I was forty-five years old; I had a twenty year old son, a twenty-one year old daughter, and a twenty-two year old marriage. I had a house in the suburbs and a good paying job as a nurse at a nearby hospital. I had friends and family; I even had the proverbial dog. The one thing I didn't have; was sex.
Until a little less than a year ago; that never bothered me. Right now, it was driving every fiber in my body crazy. Why, you would ask? One simple word...menopause.
It started just after my forty-fourth birthday; and honestly when I first realized menopause was hitting; I was relieved. It meant no more periods, no more sanitary napkins; all the tortures that went with being a 'woman.'
What I didn't realize was that as one thing left, another would come in to fill that vacuum. That thing was my sex drive. God, by the time I passed my forty-fifth birthday I was coming unglued.
I had hastily visited a sex shop; yes one far enough from my house I hoped no one would know me. I had bought a vibrator, a dildo, and even a wand. What started as a once a week occurrence, rapidly became a daily ritual where right after work I would abuse my body until I was a sweating mass of flesh on my bed.
MY husband was pleasantly surprised at the sharp increase in out sex life. The only problem was that while he hadn't changed...I had. The very thing that had caused me to fall in love with him was now driving me insane.
Tom was an incurable romantic. He would send flowers, buy frilly night gowns. During sex he would kiss my entire body and make the sweetest love any woman could ever dream of.
The reality was that my 'dreams' were of being ravaged and taken. To be pounded into submission while I screamed for more. That; was just not his forte. God bless the man, he tried; but there wasn't an aggressive bone in the poor mans' body.
On one occasion I gave him a demonstration. He lay beside me on the bed and watched, first fascinated and then almost horrified as I shoved a nine inch dildo into myself like a steam hammer.
When I had finished, he had gently whispered how he could never use me like that, it wasn't in him. I loved him terribly, and told him it was all right.
"Faye" he had told me. "Maybe...you need...someone else" he had suggested.
I came unhinged that he would suggest I sleep with another man. To violate my vows, for mere physical pleasure, was beyond my thought. I was shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
Afterwards, I had dismissed the entire event as another failed attempt. I continued to climb in my drive, and my fevered dreams stayed hidden, even from Tom.
Apparently the episode had left more of an impression on my loving husband, than I had thought.
Two Weeks before my Birthday- Opening Salvo
I was standing with my back to the kitchen, rinsing my coffee cup at the sink when the whirlwind blew through.
"I'm late" I heard Dewey behind me
I watched amused as Dewey rushed about the room, grabbing a package of pop tarts, then a can of soda from the refrigerator.
My head snapped up as this huge form pressed into me from behind. I felt his hot breath on my neck as I felt...oh my God. Long and hard his cock jammed between the cheeks of my ass, I swore I felt it throb.
"Love you" he whispered behind me. Jesus, did he just grind into my ass?
I could only stand there stunned as the delightful sensations suddenly vanished. I felt this swelling ache between my thighs, and was shocked to realize I could feel moisture seep down my thighs.
"I need to run" my husband said softly. "Are you OK" he asked.
"I need...a shower" I gasped. I felt this ball of heat deep in my belly.
My husband had to have witnessed it, but he didn't say a word as he left the house. I still had an hour yet, and horridly ascended the stairs to the bedroom.
Alone in the house, I ignored the shower and rummaged in my night stand, pulling out the long thick dildo my husband had seen prior. It took less than five minutes to be nude from the waist down, stretched out on my bed, and nine inches of plastic cock rammed up into me; before my mind melted in a huge orgasm.
I was shocked and ashamed at the same time. The image of that solid tube of cock, and the sensation of two hundred pounds of muscle pinning me to the sink; I hadn't exploded like that in ages.
I actually went to work feeling the first measure of physical satisfaction in almost a year of tortured menopause. By the time I returned home early in the afternoon, the hunger and ache had returned.
I had kicked off my shoes and hung up my light jacket; and was heading down the hallway to the bedroom. Time for my friend again, I sighed.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and I froze to the spot. I stared as six feet of lean, toned man walked out wrapped in a towel. I stared at those chiseled muscles as a sudden flush erupted. What the hell was he doing home?
I watched stunned as he saw me standing there, then calmly walked towards me. I couldn't help it as my eyes dropped down to the biggest damned bulge I had ever seen.
"Oh God" I whispered; I wasn't even able to tear my eyes away in my fevered state.
"Dew...Dewey" I tried to say; as once again six feet of muscle pressed into me. This time my back was to the wall, and where he pressed was even more sensitive than my ass had been this morning.
"Like what you see" his hot voice filled my ear. I felt that tube press against my belly, God he was rock hard. "Keep staring like that and I'll have to take my towel off" he chuckled.
God, how could he be so confident, the little shit. The hell of it was I couldn't deny I had been staring; any more than I could deny the soaking flood that was filling my panties as he swiveled his hips, grinding that monster into my belly.
Desperately I slipped past him and made fast tracks to the bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I felt the relative safety of my room. I hadn't even chastised him for his behavior, I couldn't even form words.
In the few feet it took me to get from the door to my bed, I had shed my nurse's uniform. Sliding onto the bed I unsnapped my bra and all but threw it to the floor. My entire body was on fire from my own son, I wanted to cry; but I needed relief even more.
Rummaging in my bedside stand I pulled my vibrator out, then quickly cast it back in, instead pulling out what I had lovingly labeled 'Big Boy'; my eight inch, thick dildo.
Lying back on my bed, I pulled my soaked panties free, picking up that thick rubber cock, I didn't even give myself foreplay; I just rammed the damn thing home.
"Fuck" I grunted as cool plastic stretched my walls. God I wanted to feel this full from a warm throbbing cock.
Usually I would spend a half hour or more fucking myself after work. Today, I could feel my body climbing like a rocket. I closed my eyes as I gripped my toy, pumping in and out; trying to conjure an image of Tom, ramming his cock into my wonton pussy.
I was almost there when the unthinkable happened. My images of Tom began to waver, replaced by another image; of a thick hard cock encased in a towel. I remembered it pressing into my belly, throbbing with need.
"Oh Jesus" I moaned, unable to cast out the image. The towel slowly faded in my mind, replaced by a thick...hard cock; the cock of my son.
"Dewey" I gasped as my gut wrenched.
Whether I had been louder than I thought, or if it had been his choice; I never knew. At that moment, holding my dildo in both hands; jamming it into me as hard and fast as I could; I turned my head to watch my bedroom door slowly ease open.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop; but I couldn't as the image of Dewey standing in my doorway appeared. I thought at first I was hallucinating, when I realized he was standing there nude.
God; that cock, he was fucking huge. He had to be at least nine inches of solid meat. And I mean solid, he wasn't standing out proud. He stood there so hard his cock was pointing straight up.
"Take a good look mom" Dewey told me.
Good look, my eyes were riveted to him. Only one thought lived in my fevered brain. What it would feel like to have that monster shoved up me right now. That was it, I lost it right there.
