Between my sons - Sex Stories

Between my sons

I was relieved to have my sons home. Tim was 18 and just returning from his first semester in college and James was 20, home for the week from his job in the city. My husband was away on business in Thailand, no doubt enjoying the company benefits with some young hooker, and I was planning on spending the week alone. But then James called and here they were at the kitchen table. I loved my sons. We had always been close, ever since they were boys rolling naked in the mud we never kept anything from each other. But I couldn't talk to them about this. Something that had been racking my mind for the past year—something I couldn't shake or get away from: I was lonely and their father was going to leave me. I mean how do you bring that up? What do you tell them? Of course the questions would come and they would be right to ask them. Why couldn't we work it out? Why is he cheating? Why? There were a million answers, but none of them were true. None of them were exactly right. If I was honest with them, I would tell them the truth was I wasn't interesting anymore. I was only 38 and I still had my body—I worked hard for it and we were active sexually. But I knew he wanted more. He wanted someone younger and different. Unfortunately, that was what marriage was: Sex thinking about someone else. So here I was looking into my blue eyed angel Tim. He smiled at me and scrapped the remainder of his dinner. I wondered if he knew that I had a dildo in my drawer in the kitchen. It was pink ...

... and rather long and just before he and his b*****r came over I had used it on the kitchen floor. That was the real suburban housewife and I wondered if it had ever occurred to him. "That was great mom. Thanks," he said with a smile and stood up. "Your welcome dear," I replied. "Now don't worry about the dishes and go in the other room. James is watching football." He smiled at me, walked around the table then gave me a hug. "I love being home," he whispered in my ear. "I am so happy you guys are here," I replied. I kissed his nose and pushed him away. I spent the next few minutes in the kitchen washing the dishes and cleaning up. I thought about my boys and how proud of them I was. James never went to college. He didn't need to. He was so out spoken and intelligent that he was making too much money to waste time in school. He was so handsome too. He dated different girls from time to time, but I knew he was never serious about them. The only thing he was serious about was work—just like his father. Tim was different. He was quiet, thoughtful and artistic. After James left home Tim spent a lot of his time in his room drawing and writing. He was my sensitive one. He was very good looking in a different way than his b*****r and all through out high school girls were after him. But he never paid attention to them—he was always somewhere else in his head. It was so bad in fact that I thought he was gay until I found some porno in his room. The fact was he just wasn't ready for a ...