putting up with her chipper attitude today. "Look, Mags I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, so can we do it some other time?"

Maggie sighs heavily, "Girl you have got to get yourself out of this funk."

"Damn it if another person tells me that I need to get my shit together one more stinking time!"

"Hey take it easy, Gina! I'm just trying to help."

Gina checked her attitude, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to flare on you like that, Mags."

"It's fine." Maggie chirped. "It sounds like someone needs an attitude adjustment. A good old fashioned cocking, perhaps."

Gina had to laugh, sex was always the cure for anything, in Maggie's life.

"I'm serious, girl."

"I know you are, but unfortunately my cock just left for the week." Gina giggled.

"So?"

"So? What is that supposed to mean?"

Maggie giggles, "Never mind."

Gina rolled her blue eyes and brushes back her shoulder length blond hair. She knew exactly what her friend was referring to and it frustrates her to no end. Maggie cheated on, Earl constantly and somehow it didn't bother her to do so one damn bit.

"You need to suck some dick, girl it'll make you feel better." Maggie chortled.

"What?!"

"How do you think I get by?"

"Look, Maggie I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"It's not cheating, Gina. Trust me. I mean you're not letting another man into Tom's sacred spot."

"Look I gotta go, Mags."

"Whatever. You're not better than me, you know that, right?"

"I don't think I'm better than you or anyone else. There is just someone knocking at the door right now and I need to go."

Maggie scoffed, "There is no one at your front door. I am sitting in my living room looking out the window right now. No one's there."

"Look I'll talk with you tomorrow, Sweetie" with that said, Gina ended the call and tossed the phone on Tom's pillow. "Bitch!" But she still loved her.

She got out of bed and took a shower, then she pulled on her around the house clothes. She pulled on one of her son's red football jerseys with the big white number twelve on it, that had been T.J.'s lucky number in high school. He'd taken the team to championship his senior year wearing this very shirt. Gina giggled and looked at herself in the mirror. The darn thing looked so baggy on her. But then she was only five foot one and a hundred and ten pounds. The only thing large on her was her thirty eight double "D" breasts which made the jersey stand up in the front to expose her blond pubic hair. So she pulled a pair of black yoga pants to hide her muff. She hadn't bothered with putting on panties or a bra, heck it was just her haunting the halls of this big house. But she did put on a thick coat of lip gloss. It always made her feel better. She looked at herself in the mirror once more. This depression has caused her to lose at least twenty pounds and she still looked good for a forty-five year old woman.

Gina went downstairs and piddled around the house to take her mind off things. She cleaned the downstairs from top to bottom. She did three loads of laundry and cleaned the three guest rooms, changing the bed cover and washing them too. She worked until she felt hungry, but she didn't feel like cooking, nor did she feel like going out. So she called and ordered a meat pizza from Geno's. It was a local pizza joint, T.J. had worked at before he graduated high school and she sort of felt a connection to the place. The delivery drivers always liked coming to her house because she always gives them a big tip. Ten dollars!

While Gina waited she went to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes (the only room she hadn't cleaned). Even though she had a dishwasher she enjoyed washing the dishes by hand because she found it relaxing. The first week that T.J. was away, she did every dish in the kitchen.

The doorbell rang before she could put away the dishes. "Geez that was fast." she said aloud. So she grabbed a dish towel and wiped her hands and hurried to the living room to answer the door. She turned on the porch light and opened the door to find Pete Maxwell standing there holding her pizza. Pete was one of the boys from the neighborhood. He and T.J. were the best of friends. "Pete?"

"Hi, Mrs Calgon."

Gina hugged his neck, "Oh my goodness, I thought your parents shipped you off to college, Sweetie?"

"No way! I'm done with school, Mom."

She smiled when he called her, Mom. He'd been calling her Mom since he was seven years old. And to tell the truth she thought of him as a son as well. "So how did your parents react to that news?"

Pete shrugged, "We got into a big fight over it. So I moved in with some of my buddies and I got this cool job."

Gina smiled, "So you enjoy delivering Pizzas?"

"I certainly do, Mom."

"I just bet you get to meet some interesting people, don't you?"

Pete winks, "If you mean tons of hungry, slobbering, chics? Heck yeah?"

Gina laughs and pops his shoulder, "You're such a scamp! And I hope your thinking of me as one of those slobbering Chics.

Pete laughed and shook his head, "No, I do not. In fact you're in a league of your own, Mom."

