----------------------------------------------------------------
Authors note:
To those who have followed my work previously on this site, welcome back. Suffice to say that health problems necessitated my prolonged absence from writing, but that's in the past and I'm back once more. Thanks for your concern, feedback and comments.
To those reading my stories for the first time, welcome. I certainly hope you enjoy the following tale and your comments are always welcome. Now, on with the show.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
"They'll be ice skating in Hell before I'd agree to something as ridiculous as that, you cheating son of a bitch!" Angela McMasters screamed into her cellphone. With that outburst, the screen then read 'Caller disconnected'. With a shriek of rage and frustration, she flung the offending instrument at the bedroom wall where it shattered into fragments of plastic and printed circuits. She threw herself back on the bed crying in deep, racking sobs as her once idyllic world crumbled around her.
What had happened to the sweet, loving, thoughtful man she'd married all those years ago? Erin and she had met at a sorority mixer during their Junior year. He was pre-Med, she was studying accounting and finance. The attraction was immediate and they soon became lovers; enjoying each other at every opportunity and the sex was fantastic.
When they graduated they moved into a small downtown apartment near her new employment. Their love grew ever stronger and they were soon married. Erin had gone on to medical school while she secured a position as an investment analyst for a large mutual fund corporation. As the years went by, he became a successful orthopedic surgeon, she a senior partner in the firm.
She bore him two beautiful and loving children; first Megan, now a vivacious 22-year-old in her Sophomore year at State U, then Jeremy, now 18 and graduating high school this summer. He intended to enroll at State U in the Fall with a full Tennis scholarship. Erin was a responsible, but gruff and distant, father. He was devoted to his profession and was often gone for weeks at a time as a resident physician at Mother of Mercy hospital.
Angela was a devoted mother, working from home whenever possible, being there for her children whenever they needed her. Megan and Jeremy adored her and she them. Sometimes it seemed as if it was the three of them against the world.
She and Erin always had a healthy sex life from the beginning of their relationship; experimenting with various sex positions, toys and enhancements to make things more exciting. They both exercised when they could, ate healthy foods and maintained their weights in a sensible manner. Except for her post-pregnancies bustline and more prominent hips and buttocks, Angela could still have almost worn her cheerleading uniform and prom gown from high school of which she was quite proud.
Then she happened.
Eight months ago, Erin became more distant towards her. Meaningful conversations, teasing and having fun, interacting with Megan and Jeremy and, most importantly, being intimate became noticeably less frequent. He was spending increasing amounts of time at the hospital that he attributed to experimental surgery, an increasing workload and more government mandated paperwork. At first, Angela accepted it and felt sorry for him, then, as time went on, she became more irritated and finally became suspicious.
Talking with her girlfriends about matters at home, they consoled her as best they could and one of them suggested she hire a private detective to keep an eye on her husband. Reluctantly, she did so and after several weeks the woman returned with the sad news that Erin was indeed having an affair. Angela's heart sank as she read the detectives notes and leafed through the still photographs of her husband and his paramour out on the town and entering and leaving various hotels and motels in the area.
Laura, the detective, was sure the woman worked in the hospital as well but didn't know who she was. She figured they were even having encounters in the hospital, but the risk of her being discovered in that guarded environment while investigating was too great. Angela was curious as to who it could be, but Laura respected the woman's privacy and had carefully obscured her face in all the photos. The mystery woman was tall, slender, with a prominent bust line, long, shapely legs and chestnut hair that hung down past her shoulder blades.
Angela hired a divorce lawyer, then confronted her husband with the evidence of his transgressions. Realizing outright denial was useless, he confessed all, agreed to move out, collected his belongings and went to live with his girlfriend. The divorce procedures were going smoothly until one day he suddenly became obstinate and make outrageous demands before he would sign the divorce agreement. The latest of which he had nastily conveyed to her over the phone, sending her into a fit of rage that cascaded into a crying jag.
Five years ago, Angela was shocked and saddened by the death of her beloved Aunt Polly from liver Cancer; a cheerful woman who had outlived three husbands, birthed seven children and had been quite successful in fashion design, clothing manufacturing and product marketing. When Angela was a pre-teen and continuing when she became a college freshman, Aunt Polly would send Angela and her mother numerous examples of the latest fashions from her clothing lines. Angela was always the envy of her classmates when she wore her new clothing to school.
