My name is Claire. I am 43 years old now with a son and a daughter. My children have really grown. My son, Jayme, the younger one is 17 already and Lisa is 2 years older than him. There father is good husband and father. He loves our children so much and he loves me too. His only problem is we have limited time with him as he works for long but still he comes back home everyday. Most women with husbands who work for so long always complain about their men no paying attention to their sexual need but I’m different. My husband, regardless his tight agenda, has always spared time to work from home, right in bed with his wife. Here is my dissatisfaction, night time is the only time we have sex and sometimes I needed it in the afternoon, in the morning and any other time with in the day. I couldn’t get this because of my husband’s schedule.
Jayme, on the other hand was well grown and a man now. He really looked beautiful with a little muscles that made him look distict from other slim boys. He was in highschool which his sister had left the year before. It makes me happy to see him go to school every morning as he gives me a sonly kiss on the cheek whenever he’s about to walk out to school. Lisa did the same when she was still in highschool. Now she works at a supermarket as she waits to enroll in a college of her choice.
A brief description of myself……Like I said, I’m 43. Standing as a 5’8 with regular size you can’t call fat or slim. My ass has got lost a little bit of it’s roundness and so have my boobs but they are better than a 43 year old mother of two can have and for the boobs, they are still perky and an amazing piece of flesh.
To tell you the truth, always saw Jayme just as my son for 15 years but the 16th changed my eyes. After he turned 16, he felt he had reached the age. He was so adventurous on so many things especially those he wasn’t exposed to because of his being a minor. He started going after girls, trying driving and with his friends, he drunk up. As a mother, I was so happy and worried just as much. Happy that my son was now a man and worried that he was going too fast at so much stuff. Funny enough, I started wondering what he had down in his pants and, now this is silly I was curious to see it. Was it grown like my whole son was? Or was it still the little thing I last saw about 11 years back? Maybe only Jayme and God only know.
One day, Jayme was coming from the court after his basketball ball game, in his blue jersey. He was excited and in a mood warmer than I had ever seen him having won the difficult game. He came jumping around and hugged me while saying “Mom, we won. Who ever thought?” I didn’t like the way he smelled but the news held me longer in the hug as I congratulated him with more excitement than him…I love my son and daughter so much. “Congrats, son. I’m proud of you”, I noted. “That’s what I want, mom. I dedicate this victory to you”. Breaking the hug, I said, “But you don’t smell that fresh, you should clean up now, Jayme” to which he responded positively. So he went to the bathroom to have a shower and I proceeded to the kitchen to make the family dinner.