Gary Johns - A Mother’s Mistakes

It was six fifteen and Allison Hudson was late again. The Fridayafternoon traffic had been a bear and there was an accident on thefreeway that tied up all three lanes for over a half-hour. It seemedthat the traffic was getting worse by the day. Just a few years ago,suburbia was open land, rolling hills and lush greenery now theredidnt seem to be a square acre on which to put another house or stripmall. Allison was glad that she lived further out where neighbors werenot at the end of the driveway, however the daily commute was gettingharder to take, if not already unbearable.

Allison thumped the steering wheel with her fingers impatiently andlooked at the other commuters who were just as anxious to get home asshe was. Well, maybe not quite that anxious. Bradley, her husband wasout of town and her 18-year-old son, Christopher, was staying with afriend tonight. It wasnt often that she got the house to herself. Well,not exactly to herself Jason was due over at 7:30. The thought ofJason created a stirring between her legs. Yet, there was also fear. Itwould be the first time since they had started the affair over a yearago that he was coming to her house. They would be fucking in her bedthe bed she had shared with her husband for almost nineteen years. Itwas dangerous and crazy but excitement had overcome her fears.

At thirty-eight years old, Allison thought that her sex drive wasgreater now than it had ever been. She had read somewhere that women donot hit their sexual peak until their mid-thirties. That had certainlybeen true in her case; it seemed that all she thought of these days wassex. In fact, sometimes she thought that she was a nymphomaniac,although she had heard that nymphomaniacs didnt receive fulfillment.That certainly wasnt true in her case sometimes she climaxed so manytimes that she thought she would lose consciousness. Still, maybe it wasJason and his kinky ways that made the sex so incredible. He was unlikeanyone she had ever met. He was handsome, strong, and very dominant. Hemade her do things and feel things things that a marriedthirty-something businesswoman with a PHD in biotechnology shouldnt bedoing or feeling. It was so wrong, but felt so good. She couldnt denyhim.

Incredibly she still loved her husband, Bradley. He had always been goodto her maybe that was the problem he was too good to her. Or maybethe problem was that he was eighteen years her senior and had developedhealth problems two years ago a triple bypass. Their sexualrelationship had never been spectacular, but it dropped to nothing,nada, zilch, after the surgery. The doctor said the blood pressuremedicine and blood thinners could have a negative effect on his libido.However they hadnt said it would kill it all together.

Allison and Bradley had met in college. He was a professor at the timeand she an advanced graduate student. She had graduated from high schoolat sixteen and was recruited by almost every major university with abiotech program. Everyone said it was her destiny to do great things.Unfortunately, most of her young life had been filled with books andstudying no time for boyfriends and sex. In fact, she had been avirgin until Bradley.

From Allisons appearance, no one would know of the simmering desiresbelow the surface. For most of her life, she had done what she could tohide her good looks and shapely figure. At work she wore unattractivehorn-rimed glasses and rather dowdy clothes, covered by thealways-present white lab coat. She was tall at five foot eight,preferring to wear low heels most of the time since Bradley was onlyfive nine. She weighed 135 lbs, with mid-length dirty blonde hair thatshe kept in a bun most of the time. She had a trim waist with a matureflare to her hips, created by the birth of her only son, Christopher,and she still had a very shapely backside as a result of hours on theStairmaster. Her eyes were gray/green with a sparkle that belied herprudish exterior. She felt that her nose was a little to sharp, but itfit her somewhat sharp and model-like features well. Her cheeks werenaturally rosy and her pouting lips always seemed to show a hint of asmile. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruits, still firm forher age, with large dark brown nipples that grew to almost a half inchwhen she was excited. On the rare occasion when she allowed herself theremove her lab jacket at work, she got plenty of unwanted stares. Thatwas distressing to her because she worked hard to keep the appearance ofthe perfect professional woman. She was a strong and firm manager.Although some of her jealous male subordinates would say that she was "aball buster." Some even called her a "dyke" behind her back. She hadheard the whispers. But she didnt really care.

Now in her late thirties however the glasses were gone, thanks to Lasiksurgery, and she had upgraded her wardrobe to a more modern and somewhatfashionable style. While still not incredibly sexy, the skirts were alittle shorter and the sweaters a little tighter. It seemed to help withher career as she had gotten two promotions since she changed her styleof dress. She knew that she had accomplished a lot on her job, anddeserved her promotions, but she also realized that a little harmlessflirting never hurt.

Allison looked over at the tired commuters as they sat inbumper-to-bumper traffic, their windows closed to keep out the belchingsmoke. A smile came to her face when she saw the guy in the car next toher look over. His weary face turned to a smile as well. She wonderedwhat he would think if he knew that she wasnt wearing panties, or thatshe had her skirt pulled up, almost to her waist, revealing the softflesh of her inner thighs above the thigh high nylons that Jason alwaysmade her wear. Without turning her eyes from his stare, her hand droppedbetween her thighs and her fingers found her swollen sex lips. The guywas still smiling at her as a finger slipped deep into her warm hole.

She squirmed on the probing digit and thought of the phone call fromJason. She had been sitting at her desk making notes on a legal pad whenthe phone rang. For some reason she had been thinking about sex all day."Take your panties off," he had said without so much as a "hello". "Icant. Im at my desk," she protested. "Do it," he returned firmly.Looking though her door and seeing her assistant talking to someone withher back toward her, she obediently reached under her skirt and pulledher panties down and off. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw thewetness on the crotch. She quickly stuffed the slip of material into herpocketbook. Then he told her to play with her already swollen sex lipsuntil they were dripping. When she protested again, saying she had animportant meeting in ten minutes with her staff, he just laughed andsaid that that was perfect. Through the entire meeting she could feelher swollen lips pulsing and worried that she would have a wet spot onthe back of her skirt when she got up.

Now she was stuck in this infernal Friday afternoon traffic, only madebearable by the feeling of her finger slipping in and out of her nowdripping hole. The car quickly filled with a squishing sound and thesweet aroma of her excitement.

The blare of horns from behind awoke Allison from her daydream. When shelooked ahead, she saw that the traffic had begun to move. She pressedthe gas petal to the floor.

The house was gloriously quiet when Allison rushed through the door. Shehad less than an hour to get showered and changed before Jason arrived.So much for taking a bubble bath and relaxing with a glass of wine ortwo. No, now she would have to rush to get ready. She needed to shaveher legs and shave her private parts that was always a requirementfor Jason. He wanted her sex lips smooth. She could still remember howshocked Bradley had been the first time he had seen it. Still, he didntreally care since he hadnt made love to her for over two years. Now shehad gotten used to the feeling of her hairless sex lips rubbing againsther panties. It was a constant reminder of her sexuality.