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For some reason she responded like a professional. She press her ass hard against my cock, and it entered her back door like it had done it a dozen times before. She whimpered but kept pushing. I helped involuntarily when my climax came bursting to the surface. Instinctively, I pressed my cock to its full depth in her ass. She jammed her face into the pillow before her and really screamed this time.

“Her ass was so tight, and her contraction were so vigorous around my cock that I experience the most invigorating and colossal orgasm that I can remember.

About the time my erection had shrunk to half size, her ass muscles literally spit out my tool. We both laughed heartily at the event.

Afterwards we lay side by side on the bed trying to get our breathing back under control.

“That hurt a lot,” she said in almost a murmur, “but I loved it.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I assured her. “You certainly don’t want my seed in your womb.”

“I’m looking forward to the adjustment,” she said softly and rolled her warm body up against mine.

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thanks for the story of your happening with Jen.

Good Morning All Bros & Sistras,

" Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year to all "

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Nice story, will be back to continue reading them.

MERRY CHRISTMAS and A HAPPY NEW YEAR :)

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Nude is Naughty - Chapter 03 cummin soon.......

do stay tune
:D

jz sharin

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The physical location of the nudist colony to which Mom and several other locals belonged was about 150 miles from the City. Naturally, most of the members that lived in the City were active in their professional lives and often unable to make a trip to the "campground" as they affection- ally called it so they usually gathered every other weekend at one of the member's residents.

Our house was a single family free-standing two story structure so it was ideal for these occasions. Besides, Mom loved to entertain especially now that she had her grown son, yours truly, to strut my naked splendor in front of the crowd. I was rapidly becoming more comfortable mingling with naked strangers, and this Saturday was our turn to host the gathering. In a way, I was looking forward to seeing new peckers and titties although I knew that was not the true objective of the average nudist.

I will be the last to claim I am well hung, but I can honestly say that I have all of the swingers in this group beat considerably. Mom comments on my size every time we fuck which, by the way, is quite often, and that is all I need to keep my confidence up.

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folks,
Happy New Year!!!!

wishing u all in d coming 2009 year:
wealthy, healthy, joyful always

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The group was accustomed to these gatherings so the procedure had become rather standard. One or more members would arrive at the designated house and go directly to the "dressing" room which in this case was the "undressing" room. When they reappeared they would be completely naked. To emphasize the strictness of this rule, one female participant was casually mingling in the crowd, and upon close inspection, one could tell she was wearing a tampon. The tiny string hanging from her snatch was a dead giveaway. Obviously, no one but me noticed.

Mom was flitting about the social area dressed in all of her nude splendor, and chatting with the guests. Although no one would admit it, I noticed more than one man ogling her tits and her ass. They didn't stiffen up at the sight, but I'm sure that it would have been a different story had it not been for the club rules. I, on the other hand, was not officially a member so it would have been accepted and ignored had I reacted normally to some of the female flesh on display. Believe me, it was an effort not to at times.

For example, there were two young women standing over by an end table chatting cheerfully as though they were fully dressed and all alone. I walked over to join the merry occasion, and both girls noticed I was beginning to puff up as I approached.

"Hello," I said in my most masculine voice. "I'm Jeff and I just know I am going to be glad to meet you two."

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"Well hi yourself, Jeff," the redhead said. "I'm Ginger and this lovely creature is my roommate, Ella. Your mom has out done herself with the refreshments tonight. If we're not careful, we'll put on a few pounds before we leave."

"I could recommend a good exercise program for you girls," I said boldly as I braced myself for repercussions.

"I'll bet you could," Ella said with no anger or irritation at all in her voice. "I see you are already getting some of the exercise equipment ready just in case." We all three glanced down at my pecker. My libido was tough to control.

"Maybe you can recommend a place a little more private where we can attend to both of our problems," Ginger suggested. "Ella and I both would love to work off some of these pounds, and there is no denying that you are going to be attracting a lot of attention unless we do something about your uprising." Her smile made my cock take on more definition, and Ella lighted up showing her agreement.

"This way, Ladies," I said trying to be gallant and suave at the same time. Also, at this point, I abandoned all attempts to control any outward display of arousal. I was walking up the stairs behind two totally naked women, and was absolutely unable to, not that I wanted to, avoid watching the full bare asses twitching to the stride and the back side of two pussies staring out at me between two sets of thighs. I was brick hard by the time we reached the top of the stairs.

