Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story, well its a few years old, but is new here. Unlike a lot of my longer slow burn pieces that delve into the conflict of a taboo relationship, this one is shorter, more to the point, and some simple taboo fun. So...let's get onto it. Lovecraft68
Chapter One
"Yeah, baby, oh, just like that," Sarah moaned, "Fuck me with that big hard cock!"
She spread her legs wide and thrust the dildo harder into her aching cunt.
"Harder!" Her eyes closed, she pretended it wasn't a rubber toy between her legs, but the real thing, "I need it so bad!"
Obviously, or she wouldn't be on her bed plunging a fake cock into her neglected pussy and rubbing her clit. Masturbating like a young girl rather than a forty four year old married woman.
Sarah replaced her fingers with her silver vibrating egg, pressing it hard to her needy clit and closing her legs, with the dildo buried deep inside her. Crossing her ankles, she arched her back off the bed, pinching her left nipple with her now free hand.
"Oh," she whimpered, teetering on the edge.
She imagined her phantom lover, she couldn't even pretend it was Larry anymore, grabbing her hips and telling her to get on her knees like the slut she was. Sarah obeyed her fantasy lover, rolling onto her knees.
Pushing her ass in the air, she slid her arms beneath her and grabbing the end of the dildo, pumped it in and out. Sarah's thighs were trembling and she bucked her hips into her rubber lover while grinding the bullet onto her clit.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, fuck fuck, fuck!" She turned her head into the pillow and squealed in pleasure.
Sarah bucked her hips, her cries muffled by the pillow in case Tim left his room to go downstairs. She couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to be caught masturbating by her twenty year old son. Not that she wasn't embarrassed just by the fact she had to resort to this, but at least this was a private humiliation.
She moaned softly when the final waves of her orgasm flowed through her. Sliding her legs down the bed, she lay on her stomach, breathing hard, the dildo buried in her still twitching pussy.
Sarah's hips jerked as the bullet continued to vibrate on her now over stimulated clit and finding the remote next to her, switched it off as she rolled over onto her back, her breasts heaving with her still rapid breathing.
Sitting up, she opened the draw to the nightstand and put the toys away. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and took in her reflection in the mirror over her bureau. For the thousandth time, she wondered how Larry could continue to leave her alone so easily.
She kept her deep auburn hair long, the way her husband liked it, even though most women her age had begun wearing theirs much shorter. Her face was smooth and wrinkle free and her complexion, like most natural redheads, fair. Sarah's bright blue eyes were set over a small patch of freckles around her nose, giving her a cute girl next door appearance.
From the neck down, the 'cute girl' comparison ended. Not chubby by any stretch, Sarah did possess a full set of curves she liked to think were all in the right places. Her full breasts were smooth and creamy, with a smattering of freckles between and above them and her pink nipples were so light, they were only visible due to how fair her breasts were.
Her stomach wasn't hard and flat, but neither did she have a 'belly'. Her skin was soft and smooth and her hips flared out, giving her a nice womanly shape. Her thighs, like her stomach, were soft and inviting. She'd heard women similar to her be described as 'thick', she herself preferred the word lush.
Sarah had gotten that term from reading erotic stories at night to provide some inspiration for her fantasy encounters. Between erotica, watching porn and her vivid imagination, she had no shortage of material to get off to, but by god, the real thing would be nice once in a while.
She supposed she had herself to blame in a sense. Larry was twelve years older than her and back when he was thirty two to her twenty that wasn't big deal, but now he was in his mid-fifties and whereas she was in her sexual prime, he had little to no interest.
Larry also traveled frequently, some months spending more time on the road than he did home. They had argued about that constantly the last couple of years. There was no need for him to be away that much, but he insisted he needed to do it at least until Tim was out of college which was two more years.
Sarah could handle the lack of sex when he was on the road, she could tell herself it was his job and suck it up. But when he was home? That was another matter because he always complained he was tried and had flat out admitted his drive was low and he just didn't think sex was a big deal anymore.
That selfish attitude inspired more arguments with him getting more and more defensive. When Sarah had suggested Viagra or other pills to help him get going, he'd gotten even more defensive.
The last time she'd asked him what he thought she was supposed to do, he had shrugged and said there was always batteries. What made it more infuriating was she did love him and she knew he loved her and aside from sex, Larry was a good man.
He was honest, thoughtful-providing it didn't involve bedroom activities- caring, a good provider and a very good father and up until a couple of years ago a good lover, making the drought of the last couple of years more frustrating because it's not like the sex was so bad she didn't miss it.
Now 'sex' was maybe once a damn month and it barely lasted more than a few minutes and he refused to let her persuade him to go another round. Laying naked on the bed, the rush of her orgasm fading, she once again let the situation get to her.
What was she supposed to do? She certainly didn't want to leave him, his good qualities far outweighed what didn't happen any more in bed. Cheating was also out of the question. She had no doubt he was faithful to her and wouldn't do that to him.
