Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... through a home décor magazine when Eddie, fresh out of the shower, plopped down on the couch, laying his head in her lap. Torrie smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "Please don't feel bad, you are doing a great job!" Torrie comforted him, placing the magazine on the table next to the couch. "Plus your grades are great. Mommy is so proud of you," Torrie whispered into his ear, scratching his scalp with her finger nails. She placed a slow kiss on his cheek, watching his lips curl into a smile. "I wished I could spend time with you tonight," she whispered, kissing his cheek once more. "But I have that event your dad wants me to go to." "It's ok, mom. I understand." "Good," she said, sitting up, "since you're out of the shower, it's my turn." Torrie tapped his shoulders, telling him to let her up. "I love you," Torrie said, kissing his cheek as she left. Eddie said it in return, watching her walk away, thinking how amazing she looked; better than the other moms he knew. He watched her hips sway slightly, her toned butt in a nice pair of jeans. Before Torrie entered the hallway she turned back to look at Eddie, blowing him a kiss before making her way down the hall. In the shower, Torrie tweaked a nipple of one of her C-cup sized breasts, the other hand trailing down her body with the hot water. She was hoping to have sex with John that evening. Usually they did on Saturdays. However, the event would probably tire him, so she'd have to wait until the following ...

... Saturday. She found herself so frustrated with John sometimes. They married right out of high school, shortly before she gave birth to Eddie. He's the only man she had ever been with. Sex with John has always been predictable - missionary position, him on top huffing and puffing for a few minutes while wearing a condom, then it ending. There was never any foreplay, no fellatio, cunnilingus, or even long make out session. It was all very bland, but aside from a modest dildo she kept in her top drawer, he was all she had. Torrie was casually rubbing her clit, wishing she brought the dildo in the shower with her, angry that there'd be no sex that night, and annoyed with John. Right as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan the images of the black boys at Eddie's game popped into her mind, them looking at her, smiling, one of them grabbing his crotch. She was shaken out of her trance when John entered the bathroom, slightly startling her. He was looking for his shoes. They said nothing to each other, Torrie watching him leave through the fogged up glass shower door. She felt guilty for briefly thinking of those black kids, but even more frustrated at John. "Why couldn't you get in the shower with me?" she asked herself. "Ok honey, you have a wonderful night," she told her son, kissing him on the lips, wiping his mouth, noticing him blush. Torrie, deep down, loved making her baby boy blush. Assuming most boys had a crush on their mom, she thought he might have a crush on her, but ...