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"Look Ella," Ginger snickered, "we have a qualified player with us." They both eyed my erection with open approval.

"Just through that door is my playpen. Please enter." Ella managed to stroke my boner one time before turning and wiggling through the door to my bedroom.

Once inside the girls wasted no time. Ginger playfully pushed me onto the bed and took up her position between my legs. Ella stayed up top where she smothered my face with a big juicy kiss before poking one of her tits into my mouth. I was happy, and obviously so were they. When Ginger took my cock head into her mouth and massaged my balls, I thought I had been admitted to heaven.

I quickly assumed that these girls had done this sort of thing before with some of their other male companions. They were too smooth with their actions to have been acting out this scenario for the first time.

Ella gently rose to a sitting position dislodging her nipple from my sucking mouth in the process. She gracefully swung her leg over my chest and came to rest with her crotch squarely on my mouth. As I parted her pussy lips and prepared for my assault, I felt Ginger slide her wet, warm pussy down on my cock. The sensation was awesome. When Ginger started her pumping motion on my cattle prod, I excitedly started my licking and probing of Ella's pussy.

Eventually I worked my tongue from her pussy hole up to her clitoris where I really generated energy of a sexual nature. Ella was whining and grinding her crotch into my face and vigorously massaging her boobs with her hands. Ginger was riding my horsey like a veteran barrel racer at the County Fair. I just knew that at this pace both of these women would be entering climax country just any time now.

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I couldn't see what was going on because of the wet warm squirming of Ella's pussy all over my face, but Ginger had reached forward and was helping Ella massage her tits. Her boobs were much handier, but I guess they didn't need the stimulation at this time.

I was close to correct. I heard Ginger beginning a low wailing sound announcing the arrival of her orgasm, and this music among other things was exciting Ella in the execution of her sexual eruption. Surprisingly, I was still very rigid when Ginger dismounted and rolled away on the bed.

Ella, on the other hand, did a 180 on my face and fell to sucking my dick complete with the juices of mine and Ginger's coupling very much present. The sauce seemed to add to her pleasure. Her crotch was still in my face, so I found her swollen clit once again, and massaged her little man in the boat until I heard her bragging about her new orgasm.. Her treatment of my cock at this moment was indescribable, but it did bring my stubborn pecker to a spasmodic surrender. Ella was sitting up and squealing as she watch the goo spurt from my hose. Naturally, she was pumping my rod fiercely helping my juices find freedom.

It took us a little while to collect our thoughts and our breath after that excursion, but then we all three wanted me to eat their pussies.

"Ella's been having the most fun," Ginger surmised, "so why don't you eat my pussy first while I eat hers. Then we'll switch."

"Sounds good to me," Ella said enthusiastically. "Ginger," she barked playfully. "Assume the position." Obediently Ginger obeyed by spreading wide in front of me. Then she caught her legs behind the knees and pulled them up to her chest. Ella squatted in the same position over Ginger as she had over me earlier.

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My sexual experiences since my return to the States had been limited to Mom and they were fantastic, but these two nymphs were much more open and liberated with their sexual needs and desires. Ginger was doing everything in her power to assist me in pleasing her pussy while at the same time she was performing satisfactorily enough at Ella's crotch to make her squirm and squeal with erotic delight. I desperately needed to do something to elevate our stimulation so I gently slipped two fingers into Ginger's asshole. This was a good move. Ginger increased the fervor of her gyrations, and clutched my ears almost to a point of discomfort. I didn't mind; I sucked harder on her clit.

Ginger and I both got goods marks for our efforts. Ella trumpeted her orgasmic eruption loudly enough to get the attention of the party downstairs while Ginger was busy spraying my face with her arousal juices. Her legs were locked behind my head for the longest, but I finally convinced her to relax and set me free.

"That was terrific, Ginger," Ella gasped as the two girls traded positions, "Now you do me, Jeff."

We were well into our new three-way engagement when a voice at the door got the attention of all three of us.

"The party is downstairs, kids." It was Mom standing in the doorway in all of her nude splendor. "Of course, you three seem to be having a hell of a lot more fun."

