My husband left me years ago and, at the time this story begins, I was 31 years old. I'd been feeling horny for most of this particular day but I still hadn't done anything to satisfy my arousal before my teenage son came home after school. True Story! I work as a stripper and do erotic posing for a couple of photographers, including my best friend and lover, Karen. I was walking by my son's bedroom one bright Sunday morning, when I heard a funny sound coming from inside.

This story is a sequence of events view from a son's perspective then from his mother's. Mom and I shared a small two bedroom apartment and living was tight. Read On. Mom and I walked back to the campsite through the woods in a hurried fashion — still nearly naked. Mom walked in front of me but I felt too guilty to admire the view.

I sat in silence with my family eating breakfast. Everybody had different thoughts on their mind. My husband was flying out to Boston this morning for a week. My son and daughter were probably thinking of school.

My name is Sarah. My eldest son, Rome is 23, Rachel is 20 and my last son, Brad is Most of them are men, so I guess they only flatter me for some reason. They have described them as round and the most sensational thing if touched.