Lonely Mom

What I have done with my story writing is realize that a sexual fantasy is a process that takes place in your mind. A fantasy is fiction, yet within our society there are rules that can make an act of fiction seem criminal. While normally it is only within dictatorships and religion that we create thought crimes, those crimes can still exist even within fantasy. For that reason I omit ages at times and allow the reader to develop what they will, with their own mind.



This story is really all my fault, I know it and I just don’t care. You can say its good or bad, I am past the point of apologizing to myself over what I’ve done.
My name is Janet and I was in the past a good mom, I lost my husband to cancer and just never got out. It’s not that I didn’t want the company of a man, too shy, too whatever. I had my fantasy lovers for sure, but masturbating in the shower while spreading your legs to expose yourself to some fantasy lover doesn’t make you a bad person. Neither does masturbating in every room of the house, I think, having sex with your adult son? I know that is crossing the line. Well ok, I guess I became a bad mom. I know that I have been described as “clingy” I probably came across as too desperate for the few men that I did meet. It’s part of who and what I am, I am miserable at being single and horrible at fixing it.

This changed with a conversation I had with my son. He had married young, neither of them wanted kids, she was a real scheming partier. That’s where my conversation came in. My son called, that meant something was wrong right off the bat, he was hesitant to talk about it, I got it from him, hey why else would he have called, right? His wife Cathy had a new scheme. She wanted to get the house in her name, have him get a loan that they could spend and then blow off the loan. If the house is in her name they couldn’t foreclose . He admitted that things had been bad before she came up with the idea. I threw another idea at him, house in her name, she puts his loan against the house and throws him out. Legally the money would be considered a gift and he’d be screwed for life.

Solution, no kids, let her put the home in her name. Then when she’s at work, move out and in with me, rent free of course till you’re ready for another home. It’s still all legal and any divorce would end up with him in the clear. Financial
ruin no matter what if he stays with her. It didn’t take much to convince him, I was honest, I told him I was miserable alone and would love having a man around.

The day came and Terry (my son) moved in. The phone calls were hilarious, I saved some of the messages. His ex was berating him and saying she was glad he was gone, threw him out, having sex with all sorts of guys, that sort of stuff. The only crimp I had was I couldn’t masturbate in the living room any more, the thought of him catching me. Well ok it turned me on a little, but only because I hadn’t had a man in years. I guess I started it the first night. Terry was in bed, I had come in to wish him good night. I admitted that I hated being alone and just having another person around was so nice. Then I had him move over so I could lay down and talk, that is all I did the first night.

The next day I didn’t think a thing about it till I was in the shower. Then the thoughts of, did I lock the door. What if he walked in, what if I got out to lock the door and that’s when he came in. By the end I had my legs open facing the door with my fingers up inside me while groping my breast with my other hand.