Susan Meadows Addiction

As the warm rays of the sun crept through the only half shut blinds, shining very pleasantly at the naked body of Susan Meadows, a single mother in her 30thes, she was slowly but surely becoming more and more awake because of it, though she’d already been awakened by the sound of the alarm clock, which, for some reason, always seemed to manage to wake her up – no matter how deep asleep she was. She was thankful for it, though she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, maybe ask her son, Tommy, to join her… but she knew she couldn’t stay home from work, not even arrive late. Not again. Not four times in one week! Her boss would go crazy! She really needed that job, and so, she finally decided to get up.

Climbing out of the king-sized bed, she decided to put on a robe, as leaving the warm and comfy bed, made her feel a bit chilly – despite the wet hotness coming from between her legs, as she was thinking of what was about to come. She wanted a special something from her son, she wanted it in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it all down. And he was the only one that could give it to her. No other man, or boy, would be the same.

But before she left her room, she took a moment to decide what clothes she was going to wear for the day. Being an assistant for one of the top lawyers of a quite a big lawyer company, didn’t leave her much choice than to look respectable if she really wanted to keep her job. “Respectable” meaning one of the shortest skirts she ever could wear without being mistaken for a hooker. She didn’t mind wearing these kind of outfits though, especially since her body was nothing to be ashamed of. Running a couple of miles a week had really given result.

Then, without further ado, she got out of her room and stepped down the hallway, the door to her sons room at the very end.

She stopped when she’d reached the door, admiring some of the new drawings he’d made recently. ‘For such an young boy’, she thought, ‘he sure got some good drawing skills…’ She grinned when she thought about some of his…