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Over the next few weeks he was true to his word. There were no attempts to seduce me, no caresses when there shouldn't have been, no secret kisses, no overt efforts to arouse me. We resumed our life, but it was the life we'd built during the past year. We'd go to the gym, cook and eat together, watch a movie, go listen to music. We were best friends. When I dressed I wore what I thought he'd like; I looked forward to his conversation; I wanted his approval.
As to my husband, I tried turning to him for sex. Usually he'd beg off: "too tired," "not in the mood," "too much to drink." A few times, with all the lights off, I used my hand on him, then, if he didn't fall asleep, he'd finger me, sometimes to a wholly unsatisfactory climax, usually to nothing at all. What Jacob had said in New Orleans was correct; Jacob was the core of my life, my husband was my roommate.
- COMMENTS
kivancsifancsi6 months agoKitűnően megírt gyönyörű történet, nagyon élveztem a szex leírását. Lehet így is szeretni egy MILF anyát.
jesemmo6 months agoGreat story! I loved their relationship and the sex was perfect. But, there needs to be more. There relationship can't end and never exist again. At least one more chapter.
writerjabover 1 year agoGreat opening! A bit surprised though an 18 year old man can be so expert with his technique, but still I liked how the story was written from the mother’s point of view!
Anonymousover 4 years agoHot, hot writing. You’re there f’ing and swearing. Good description of Mardi Gras