But...Sarah would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't thought of it. In fact as just now proved her fantasies were no longer about Larry, but also not about a particular person. Right now all Sarah wanted was cock.
Oh, how she loved a man's cock. Not that most women didn't enjoy it, but Sarah practically worshipped Larry's when they used to have sex all the time. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her hand, getting harder and harder and throbbing in her palm.
She loved to give hand jobs, squeezing it so tight she could feel cum racing through it, before erupting all over her hand. And head? Sarah enjoyed sucking cock to the point she would be so worked up it would only take her seconds to cum after giving a blow job.
But sex itself was what she craved most right now. Getting fucked in every position because they all felt amazing in their own way. Sarah had been so wound up lately she wondered if the chance came up if she would succumb to her desire.
Fortunately for her, she'd never put herself in a position to find out. Sarah picked up the bottle of wine from her night stand and poured her third glass of the evening. That had been a sad pathetic pattern, the last few times Larry went away for more than a couple days.
She'd shower, put on some sexy lingerie as if she had someone to show off for, then drink enough wine to get a buzz. The alcohol fueled her already out of need for satisfaction and she would then undress herself, sometimes going so far as to imagine a strong pair of hands doing it.
Once she was naked the toys would come out and the sad game of sexual make believe would start. When she was finished with round one, she'd drink a little more, then masturbate again, but the second time much slower and more sensually, like a slow love making experience after a good hard fuck. If she had to choose right now, Sarah would take the hard fuck for sure.
Sarah chugged the wine down way to fast, and released a contented sigh as it left a warm happy trial down her throat and into her stomach. She put the glass down and poured herself another glass, drinking half of it before she put the glass on the stand.
She lay back and idly ran her fingertips along her hard nipples. She ran her hands down her soft stomach and then down her inner thighs, again picturing her soft hands and slender fingers being the hard, firm hands of a man.
A man, not Larry, a man, any man. Any man who would appreciate her body and all she had to offer and show that appreciation by giving her what she needed. Closing her eyes, Sarah, ran her fingers through her wet slit, slipping two inside.
Her other hand came into play, rubbing her clit, but slowly and softly. "Yes, baby," She moaned for mister invisible, "Nice and easy, be good to me, oh, yes."
She took her time, edging herself, the way a familiar teasing lover would. Then again, she was her own familiar lover and had been for far too long. She came, and unlike her prior orgasm, this one was a slow luxurious climax that flowed through her and left her limp on the bed, unable to do anything, but lay there in a puddle, her heart racing.
She forced herself to lift her leg and pull the sheet up far enough for her to reach it and pull it up to her chest. It was an equal effort to reach over and shut her lamp off. Her nightly ritual of semi drunken masturbation finished, Sarah began to drift into sleep.
Her last thought, as it was many nights, was that there was nothing more pathetic than an adult that had no other choice, but to masturbate. People should never have to get themselves off, ever.
Chapter Two
Sarah opened her eyes and then rolled them when she saw it was only midnight. She'd have figured between the wine and solo sex, she'd have slept right through the night. After a moment she realized she'd awoken because she had to go to the bathroom.
"People in porn never have to pee," she mumbled as she forced herself out of bed and slipped on her black robe. "Then again, people in porn have sex with other people." She added bitterly.
She left her room, quietly padding down the hallway and past Tim's room. Is door was open slightly and there was a faint light coming from behind it, maybe he was watching TV or on his computer.
Sarah used the bathroom and on her way back down the hall, paused and cocked her head. She swore she heard the sound of moaning. She crept closer to Tim's room and now could clearly make out the sound of a woman getting it and pretty good from the sounds of it.
Tim had broken up with his high school sweet heart Lisa a few months ago and hadn't been seeing anyone that she knew of. From the sounds of it he was doing more than seeing someone at the moment.
Just great, she was playing with herself and her son was getting laid. Sarah and Larry had no issue with Tim bringing a girl home, they preferred that to him slinking around in a parking lot or getting the snot beat out of him by some crazy father. But they wanted to know ahead of time and told him to be quiet and respectful.
Tim hadn't said a word to her and the door being open was far from respectful. Instead of moving quickly past the door and saying something to him in the morning, Sarah found herself slinking closer to the door and to her dismay the noises of the lucky young lady getting it put to her had her nipples stiffening.
Christ, she was sinking to an all-time low here, eves dropping on her son having sex. Sarah jumped when she heard a deep voice call out, "You like it, don't you, you pig!" That didn't sound like Tim and if it was, Sarah owed him a slap in the mouth for speaking to a girl like that.
Her eyes widened when she heard a different voice and she then rolled her eyes when it dawned on her there was no one in the room, Tim was watching porn. She began to pass the room, when for some odd reason she decided to peek in.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Tim's lap top screen displaying a stunning brunette on her knees getting it good and hard from behind. She noticed the woman was no young girl, but the guy behind was pretty young.
