Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

I was very lucky to have beta read the first two chapters of "Bouncing Back"Bouncing Back Ch. 01 - Lesbian Sex - Literotica.com a story by the amazing and prolific writer Emily Miller. She has as of this being uploaded so far only published chapter 1!

As ever with me when reading another author's story, an idea for a twisted "Bazzle" alternative manifested itself.

I will say from the outset that from what I've read of Emily's story hers is far superior! I have borrowed a framework and a vision. But now this is very much a Bazzle story.

As such it will contain plenty of smoking and drinking, plus other good stuff- including the lesbian interaction...

I have been given permission by Emily to publish (she also kindly beta read it). All errors are still mine 😊

Just Keep Swinging

"Mom, Mom, Timmy has taken my pen!"

"Has he Jo, can you use another?" I bark from just inside the open back door. My voice was now almost gravelly when I shouted.

"No. He has taken my best purple one. Mom, help me!" The voice pours like a river down the stairs.

I hate these moments when the over excited and angry shrill voices bounce off our magnolia painted walls, as the sound makes its way down the stairs. I sighed. "Okay, on my way." I call back up the stairs trying to do positivity whilst rolling my eyes like a twister. It is ten thirty am on a very wet Saturday morning. It's meant to be nearly summer. We are meant to be outside doing things. A family walk or something ...

... exciting. The car needs vacuuming for a start. But no. Everyone is cooped up in the house like chickens and as such everyone is already at the end of their tether. We have all been up since ten to six when we got bounced on in bed. I am already counting down the hours until school drop-off on Monday. Eight thirty on Monday morning I am liberated. At this moment it feels like a month away.

Parenting was now meant to be easier. We had prepared ourselves the best we could. We had money in the bank, having made a lot of savings in preparation. There was no getting away from the fact I was a mature mom. Practically geriatric. I gave birth to my second daughter Johanna, when I was thirty-six. I am now well over the hill at forty-two. I knew what to do, I had already had my son, Timothy, two years before. Dealing with one was easier even though we had no idea, actually dealing with two was a nightmare. When I assumed it would be easier. The two of them have chalk and cheese personalities. My friends had gone through it all about ten years before. I had focused on my career. Hell, it is scary seeing them post that they are either grandparents or their kids are now eighteen and off to university. That just scares me. I've got years until that freedom. As for being a wife. Well...I've been married to John for over twelve years now.

We all have our vices. I still enjoy myself. I take another drag of my cigarette and exhale through the open back door, most of the smoke going the right ...