Twenty minutes later, in the shower, I exploded with a violent orgasm as my vibrator touched sensitive spots…but my brain was filled with a vision of a young, hard man…my son! Ok, ok, OK! At almost eighteen, Sam was already over six feet tall, very athletic, and the bulge in the front of his jeans led me to think he was well endowed too. That battle was lost as Sara leaned back onto the couch with Sam’s body being accommodated by Sara’s spreading of her thighs. Sam was in the final semester of High School and I was researching a college in the next town over. My intent was to get home, shower and masturbate the feeling out of me. My children were FUCKING! Bill used it as an excuse to file for divorce. This turned out to be fortuitous or contentious depending on how you look at it. Heck, by the time I first found out about my husband’s infidelities from my best friend, I broke into a hysterical laugh.
