All three of us were naked. Mike would be fine for a while.Nothing like a blowjob to calm a guy down. I wanted to talk to Kaitlin, and we’d do it in her room. Kaitlin and I gathered up our clothes. I took her hand. Naked and a little flustered, we walked up the stairs. As we passed a bathroom, I handed Kaitlin my clothes and stopped to wash Mike’s come off my face. I hadn’t realized I was grinning until I saw myself in th...

Jason stood in the shower, masturbating. I didn’t understandwhy he didn’t want sex anymore, but okay, we’d been married for eighteen years, we weren’t the first couple to turn out this way. But why wouldn’t he at least masturbate while we were in bed? Wouldn’t it be better to come on my pussy or my boobs or my face than on a porcelain tub? How could he not prefer a hand job from his wife? I watched from the bedroom. The e...

At 10 am that Monday, I was still in my robe when the doorbell ding-donged. I pushed the photos under a magazine and answered the door. If it’s the UPS guy, I thought, maybe I’ll let my robe fall open just for a second. But it wasn’t the UPS guy. “Gina!” I exclaimed. “What are you . . ?” She wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. Her hands slid down to my butt. I led her inside before we traumatized the neighbors. She s...

We relaxed inside the huge cabin until late morning, when the sun had chased all the dew from the lawn and the temperature had risen to the high 60’s. Everyone chatted over coffee and mimosas following a fine Leslie and Angie breakfast. You could still smell the bacon and eggs and scrapple that I probably shouldn’t have eaten, but which had been delicious. Again, I’d helped with the dishes. I mostly talked to Gina, Jason’...

Jason parked the car in front of the “lodge,” really just a big cabin in the Poconos. Three other cars had arrived ahead of us, all nicer than our five year old Camry. I waited for Jason to get the luggage out of the trunk. I didn’t know any of these people and my tummy churned with anxiety. My husband of not quite six months could lead the way. It was Saturday, Labor Day weekend, almost seventeen years ago. I was only 23...

“Miss Taylor, what’s he doing?” Ashley asked, some alarm inher voice. She pointed out the window. “He’s a little goofy,” I replied. “He often takes off his clothes without closing his drapes. I can close mine or we can just ignore him.” We were talking about the man in the apartment across the street from my own. I didn’t add that he and I had watched each other masturbate as recently as last week. In some ways, this had...

Someone was knocking hard on the hotel door. “Miss Taylor!” Loud knock. “Mrs. Lee!” Loud knock. “Miss Taylor!” Rushing to the door, I barely got my robe tied. I completely neglected to put the chain on first. My big city skills aren’t so good. As soon as the door was open a foot, Chad pushed past me. “Sorry, Miss Taylor! Gotta whizz!” The door to the room sighed and latched shut. I heard the lid slam against the toilet an...

Almost nineteen years ago – imagine that! – I started as a combination English and physical education teacher at a high school in eastern Pennsylvania. I was still single, although I wouldn’t be for a whole lot longer. Perhaps most amazing of all, and I don’t expect you to believe this, I was still a virgin at the age of twenty-one. My virginity got in the way of real relationships. My intention, based on some combination...

You probably read in Part 1 that after a great meal of bakedsalmon, my son, Chad and I had begun a game of Truth or Dare/Double-dare in Ashley’s living room, along with her parents, Susan and Dominic. My husband, Jason, was out of town and I’m not sure they would have invited him, anyway. The game was X rated and Dominic used an iPad app for each theoretically random turn (I learned later the game was rigged). We’d barely...

In the middle of starting some seeds for broccoli and kale,the doorbell rang. I wiped the dirt from my hands. When I opened the door, Ashley stopped fiddling with her phone and smiled. I invited her in and closed the door. “My mom wants to invite you over for dinner tomorrow,” she said immediately. We stood in the foyer. “You don’t have to bring anything.” Odd. Her mother and I weren’t especially close. Our kids were both...

I didn’t just pull the sheet up to our chins, I covered our heads. Ashley and I stared at each other from inside a bed tent like I remembered from childhood. But this adult version was more complicated. As you may have already read, I’d just finished bringing Chad’s girlfriend, Ashley, to a thrashing orgasm. He’d apparently been in the doorway watching at least the finish (and staring at my big naked butt). “Mom,” Chad sa...

By the next morning, I realized we couldn’t keep going on like this.Exactly how big a clue did I need that sex with my son wasn’t my best idea ever? While it was fun for me – and I suspected it was fun for everyone – I really didn’t want any more instances of my husband, Jason, fucking my sixteen-year-old son in the ass. My plan for my son, Chad, was simple. We would have sex just one more time, after which I would explai...

The spaghetti sauce needed more oregano, but the kitchen smelled great. I was trying a new, simpler recipe for the first time in years and it used twice as much garlic as the old one. Cooking gave me something to focus on and this recipe called for squeezing whole San Marzano tomatoes, which was fun, almost sexy. These whole, peeled tomatoes felt like someone’s balls and I tried to remember who. My husband came in, took a...

I was in bed watching the Olympics; is it just me or isthere way too much weird stuff on boards, not to mention shuffleboard on ice, and not enough figure skating? Chad came in wearing different pajamas from last night. Those were in the laundry hamper, these were plaid, a Christmas present from his dad, who’s Scottish if you go back 150 years. It was about 10 pm. We hadn’t talked about last night. I certainly didn’t know...

My son and I were on the floor, backs against the sofa, feet pointed at the TV. He was browsing recordings on the DVR. Unfolded laundry covered the sofa and Darwin, our beagle, splayed across the love seat. “How about Black Sails, mom?” he asked. He still smelled of Irish Spring from his after dinner shower. “Whatever you want, dear. What’s it about?” “Pirates. That’s all I know. It’s new.” I watched both the show and Cha...