Terri Gordon was wondering where her stupid husband, had put the new glass cleaner she had bought, she couldn't find it anywhere. It had cost her a packet because according to the advert, it cleaned stains off glassware guaranteed. She even went into the garage to look for it, and she could not find it.
She was getting mad, she had set this day aside to do the ornament and antique glasses, goblets, jars, plates, and dishes she had collected over the years. Everyone was a rare, or wanted item, and she had collected a good collection over the years. Now she wanted to spruce them up. She had taken advice and followed it, hence the reason she had bought this very expensive cleaner the experts say they used.
The lovely 40 year old was getting more and more annoyed, she would kill him when he arrived home on Friday, he would be expecting her to jump straight into bed and fuck him silly. "Well," she told herself, "if I don't find it, he won't find this either!" and she grabbed her crotch.
Terri at 5ft 7" still turned heads even now, she was a housewife in every sense of the word. Her face was like a magnet to men, it drew them in like moths to a flame, her hair was a part of the attraction she generated in every direction. It was golden brown, a mix of blond and chestnut, and it was glorious, it was also still long like a young woman's would be. Today she had it piled and twisted into a heap on her head, it was held in place by two clips.
She knew how good looking she was, and actually played on it, making herself look tantalising, sometimes her husband would get jealous of the attention she would receive from other men, even one or two of his friends, which really pissed him off. Terri had been targeted, and got, by eager and persistent suitors, over the years.
Terri wasn't promiscuous, she had just had to give in sometimes, she didn't really want to, but emotions had got the better of her, when other men, had set their stall, and sights on her. In fact it had only been three times in twenty years. She had regretted them all, yet secretly, she would not have missed the thrill of them for anything. She had talked herself into believing it kept her marriage strong.
She was a loving mother of two children, Scott the eldest now at college, he was twenty, and there was Glenn, who was the apple of her eye, because he was the youngest at 18. She smiled when she thought of Scott, he had tried to seduce her himself right up to leaving to go to college.
"He is a randy sod, isn't he?" she would tell herself, "I pity the girls in college when he gets there," she had said to her husband when he left to go. She had never told her husband of his attempts on her. Terri had been flattered as well as taken aback, first by his honesty in trying to seduce her, and then telling her he thought she was absolutely gorgeous, which she was true. And that he wanted to get her into bed, to satisfy an urge which he found almost uncontrollable.
She had fended him off, with some difficulty, she had hated to admit to herself, and he had now flown the nest as it were. It was now 11 am, and she was behind her planned schedule about 3 hours and she was getting so angry.
Terri, when she was annoyed would flush, her high cheekbones would go bright pink, her lips, so inviting, would quiver with the anger she was feeling and she was feeling it right now. She also, on most occasions when she got riled by something, could get randy too. So randy in fact, that if her husband wasn't around, she would take herself off up to bed and 'see' to herself.
Today was such a day, she seethed at her useless husband, she decided to ring him. Although there was a rule they had agreed on. When he was away, calls had to be made in the evenings to avoid any embarrassment at work.
She made the call, she even tried to be nice, to not let her exasperation get in the way because of his tardiness. As she was on the phone, Glenn, her youngest came in, he mouthed the word 'hi' to her, kissed her cheek and went into the kitchen. But when her husband told her where he had put it, she couldn't stop calling him an 'utter oaf,' and she ended the call.
Terri was wearing a skirt that came to her knees, it was light grey and pleated. She had a normal shirt type blouse that was buttoned, flat shoes and underwear that was comfy and not for the outside world. She walked into the kitchen, and one look at her face told Glenn she was about to blow her top, he knew his dad was a dolt sometimes, he did things that annoyed her so much occasionally, but he always pleaded innocence.
Glenn and his brother Scott had talked about her many times, they both agreed that their mother was the hottest around, so sexy and lovely. Even their friends thought the same, and a brave few had even mentioned her in terms they shouldn't have. But it all served to increase their own awareness of who and what their mother was, a real gorgeous and foxy mature lady.
They knew that their dad was such a lucky guy to have her to himself, although they wondered how he had hung on to her for so long. But neither would admit to the other outright, that they would have loved to try, 'mother and son,' with her.
Glenn watched her enter, and thought, "Mother you are so gorgeous," he wished he had the courage to try his hand, his luck, to see where it might get him, but he didn't, he knew the answer was a firm no no. She smiled at him, drew a deep breath, and said. "Your father!" she told him, "sometimes I could swing for him, I hate to say it Glenn, but for an intelligent man, he can be unbelievably thick!" and she laughed.
Glenn laughed with her, he did love her, and would do anything for her. "Can you believe," she went on, "I bought some special glass cleaner, and I've been unable to find it, and why?"
"I have no idea mom, please tell," he said, leaning against the sink while she stood in front of him.
He couldn't help but notice how her nipples were sticking right out, even though they were well contained. He groaned inwardly, he was dying just to reach out and twitch each one to see what happened, what she would do. He didn't, he knew what would happen, there would be hospital visits.
"Because Glenn," she said, "the dumbass has put it right into the back of the cupboard that you are now leaning on!" she told him. Glenn moved away without being asked to. "It's okay honey, I can get it, you stay right there." But she turned and walked away, coming right back with the old cushion she kept to one side for kneeling on when she was cleaning or whatever.
She dropped the cushion to the floor, moved it with her foot, opened the door, and got down on her knees. She pulled one door open and looked in, "Can't see it?" she said to herself. She leaned back, bent over and put her head, followed by her shoulders, and pressed further in.
