(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This one is a little bit different than my normal fare, as it's not really a cheating themed story. This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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Rachel DeAngelo strummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as traffic was at a standstill. All she wanted was to get home, get out of these heels, and have a glass of wine. But, like all simple things recently, it couldn't be easy.
Nothing seemed to come easy for her these days.
By all accounts, Rachel seemingly had it all, to the point where her peers all wished they could be her. Firstly, she was absolutely stunning. Not only was the 44-year-old incredibly attractive for a woman her age, but she was also incredibly attractive period. The creamy-skinned blonde was one of those women who somehow got hotter as they got older. Not only looks-wise, as she was just insanely sexy, but her body was out of this world. A trim waist, a flat belly. A juicy ass that stood out in whatever she wore, and legs so firm and taut that they were almost enough to steal attention away from her absolutely enormous breasts. Her boobs were huge, firm, smooth, and undeniably perfect. Double-G tits on a body like hers would almost be enough to make all the women around her hate her, but it was her biting wit, sarcasm, and take-no-shit attitude that made her appeal indisputable, earning a grudging respect from those other women, even as men slobbered over her.
In addition to how gorgeous she was, she was successful too. She was one of the preeminent real estate agents in her area. She'd sold homes to the rich and famous, athletes, actors, millionaires and other prominent figures. She was widely regarded as the best around. She was professional, detailed, and magnetic, especially when she really turned on the charm. She made an incredible amount of money, and by all accounts, she was a huge success.
So why did every other aspect of her life feel like a trainwreck?
It started a few years prior with the divorce. She'd been married for half of her life to Jim, her high school sweetheart. They were inseparable in the early stages of their courtship. He was so kind and sweet and caring, and by the time she graduated high school she was imagining spending the rest of her life with him. They got married just after college, and life seemed right on track. Her professional career rose as she entered the real estate business, as did Jim's career in programming, him getting a really good job out of college. Together, they had a son named Jason, and they raised him as best as they could while their careers flourished. He was turning out great: an awesome young man, a stellar student, he was seemingly all they could ask for as a son. All seemed to be going right on track.
Then, a few years ago, Jim changed. He started going down a bunch of weird internet rabbit holes of conspiracies, government corruption, secret cabals, blah blah blah. He said he wasn't taking it too seriously... it was all in good fun! But it became clear his interest in such matters was only getting deeper as time went on, and any humor about such wild subjects was erased and replaced by a dead serious belief in the crazy material he was exploring. This led to screaming matches, and debates about some of the stupidest shit, stuff that Rachel couldn't believe they were even talking about. As time went on, and these kinds of interactions became commonplace; it became clear that he'd become a different person than the man she fell in love with. Rachel had little tolerance for this kind of bullshit from him, especially knowing how kind and easygoing he used to be, so she filed for divorce. Both made good money, but she had better connections, allowing her to get much better lawyers than Jim did. She got the house, sole custody of Jason, and the majority slice of their combined wealth. Jim ranted and raved about the whole thing, blaming everyone but himself for his lot in life. Last Rachel heard, he was living halfway across the country, and he'd been photographed screaming about God-knows-what in front of some government building, so she didn't regret cutting him loose.
But this was merely the first speedbump in what had been an otherwise gilded life. And it was the first indicator that things were about to stop being so easy for her.
Her major source of stress was rooted in being back on the dating scene. Realizing quickly that she'd been married for so long that being with someone was her normal, she started dating again very quickly after her divorce. Working in the circles she did, she'd accrued a fair number of admirers and plenty of connections in many different spheres, so she thought that this part would be easy. She'd never had issues getting dates in her younger days, and even though it had been a few decades since she'd been single, she didn't expect any speedbumps.
In fact, it was nothing but headaches.
Those admirers that she'd met through her work, the ones she'd shared flirty banter with when she was married... getting to actually know them in a more personal manner immediately sent up red flags. She'd had men who viewed her as a trophy to be collected. She'd had men who were more interested in themselves rather than her. She'd had men whose success and wealth hid the fact that they had zero personality, or that they were maniacs obsessed with consuming and collecting more money or more things in an attempt to fill the hole inside them. And some were, quite frankly, just in it to fuck her. And honestly, she almost respected that attitude the most, as it cut out a lot of the bullshit that these other men adorned themselves with. That being said, she just couldn't let herself give in to men like that. She was proud of the professional, mature woman she'd become, and she wasn't about to lower herself just to surrender to some pig-headed scumbag.
Even with all these speedbumps in her dating life, she'd been in a few relationships since her divorce. Nothing too long lasting, unfortunately. Alas, the phrase, 'all the good ones are taken' seemed to hit home. She ended up dating men who were in the same position as her: divorced with kids. Sometimes it was nice to be with someone who could empathize with her plight, but often, the baggage and history became too much of an issue. She ended up dating some men who were older than her, and while those relationships were usually nice... she just couldn't get over dating an 'old guy.' She just kept imagining them keeling over in the bedroom one day... it was an image she couldn't quite shake.
While she was seeking out a new man for that love and companionship that she missed since she stopped being in love with her husband, what became a far more pressing matter was that Rachel really, REALLY needed some hot sweaty sex. It had been years, way before her divorce, that the older blonde got the type of action she needed. And even then, Jim never exactly rocked her world. He was quite good, but in truth it was never enough. As she went on more dates, she slowly became less motivated by companionship and by a far more driving need to get FUCKED! This driving need became far more pressing, eroding at her standards, but none of the men she shared a bed with during that period could come close to slaking her hunger.
So as time went on, the gorgeous, mature, hot-bodied blonde got more and more sexually frustrated. She had some nice, big toys that performed better than a lot of the men she'd been with, but these merely acted as a pressure relief rather than giving her any sense of long-lasting satisfaction. Her sexual frustration began to affect her daily demeanor, making her impatient and easy to anger. She could still turn on the charm for her clients, but when she was back at the office with her coworkers, she wasn't always the most enjoyable person to be around.
She tried to vent her frustrations. She'd begun going to the gym, trying to burn off all that bubbling tension. She was in the best shape of her goddamn life at this point, but any euphoria gained from such success barely put a dent in her stress levels.
Whenever she slowed down, she couldn't escape her own thoughts and desires, the all-consuming need would bubble up from within, making her boil. So, here now, being stuck in traffic, with no distractions... yeah, it only compounded her annoyance and frustration. She tried blasting music. She tried toying with her phone. Her fingers strummed on the steering wheel, trying to distract herself, but her mind was only thinking of one thing. She couldn't help but look back at what had led her to this point. Her divorce, which led to her dating again, which led to her current state of sexual frustration... and that was just one of the biggest points of stress.
The other point of frustration was Jason. But she was not about to get into that right now.
