BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS - Sex Stories

BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS

Fridays had not always been this way. Fridays had once been special in a different way. Friday had been the day when Dad came home from work early and the three of them - Mom, Dad, and Billy -- might go out to dinner, or a movie, or something else that families did together. Sometimes they even the piled in the f****y car and went somewhere for the whole weekend. What happy times they were. Mom and Dad loved each other then, and they both loved him. They had been just one more typical happy f****y, the three of them, doing typical f****y things. All that changed when Dad ran off with his Carol. Billy had been only 11 years old when he came home one day to find his mother in tears. His Dad was gone she said, gone away with the woman who she thought had been her best friend -- the woman Billy had known as Aunt Carol even though they were not related that way . Dad would give them money and come by to see Billy, is Mom had told him, and take him for the weekend some times, but he wasn't going to be living with them from now on because he didn't love her anymore and there was nothing she could do about it. His Mom had taken a long time get over his Dad's leaving. He left in the middle of winter, and it was well into spring before she began to have days when Billy didn't come home to find her still in bed with her eyes red from crying. Even when the crying stopped, he could tell that she wasn't really over it and was only trying like hell to pretend she was. Finally, after the ...

... divorce became final late that summer, she had announced confidently that she was going to begin a new life. Part of that, she said, was to be going out with her girlfriends on Friday nights. And so she did, dressing her only slightly chubby but still attractive self up in sexy dresses and heading out somewhere. She was always all smiles when she left, often giggling like a schoolgirl as she and her girlfriend talked about how much fun they were going to have. But when she came home the smiles were gone and replaced by a quiet sadness. The smell of liquor was on her breath when she came into his room to kiss him goodnight, holding him close to her for moment and telling him she loved him before kissing him gently on the cheek and stumbling off to her bedroom. Billy had wondered then why his Mom never brought home men with her as other single Moms did. Even though he was only 11 he knew enough about sex to know she looked good for a woman of 40, and that men would be attracted to her. His best friend Chuck had told him that his mother, who was older and less attractive than Billy's Mom, regularly came home with men much younger than her and had sex with them in the next room, seemingly not caring if he heard everything through the thin walls that separated them. She didn't love them, Chuck said, `cause it was a different one every week. But Billy's Mom never did that kind of thing. Perhaps she was classier than the other divorced Moms, or maybe she just didn't care about men or ...