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?"