"Mom," I stammered, "we didn't expect you." Ginger had rolled off and Ella had sat up when we heard Mom's voice. All present were familiar with each other in the nude, so no one made and effort to cover their exposure. Let's face it. We're talking about nudist here.

"I know I shouldn't have interrupted," Mom said apologetically, "but I've never seen two women pleasing each other before. It looks fascinating."

"Why, Mom," Ginger said excitedly, "you don't know what you're missing. Come here," she said as she extended her arm toward her.

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my sincere apologies on delayin d story....
bin rather busy rushin on work deadline recent wks.

will b continuin d final parts of d story pretty soon.

jz sharin

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Mom looked at me first for approval, and when I smiled and nodded, she slowly approached the bed. She took Ginger's extended hand, and was drawn down to where the two younger women sat on the bed.

"I've always admired you body, Mom," Ginger said warmly. "May I kiss your breasts?"

"I think I would like that," Mom said nervously. She looked in my direction to see my reaction, but I was busy fondling Ella's pussy. She was startled hen Ginger's mouth covered her breast, but soon she realized the arousal she experienced from the younger woman's touch. Instinctively, I suppose, Mom reached down and caressed one of Ginger's breasts.

With her mouth still at the nipple, Ginger's hand found the deep warm recesses of Mom's valley. Her fingers wasted no time in seeking out the slit and then the hole therein. Mom gasped at the initial impact, but soon she was spreading her legs to allow better access. Ginger obliged.

My cock had sprouted new life. Ella seized the opportunity. She bobbed her mouth on my cock head a couple of times, but she was more interested in penetration. She got on all fours and backed up to me. Her pussy glistened slightly with her arousal juices, but I have never seen a more inviting sight.

Watching Ginger seduce my mother, and entering Ella's extremely hot pussy drove me to new levels of arousal. I noticed that Ginger had moved her mouth to Mom's pussy, and Mom was obviously enjoying the hell out of this new experience. Her joy doubled when Ella worked her body around to where she could suck on Mom's nipples. At first, I thought Mom was crying, but then I realized she was simply weeping from ecstasy.

I pounded away at Ella's pussy from behind, Ella sucked vigorously on Mom's tits, and Ginger performed world class oral sex on Mom's pussy. We all knew when Ginger moved to Mom's clitoris. The celebration was awesome. Mom let us all know how much she enjoyed this new phase of sex with her very audible commentary on her new feelings. Ginger was filled with pride when Mom exploded with her appreciation of an orgasmic conclusion.

We all four lay savoring the satisfaction of our exploits briefly before Mom interrupted our tranquility.

"Come on, folks," she said cheerfully. "There's another party going on downstairs."

When the crowd departed, Mom and I went to bed and had a terrific sexual encounter. Oral sex for both of us was a main attraction.

Aren't mothers great?

P. S. Ella and Ginger both left their phone numbers with us.


THE END

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changin 2 a discussion awhile:

jz read d recent papers:
- Jamie @ Glenn separated,
- teacher 31 hvin sex wif student, 15
- maid's affair wif 2 guys endin in murder.....

seems like nwadys feelin of any kind is lethal/fatal, agree??

after readin d teacher's affair wif student incident, i shall b writin my ex-wife story (quite similar as she was a teacher wif a student oso, happenin yrs ago) soon...
do hv understandin wif me, folks...

wat's ur view???

jz sharin

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Just managed to finish reading half of the postings here. But already lookin forward to the next story about your ex-wife.

Great job, keep the stories coming. i cant wait for next installment.

Happy Valentine's Day!

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thk u, folks
4 supportin.....

company currently tinkin of retrenchin..... so i m jz busy wif work.
did managed 2 pen sum pts on my ex-wife story

i tink, in order not 2 keep folks in 2 much of a suspense.... will b continuin on writin sum incest fantasy stories 1st. thereafter will write my ex-wife case.

jz a peek in2 my ex wife case:
my achievement abt her is i made her squrim which she does not even know anythin abt..... yet i saw/catch her RED handed bin fucked by another boy (if folks here read my history: she was a teacher and he was her student, but i did not report 2 police, though police were at d scene)

jz sharin.....