Gina didn't understand the comment but she took his hand and led him inside, "Come on in, Pete. The money is in my purse and I have to go and get it."

"No problem."

She hurried to the den where she'd left it the night before and retrieved it and walked back into the living room, but Pete was gone. "Pete?"

"I'm in the restroom."

He was using the small bathroom beneath the stairs. Thankfully she'd just cleaned it. She smiled and sat down on the couch and began counting out the money for the Pizza and as she did she could hear his loud peeing. She smiled to herself and listened and strangely enough she found that she liked the sound. Peter had a heck of a stream! He must have a sizable pee hole. She thought. That thought led her to wondering how big his cock was. Damn it! Maggie was starting to rub off on her.

His stream started to drizzle and then squirt once or twice, before he finally finished. Gina quickly put the thought out of her head and focused her attention on counting out the money. She took an extra twenty from her clutch and placed it with the pizza money, when suddenly she hears, Pete gasp.

"FUCK!", Pete snapped.

"Pete? Are you Okay?

"OH SHIT! OH FUCK!" he whined.

Gina stood up and hurried to the bathroom door. "PETE? What's going on in there?"

"Nothing." he whimpered. Then he hissed, "Shit!"

Gina suddenly understood what was going on. Pete had zipped his penis into his fly. T.J. had done it a few times, himself and she'd had to help him. "Oh goodness Sweetie did you zip yourself up?"

"Yes! My dick's caught in my zipper!"

Gina's ignored the rude word he'd use to describe his penis and she let her motherly instincts take over, "Open the door and I'll help you, Pete."

"No!" Pete said flatly.

Gina fought her urge to giggle, "Sweetie it's okay. I know you feel embarrassed about it, but it's fine. I've helped, T.J. a few times."

"Really?" the poor thing sounded like he was about to cry.

"Yes, Honey. Now open the door, please."

"Alright, Mom."

Gina listened as the lock disengaged and she opened the door to find poor Pete standing up with both hands at his crotch. Her heart instantly went out to him. He looked to be in such pain.

"You poor thing. Let me see it." Gina said getting down on her knees. He was reluctant to move his hands at first. "I have to see it, Pete or I want be able to help you." she spoke gently as if she were talking to a child. Pete was far from being a child. He was a six foot, eighteen year old man. A handsome man at that.

Pete finally nodded and moved his hands to his sides.

The sight made her cringe because she could see a good bit of skin caught in the teeth of the zipper. "Good gracious, Pete. You really zipped it up, honey." she said calmly, hoping not to scare him.

"Can you get it out?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes, Honey I can get it." Gina looked up at him and pinched the little brass zipper pull with her thumb and index finger. "But I want you to count from one to three. On three I'll pull the zipper down. Okay?"

"Okay." Pete nodded his deep brown eyes filled with nervous worry.

"Start counting."

"One..."

At the count of one, Gina immediately jerked the zipper down.

Pete screeched and fell back on the toilet seat, "Son of a BITCH! What the Fuck, Mom? You said count to three!"

Gina shrugged and patted his knees, "You're fine."

"I think I'm bleeding?"

Gina cringed, "Really? Let me take a look at it."

"You want to look at my dick?"

"Well your right wouldn't be..." before she could finish her sentence, Pete suddenly stood up and unbuckled his belt and without hesitation he hauled his pants down and stepped out of them. Then he spread his legs wide and placed his hands to either side of the wall to balance himself.

Gina's mouth drops and her blue eyes go wide at the site of Pete's gangling member. She was mesmerized and amazed by it all at the same time. She hadn't been this close to another man's cock in over twenty years. In fact the last time she was on her knees before another man was when she blew the gorgeous muscle bound stripper at her Bachelorette party. She's never confessed that one to her husband. But of course they weren't married that night.

She looked up at Pete, to find him looking down at her. "Is it bleeding, Mom?"

"I don't think it is, Pete." she said nervously looking at his cock.

"It's gotta be bleeding. Check and see please." he said desperately.

Gina looked up at him and nodded, "Okay, Pete." and with trembling hands, she very gently reached out and took his soft cock in her hands. She lifted it to look at the underside of it. There was a small welt along the bottom of the shaft but it wasn't bleeding.

"You're not bleeding, Peter." Why did she say Peter? His dad's name was Peter and she'd sucked his Peter quite a few times in High school. She could clearly see that he and his father share the same genetics.