Several months after the funeral, Angela was contacted by her aunt's attorney and summoned for the reading of the will. She nearly fell off her chair when she learned her aunt had left her over ten million dollars in stocks, bonds, precious metals, jewelry and cash. Polly's offspring were furious, but the will was valid and as they soon discovered, unbreakable.
Now Erin was demanding half of Angela's inheritance in exchange for signing the divorce papers and there was no fucking way she was ever going to do that. Exhausted from rage and crying, she relaxed in a hot bath, put on a sheer black peignoir, went downstairs, mixed and drank five Vodka Gimlets in succession, cursing him as she drank, then fell asleep on the couch in the family room watching a comedy movie on their big screen TV.
***
When Jeremy McMasters pulled his racing green Mazda Miata into the garage and parked beside his mother's BMW X5, he wondered why she was home from the office so early. Was there something wrong? What had that no-good bastard of a father of his done now? He and Jeremy had never been close and when he had cheated on his mother, what little affection and respect his son had for him was gone like dust on the wind.
"Mom, I'm home!" he called out upon entering the house from the garage, but there was no answer. Thinking she might be upstairs, he ascended the staircase and went to the various rooms looking for her. Her bed was unmade, but she wasn't anywhere in sight. He shrugged, thinking she was out on the terrace or in the pool and went to take a shower. Tossing his sweat sodden tennis clothes, underwear and socks into the laundry chute, he was soon luxuriating in the warm water spraying from multiple nozzles in his bathrooms shower stall.
Finishing his bath, he toweled himself dry, put on a pair of tennis shorts and went downstairs to make a sandwich. He'd had a good workout at after school tennis practice and the team's coach had complimented him on his smooth serve. Entering the kitchen, he saw the family room TV was on and wondered if his mother was watching it and why she hadn't answered him when he came in the house. Curious, he went to see if she was there and stopped dead when he saw her sleeping on the couch.
Gazing upon her barely concealed beauty, his cock filled with blood and a huge boner strained against his tight-fitting shorts. God, she was beautiful. Her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair framed her fashion model face with it's high cheekbones, pert nose, sculpted chin and strong jawline; her Emerald green eyes were hidden beneath her closed eyelids that were fringed with luxuriant eyelashes that matched her hair color.
Drawn as a moth is to a flame, Jeremy moved closer, finally kneeling before the sleeping woman, his stiff cock painful in his shorts. His hungry eyes traveled down his mother's ripe body that showed no signs of bearing two children save for a gently rounded stomach and full breasts topped with gumdrop shaped pink nipples and wide, crinkled light brown areolas. Her slim waist flowed easily into her wide hips, plump buttocks, sleek thighs and calves, culminating in dainty, red toenailed feet.
Angela was having an erotic dream, moaning and shifting in her sleep, her filmy garment riding up offering a wide-eyed Jeremy a tantalizing view of her pubic hair shaved into a landing strip and her moistening pussy below; the plump labial lips engorged deep red with blood and delicate pink inner lips topped with a crimson, button-like clitoris ripe for sucking. Jeremy couldn't breathe. It was a dream come true; one he'd had many, many times. A voice within was shouting "Dude! It's your Mom! This isn't right! Get out of here, now!" yet as he moved closer, the voice faded away. His heart was thudding in his chest as his arousal intensified. Glittering drops of precum glistened on her juicy pussy lips and he was mesmerized by her fresh, womanly smells and the pungent aroma of her arousal.
The thought 'Oh God, just one taste of that beautiful pussy' compelled him to pull his shorts off, his stiff cock springing free. He climbed carefully onto the opposite end of the couch, stealthily lowering himself until he was lying between his mother's spread legs, his face mere inches from her glistening cunt.
Shivering with fear and desire, he extended his tongue and licked up and down one labial lip, then the other, then between them into the glistening pink crevice, worming inwards, tasting her delicious love honey, his heart hammering so loudly in his chest he was afraid she would hear it and awaken.