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Nutmeg For Mom

Robert sat locked up in his room looking at a various Literotica story with one hand on the swell of his shorts and the second on the mouse. Since he found out about Literotica (two years ago) from his old girlfriend, Robert had been glued to it's contents for weeks on end. The story in question now was dealing with his favorite taboo: incest, and centered itself on a story of Mother and son. His fingertips gently grazed back and forth over the heady swell of his cock as it pushed itself against its confines with a dire need for release. His thumb was sure to spend extra attention along the crown of his head, causing gentle spasms to finger his balls and reverberate up the length of his veined shaft. Pre-cum was leaking from that engorged head, and was steadily seeping into the mesh of his shorts, thus creating a large wet spot.

His self-induced pleasure was soon ended, however, when the rumble of a car was heard coming up the driveway. Though Robert had his door locked, and hadn't even removed the "beast" from it's cage, he panicked. He jumped from his computer chair and shut it down before grabbing at his shorts and pulling the waistband down enough so it trapped the head of his prick against the bottom of his stomach and thus got rid of signs of a hard on. He jogged out of the room and headed downstairs before coming to a halt in the kitchen just as his Mother swung back the door and stepped inside.

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"Hey, Mom! How was the workout?" Piped Robert, putting on his best smile though unable to hide the red flush of his cheeks from his own workout. He had just turned eighteen last week, and was an average sized boy. He stood at a modest six foot, and weighed 180lbs. Dark brown locks were left whatever which way, giving it a wild look. Robert was average with everything but his cock, which was a good nine inches long.

His Mother returned the smile with a dazzling one of her own, before swinging shut the door and entering further into their humble abode. Her husband had died ten years ago, and she hadn't got the nerve to date since. She was a mere thirty-six years of age, and spent five days a week at the gym to keep up her young appearance. She was currently clad in a spandex halter top that hugged itself around the swell of her breasts, and a matching pair of shorts that dug themselves up the wedge of her ass and outlined the tops of her thighs to the fullest extent. "Oh, it was good, Robbie, same old thing though."

Throughout all this, Rob was eyeing his Mother up as furtively as he could. The arousal of his cock didn't die, it only grew stronger and pulsated roughly against the entrapment of his shorts, still held tightly to his stomach by the waistband. "Yeah, I should start going, just don't have the willpower." He chuckled, before crossing into the kitchen and lowering down into one of the various chairs.

"You don't need to, sweetie, you look great, and the girls love you." She teased, before moving over to the refrigerator and popping it open, pulling out some various food and bringing it to the kitchen counter behind her. "I have to get dinner going though, I ran later than planned at the gym."

"I haven't had a girlfriend for over a year, Mom.. you know that." He mumbled, never taking his eyes from his Mother's ass. He was an ass man, truth-be-told, and those spandex shorts of hers did wonders. He nibbled down lightly into his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to lower a hand a tease himself right there.

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"That's because you spend so much time on that damned computer. You should get out more, Hun." She said this without looking at him, for she was organizing things on the counter. She reached up to the cabinet above and swung it open, peering up at the various bottles inside. She then rose upwards on her tip-toes, the swell of her ass clenched and tormented the tightness of her shorts as she fought with the bottles. Robert sat there, taking this all in, and his cock lurched within his shorts. "Sweetie, could you come over here and bring down the nutmeg for me? I can't seem to reach it."

Be still his heart! Rob quickly rose from his seated position and adjusted his shorts to ensure nothing was poking forward, before moving to stand behind his Mother. "You can't reach that? Ok, well which bottle is it?" He said as he stepped forward slightly and reached up to one of the various spices. The bundled length of cock made slight contact along the curve of her ass, and he froze. Before he made it apparent that he realized he did this, he retrieved one of the bottles and lowered it down in front of her face. "This it, Mah?"

She stood through all this, subconsciously wondering why he didn't just stand next to her, until she felt something rather hard poke slightly into her ass. She froze as well, and her mind whirled. 'Was that his cock? Oh my god! It's huge!' she said to herself as she unconsciously shifted her ass back slightly. The swift press of her baby's prick had caused a convulsion in her shorts, and the lines of her cunt began to dampen from growing arousal. "Um, no, that's not it. Keep looking."

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And he did just that. With her ass shifting back at him, a steady press of cock to ass was taken, though he didn't say anything about it. Shivers ran up and down his spine, and he rose up slightly once more to take down another random bottle, causing his covered prick to slide up, then down her ass. "..T.This one?"