"It hurts, Mom. Could you please rub it?"

"Pete..." Gina looked at him and was about to say no, but he was giving her such a pleading look. The same look his father had given her on so many occasions. I guess it wouldn't hurt to rub it a little. It might be the last time she'd ever get to hold another man's cock in her hands. Besides the poor dear is in pain and he IS like a son to me.

She closed her small hands around his cock and began massaging the welt with her right thumb. And with her left hand she cupped his large balls and pulled back on his sack to extend his penis a little more. Gina couldn't take her eyes off of it. And though she didn't want to she was getting excited too. The kid had a very nice cock and it was definitely bigger than that of her, husband's by at least an inch or maybe even two. She squeezed it and before she knew it she was pulling her hand back and forth on it. And before long...IT began to swell.

Pete placed his hand at the top of her head.

Oh no! This was the same move his father made on her. Gina glanced up at him to find his eyes closed and a smile on his cute face. It was clear to see that he was enjoying it. Gina should stop now. She needed too. She should have pushed his hand away, but she didn't. She wanted to see how big Pete could get. Was he a fat eight inches like his father?

She continued stroking his cock with both her hands until it became rock hard. Hard to the point that she could feel his heart beat through it. And yes he was as big as his father. Oh my!

A generous amount of pre-cum dribbles from the pink heart shaped tip and drips to the floor.

"How does your cock feel now, Pete?" she giggled.

He patted the top of her head, "It feels fucking nice, Mom."

Gina didn't like it when anyone cursed around her, especially using the "F" word, that was a no, no in her book. But somehow "Fuck" just felt like the right word for the moment.

"Dad told me you were really good at this?" Pete said.

She smiled and shook her head, "I'm just massaging your sore cock, Pete. That's all."

"Dad said you crave the taste of cum, Mom."

Gina shook her head all this naughty talk was making her a bit turned on. "What else has your father said about me?"

"He said that you swallowed he and his buddies cum under the bleachers after a home game."

Gina's eyes went wide, she'd forgotten about that little experience. It had been with Peter and his best friend, Tyler. Ty had a small cock but she drank his cum anyways. Suddenly she felt Pete's hand urging her head toward his cock.

"Please suck my dick, Gina. Please."

She kept stroking his cock, "You want Mommy to suck your...BIG...LONG...Thick Cock, Pete?" She couldn't believe she was talking like this, and to a boy that considered her like a mother to him. She really did want to, but she hadn't sucked a man's cock in ages. She used to do it all the time back when she was in high school. And then she went and got married to Tom and he just wasn't into it. He said couldn't imagine himself kissing her afterwards if she did.

She watched another droplet of pre-cum slip from Pete's cock and that was it. She didn't even hesitate. She started sucking, Pete's dick.

"OH FUCK, YESSS!" he cried.

There's that beautiful word again, Gina thought as she gobbled and sucked and bobbed her head up and down on Pete's young cock. She savored the feeling of his girth stretching her throat. And the taste of his pre-cum was so delicious! Suddenly and without warning Pete shot his load. She kinda expected an early release because his dad always did. But then not many guys could last very long in her whore mouth. But what she didn't expect was the amount of cum this kid had, but she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, not wasting a drop. He filled her belly full of his warm jizz.

When Pete had finally emptied his balls of their delicious payload he slowly sat down on the toilet seat. "Oh Shit, Mom. You really can suck a dick!"

The comment was crude and most women would most likely take offense to it, but not Gina. To her it was a most wonderful compliment. She pulled her lips from him and kissed the insides of his thighs and licked his balls. Pete had to actually push her off of him.

Gina looked at him and gave him a playful frown, "What's wrong, Peter?"

Pete laughed and shook his head. "Dad told me you were a certified cock whore,." he laughed.

"I'm also your best friends, Mom." Gina said standing up. She draped her legs to either side of his and she sat down on his knees, facing him. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"I don't regret you sucking my dick if that's what you're getting at?" Pete said with a smirk.

"I don't regret it either, Peter." she pinched his cheek and then stood up and exited the bathroom, leaving him to get dressed. She walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa and opened the pizza box and took out a large slice and started eating it. Though her stomach was filled with Pete's cum, she was still famished.

Pete finally got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, the young man looked exhausted, yet satisfied.

"I hope you're gonna take the rest of the night off, Sweetie."

"Nope. I got more pizzas in the car I gotta get them delivered."