Beatrice Cummings stood at the full-length mirror in the hall, checking out her shape. Her full breasts and mom bod were pretty hot confined to her sturdy but comfortable sports bra, and the spanks helped too. 

There was a deep, aching quiet, a hollow space between her hips that seemed to echo with every passing, sexless month. She'd almost given in to one generous offer of an affair recently; her husband's friend, drunk of course, asked if he could eat her out. It was gross the way he said it, but still tempting.

Had her son not come home for break, she might have jumped on his face. She still might once he goes back to school. Time to play her soccer mom role once more. Who knew what was about to happen?