Afternoon with my Son

Hello. Oh my god, I don’t know where to start; after all this is kind of embarrassing but at the same time I feel that I have to tell someone and it was suggested that I tell my story here since there are others like me who would understand and frankly it excites me to share my story with you.

Let’s us get the basics out of the way first. My name is Debbie and I am 34 years old. My husband died in a car accident two years ago with a drunk driver leaving me alone with our (at the time) thirteen year old son. Actually I should not say alone because my mother and Dan’s (my husband) mother have been there to help. In fact Betty, my mother in law, has become my best friend. She has been the driving force to get me out and meeting people, but because of my son and work it has not been working out to well. In fact, Betty shocked me during my last birthday by giving me both a vibrator and a dildo, both of which I have put to very good use since she gave them to me.

Anyway, like I’ve said I am 34 years old, but some people say I look younger. The reason for this is because I am only five foot two inches tall and only weight about 105 pounds. I have blond hair (but a dark, well trimmed bush) and blue eyes. I have somewhat small breasts (34B) and, in my opinion, a great ass and pair of legs, from all the running I do; about 3 to 5 miles per day.

On the afternoon that this experience took place; it happened to be nice spring day and I decided to take off early from work. I left the office at noon, but before leaving I changed my clothes; from my work cloths to a pair of tight cotton running shorts, pink in color, a thin strap white tank top and some jogging shoes. Normally I wear a bra at the office but since I was leaving, I removed it when I changed. Then hopped into to car and headed off to do some shopping. After my shopping was completed, I headed home. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed that Betty’s car was there. I was pleased to see that since Roger, my son, was scheduled to get out early from school that day and he would not be home by himself; not that I was worried about that.

Anyway I pulled the car into the driveway, got out of the car and opened the back hatch of my car and grabbed a couple of bags, thinking I would have Roger get the rest. Clutching my shopping bags, purse and keys I fumbled at the front door before getting it open. After dropping my purse and keys on the small table in the entry way I headed for the kitchen humming to myself.