"No, keep looking." Her voice was becoming husky with the steady throb that centered itself at her puss. She subtly shifted her ass once more, causing further friction between the two. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her forearms to the countertop. This was wrong, forbidden, illegal, and downright nasty. She knew all this, but couldn't deny the pleasure of it all. Her eyes squinted down to mere slits and she waited.

Was she pushing back against him? His heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched roughly, and it was then that he realized that with every movement upwards, his waistband was being drawn further down from his head and exposing his cock more. He was too afraid to reach down and solve the problem, so he instead rose upwards once more and took down another bottle. Maybe he should of fixed himself, because with the shift, his cock flopped out from it's confines and made a sharp smack to the top of his Mother's ass. She shook her head just as he said: "Oh, shit."

"Don't worry, you'll find it soon." Thinking his exclamation was in regards to her shaking her head to the fact that it wasn't the right bottle. It was right bottle though, and she took it and turned it's label around so he would keep looking. She had also noticed that something had slapped her ass, and a shiver ran through her as her ass began a steady grind into the naked flesh of his cock.

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Nice fantasy stories!

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didnt realise story-writin since 2007.......

thk u 4 supportin tis thread.
as i mentioned b4, will b writin my real life (ex-wife) story soon (still in brainstormin process lah)

2molo will b meetin my fb sexsion, currently tinkin of way a pleasure myself (shld i let her cim & swallow lor or many many others) & workin halfway oso

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Robert lost control and thrust his prick along the globes of her ass so pre-cum smeared along and slickened everything up. "Uh.. Mom. Are.. you sure you have.. nutmeg?" He managed to croak out as his hips began to steadily buck into her ass.

But she didn't say anything, instead she bent herself at the waist and pressed her chest to the countertop to fully expose her ass to her son's taking. She slowly walked her feet apart and curled her arms up around her head as she swayed her ass back and forth. Robert took this cue to continue his efforts, and to stop messing with the bottles of spices. His hands were instead used to grip each covered cheek of her ass and separate them enough so when he released, the shorts were sucked between and a valley was made. Lining his phallus up, he eased it forward until it was gripped by each globe of her ass. He let lose a low groan, and hands gripped at her waist as he fucked forward.

"Oh.. oh fuck, sweetie! Yeah, fuck my ass.. mm yeah!" She rasped at him as her ass rolled up and down, clenching her ass to milk his cock as it plunged in and out. One of her hands came down to the apex of her thighs while two fingers pressed together and were used to rub circles along her covered clit. She groaned in her throat, the walls of her cunt clenching at air as she manipulated the hardened nub of her clit through her shorts.

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Robert continued his plummet towards orgasm, and one hand was moved to grasp the base of his shaft before he steadily shaked it to cause the slicked length of his cock to slap against her ass. He couldn't take it anymore, and he soon yanked down her shorts to expose her lower half in it's entirety. He positioned his prick once more and fucked between her cheeks, feeling the full warmth radiating from her body for the first time. He felt like he was going to cum then and there, and quickly squeezed his shaft to stop such a thing.

"Please, christ. Fuck me, c'mon baby, come back to where you spent nine months. At least a big part of you." She moaned, gyrating her hips in encouragement to her son. The fingers that were at her clit were used to pull apart the swell of her labia, exposing the leaking hole of her snatch and the full pinkness of her vagina.

This was all he needed. He used his hand to aim his cock, dragging the helmeted tip up and down her folds before fitting it to the opening of her puss. He drove forward. Warmth and wetness surrounded his cock, and his Mother's pussy began to gently squeeze around the shaft. "Oh shit!" Was all he was able to say before his hips began to shift back and forth, drawing the reddened length of his cock in and out of the tight grasp of her cunt. He was actually doing it! He was fucking his Mother! She must of been enjoying it from the long moans she was letting forth and the way her hips ground back into him with every thrust forward.

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One of her hands was seen moving to a heavy tit, pulling up the halter to expose it before dragging a hardened nipple along the countertop. She reached up with both hands then, grasping at the door of the cabinet as she fucked herself roughly back against her sons large dick. All thought of talk was lost on her, as her orgasm started itself at the base of her stomach, and like an explosion, washed over her cunt and sent it in violent spasms around the dick imbedded in her. She rolled her hips up and down while she moaned, juices leaking out to coat his cock and dribble down her thighs and his balls.

