If Your Father Finds Out, He'll Kill Us!
I wanted my son. Badly. I needed him so much my lady parts ached. I was getting to that age where I would no longer be able to have a baby. But I wanted one last one.
My husband, Don, was always on the road. He was never home when I really needed him.
And I needed him now.
Upon learning of my son’s predicament with his wife, however, I alone had the answer.
I would carry their baby for them.
I'll admit it. I'm a sex-starved housewife. A mother of three grown adults and one no-so-grown husband (I keed). Don - the husband in question - travels a lot. And I mean a LOT. Business trips up the ass. No, honey, I don't want to spend another week in some shitty hotel in the middle of nowhere.
Been there, done that.
So, I sit at home all day all alone. Just me and my thoughts.
Oh sure, I volunteer at the local food pantry, do odd jobs, take brisk walks around town. But none of that scratches my...itch - if you know what I mean.
And I've found that as I've crossed that magical "40" threshold, I've grown a HELL of a lot more sexual. I mean every other thought is about banging someone (that's usually not my husband, sad to say).
So, when my 20-year-old hot, hunky (God what kind of MOTHER had I become?) son called and said he wanted to come over and visit, I was over the moon. It had been awhile since I'd seen the handsome hunk and I was looking forward to it. Said he wanted to take me out to a nice restaurant for a treat.
He gave me an hour to put on my best dress and get all dolled up. This was wholly unexpected. Danny had never done anything like this before. He'd always been a nice boy, but never this nice.
Over the course of the next couple hours, Danny wined and dined me, taking me out to THE fanciest restaurant in town. Plus dancing and a movie afterwords. Several people commented that we made a cute couple.
If they only knew.
I found out that he just got a promotion and a BIG pay raise and wanted to celebrate it with me. When he said that, my panties literally flooded with my motherly juices.
He was looking exceptionally HOT tonight and by the time he dropped me off at my door I was more than a bit tipsy and if he hadn't been my son I would've tore into his pants right then and there on the porch.
"Okay, see you later, ma!" He called out and started to leave.
"No. Come in. Stay for a bit. I'll brew us some coffee." I was so nervous my knees were literally shaking. "Please?" Was I really begging my son? What kind of sex-crazed monstress had I become?
He thought about it for a moment, checked his watch, then nodded. "Christine isn't expecting me back for another hour or so. Sure, why not?"