OK, let's set the record straight right from the beginning. I am not an ignored, divorced, sex-starved mother. My husband didn't leave me for a young chickadee. My children aren't deformed or social piranha. I love sex. Banging, pounding, fucking...whatever you choose to call it. I love every moment of it.
I met my husband Daniel at a swinger's party. No he wasn't 'the man I'm going to marry' at first sight. Hell, he wasn't even fucking me. He was ball deeps in a hot blonde while some guy had me bent over the couch ramming my wet twat.
Dan and I have your more than normal sex life. We fuck at least twice or three times a week. It's isn't the party wall banger. I tend to be a bit of a screamer, and when the kids are roaming the house, we have to tone it down...a bit. We don't hide sex from our children. It is a healthy normal part of life. They know mom and dad are active, and we encourage them to be active to. Just be safe...is our motto.
Just take it we are about as normal as you get in this suburban house. My husband Dan is a tax lawyer, you know, the guy who saves your ass when the IRS wants to take your first born child. I am a fitness trainer; I help people look and feel good. My son Peter is a second year college major in engineering, and out daughter, Mindy, is about to graduate high school.
We attend parent conferences, PTA, and yes church. We also attend a monthly swingers get together. Where it's no holds barred, fuck me until I scream event. Dan and I knew what our worlds were like the further we fell in love. We adapted, and grew with it. No, we didn't drag our children into it, it needed to be their lifestyle, not ours. Quite frankly, when the moment did hit with Peter, I was as surprised as anyone to know his feelings, and his desires. Much to my pleasure.
It was a Wednesday afternoon in June...I remember it clearly. Dan was busy at the office. It was post tax season, and his clientele usually jumped through the first part of the summer as people got their 'bill' from the IRS. The club I worked at as a personal trainer was undergoing renovation. So, each of us was taking an extra day a week off since the work load was down with part of the building out of commission. I had taken that day off.
I didn't want to give up my usual work out, and had headed for the gym in the basement. I had been at the elliptic pretty hard and was doing my stationary bike run when I glanced up at the door. Ear buds blaring Metallica I hadn't heard Peter come home from class. I slowed my pace to a leisure pedaling and opened my mouth to tell him there was left overs in the fridge for him. The words never came out.
I admit it, it was week six...we had skipped the last party with Dan's schedule, I was sweating...panting...working out always had heightened my bodies reactions. I suspect everything about me screamed horny right about then. While Dan and I had been at each other like breeding rabbits; we both had been missing that spice that heightened both our lives
My eyes locked to Peters face...but he wasn't looking at mine. His eyes were wide and had a slight glassy look. I followed his gaze. And glanced down at myself. My sports bra was soaked in my sweat...my hard nipples poking like two pebbles through the stained cloth. My bare thighs glistened in my sweat as my legs slowly worked the pedals of the bike.
My eyes traveled down his chest...watching it heave with emotion as he continued to stare at me. He wasn't your chiseled athlete. Like his father he was more brains then brawn. When my eyes landed on his groin...I nearly gasped. Jesus, the size of the package bulging through the front of his tight jeans was sizeable.
I felt a rush of wetness in the crotch of my shorts that was more than mere sweat. I knew the cloth had to be as soaked as my top...but right then didn't give a shit. You know those moments, when you know the answer is so simple...so right...but your brain freezes and for the life of you, you can't think of it. That was it for me right there.
As I slid off the bike...strolling towards my captivated boy...the thought never even entered my mind...this is your son. Walking towards Peter, I bent and picked up my towel...giving him ample time to view my pendulous breasts. Raising up, I swear to God I could see it actually throb inside his jeans.
This was an eighteen year old MAN...Standing not more than fifteen feet from me. Raging hard, lust burning in his eyes. For me. Every hormone in my body went haywire. Walking towards him, I put an extra swing in my step...knowing my 36D's were swinging in the close fit bra. Standing right in front of him...I let every pheromone in my body overwhelm his senses.
"You like?" I asked. Hearing how husky my own voice was. Thick with my own growing lust.
"Fuck yeah" Peter groaned back.
Like an out of body experience...my hand came forward...cupping the bulge in his jeans. Feeling it quiver and jump. "So do I baby...so do I" I told him.