He was trying to hold back his orgasm as long as possible, but once he felt the walls shuddering along his cock, he was unable to stand it any longer. "Oh god Mom! I'm cumming, oh god.. I'm cumm..i..." He was unable to finish, his balls tightened up and his cock began to twitch. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the purple head of his cock, splashing the insides of his Mother's womb and mingling with her own juices. His hips thrust forward once, burying to the hilt, and he let her roll along it herself. He never thought the orgasm was going to end, and once it had, he lowered down to rest atop his Mother. He kissed her back once, his breath washing out to simply evaporate in the air.

"I think I should take a shower." She purred at him, taking in a deep breath as her son's cock began to soften the grip of her cunt.

"Yeah, me too. Care to join me?" He whispered, before something caught his eye and he was staring at a label of a bottle that was turned over on the counter which read: 'nutmeg'.

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dat was d end of the "Nutmeg For Mom" story.

nw goin on2 d next chapter....

sorry 4 my long delay

jz sharin

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Of Mothers & Sons


You know that something is wrong when your once wonderful child starts talking to you. Now it is common knowledge that parents and children don’t communicate with each other and either sulk or scream when faced with even the idea of trying. So it’s understandable that I was unconcerned when my spittle spitting baby grew up to be a screaming, tense and rather rude young man. In fact, to tell the truth, I was over the moon about it. The more he and I shouted, screamed and generally shook the rafters, the more I was convinced I had fulfilled my role of being a good mother. My friends praised me, my husband blamed me, my mother-in-law and I hated each other, what more did I want? Nothing.

This changed however and I was suddenly and cruelly reduced to the wreck (social and personal) that I am now. It happened on an absolutely beautiful day, the kind that made my heart sing. The sky was grey with impending rain, the leaves on every bush within sight had been ripped off by the harsh wind wiping round the house and I couldn’t read the temperature on the thermometer. By mid afternoon I had managed to not do the housework, except for my son’s room, to burn the dinner apart from the brussel sprouts and to singe a hole in my husband’s favourite shirt. My son arrived as usual at around lunch time, slammed the door louder than ever and went upstairs. Following my usual pattern I gave him five minutes to lock the door and then headed after him.

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“Hunny, lunch is on the table. You should come and eat it.”

And then instead of telling me to fuck off and bury myself in a heap of manure he simply opened the door smiled at me said something along the lines of “Sure thing Mum.” and skipped down-stairs.

This state of affairs continued all day and left me a quivering wreck by the time my husband got home. My hands were shaking and I could feel cold sweat running up and down my shoulder-blades. Thoughts were racing through my head in a whirl of confusion, so when my husband arrived and announced he was divorcing me and went off to pack his bags my only response was:

“Ok dear.”

That was yesterday and as you have probably guessed, things have been getting worse. My son, if I can still call him that, is over the moon about his father moving out, my husband has decided on his very own to give me half of everything (which is more than generous considering the fact that I haven’t worked since I married him) and my mother-in-law phoned, to bury the hatchet. My life is in ruins. I have no son, I cannot complain about my shit of a husband going off and leaving me with nothing and I cannot phone my mother-in-law to pick a fight, all things I really regret the absence of.

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To clear my mind of all of this I decided this morning that I would clean the house. Five hours later, I re-discovered asthma and literally threw in the towel and called a cleaning agency. I then occupied myself by watching a sickeningly cheerful lady go about the house dusting, cleaning, moping, sweeping and several other things I cannot even put a name to. I finally decided my life was in serious need of re-structuring.

So I called my best friend, totally confident in the knowledge that she would tell me how I was to organise my life, probably by using pink and pastel tones. I was not however, going to find any kind of sympathy or advice from that front; I found out that my friend was the one my husband was leaving me for. This of course meant she couldn’t in all good conscience give me advice. I disagreed with her, after all she didn’t take anything I was really attached to, but she didn’t seem to think I had a very good point.

My only triumph of the day was I did manage to cook absolutely fabulous pancakes. A great culinary feat, well, for me. After this minor peak in a ghastly day things went along the way they had started. My son arrived and announced that he had applied at a university only a few miles away so he could stay and comfort me during the five years of his degree. Obviously he thought I would still be grieving over the loss of his father. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he would have none of it, he was going to stay and take care of his poor fragile mummy.

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Good. Thanks for sharing.