“Who the fuck I am, son, is someone who’s been hiding for too long now. I will tell you, Robby, the people and things that I desire, I am going to go all out to get who and what I want. I don’t want to hurt anybody in the process. But you might say that I’m a bitch in heat, and we’d better pity the fool who gets the fuck in my way!!”
And with that, I reached up again and pulled my son’s face down to kiss me. This time, I didn’t hold back. With this kiss, and the tongue I was giving him, I let Robby know that I wanted to make out with him right there at the doorway to our home.
It was there where I discovered what a fucking great kisser my son was. There we were, mother and son, but not kissing as mothers and sons should. As our faces, lips and tongues were intertwined, his hands began traveling over my body. And I didn’t plan on stopping him…too soon, anyway.
Robby also began making noises, oohing and ahhing into my ear. Our hips seemed almost linked as he pushed his hardened penis into the front of me. And I pushed back. The feeling of him running his hands over my ass, and then putting them underneath my panties, reminded me of exactly what I did to Lisa that first night that she and I made love in Vegas. His hands were groping the bare skin of his mother’s ass. And I didn’t stop him…yet.
“Oh my God, mom, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you!”
“Do you like your mother’s ass, honey?”
“Oh fuck YES, I LOVE my mother’s ass!!”
The question I had for myself right about there was…’now that I have a pretty good idea that my son desires me..how do I stop what he and I were doing without us first going upstairs and fucking our brains out for the rest of the evening?
“Robby, honey, mommy has a big day tomorrow and I need my sleep…so I need to go to bed…ALONE!!”
It wasn’t an easy feat getting Robby out of the house without him tearing off the clothes of his mother and fucking me right there on the living room couch. But thankfully, he was now gone.
Susan was with her friends at U of M in Ann Arbor, and had informed me she would be there pretty much all weekend. So, I had the rest of the evening to figure out how I was going to work things out with Robert, on the dissolution of our failed marriage.
Chapter 2
That next day, Saturday, was when Robert and I were going to meet at three o’clock so we could hopefully iron out as quick a resolution to our mutually agreed upon divorce as possible.
It was nice to wake up and not have to do anything. In reality, it seemed when you arrived back home after being on vacation…you had to take a break from…being on vacation.
Ahhh, the superb life of an up-and-coming, executive woman. But first, I had to make sure to clean my house, take the garbage out, and get myself looking as good as possible because my soon-to-be-ex-husband was coming over.
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Around noon I gave Lisa a call, just to check up on her, and have some non-important womanly chit-chat.
“Are you nervous at all with Robert coming over, honey?”
“I’m not nervous-nervous, but maybe just a little kind of nervous. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly.”
“Lisa, honey, I’m just hoping that we can sort through all the money stuff without too much trouble. I think if we can do that, then the rest is going to be easy-peasy stuff.”
“Well, you know I’m totally in your corner, Becks, no matter what.”
“I know, thanks, honey. Oh, by the by…what did you think about my Robby?”
“Well baby, I think he’s a fucking hunk…that’s what I think!! If I wasn’t so googly-eyed over his mother, and I hadn’t been living my life basically as a lesbian these last few years…I’d try to take that handsome boy to bed and let him fuck the shit outta me. Is that what you were wanting to know?”
“Um yeah, I guess that about covers it.”
“See ya, Becks. Love ya, honey.”
“Love you too, sweetheart, bye bye…”
And with that, Lisa and I ended our conversation. I wasn’t exactly sure how Robby and I were going to end up, but right now, I needed to be ready for Robert who was hopefully going to be there within the hour, so it was important that I be ready…
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Should a man who owns a house where he doesn’t live anymore have to knock at the door of said house? Yeah, I guess Robert didn’t think that he needed to do that. When I walked into the living room after checking the pool chemicals, I saw Robert sitting on the couch. Evidently, he still had his house key. I mentally made a note to myself ‘make sure you get Robert’s key to the house’ before he leaves today…
“Hey, Robert…I see you let yourself in, huh?”
“Yeah, Becky, I didn’t think you’d mind if I did that. I mean it IS still my house, too, right?”
“Well yeah, but I guess that’s one of the reasons why we’re talking today, figuring out as much of this stuff as we can. Robert, I’m really hoping we can do this without having to get our lawyers any more involved than we absolutely have to, okay?”
“I feel the same way, Becky. I just got off the phone with Kevin, my lawyer. He’s thinking if we don’t get greedy with what the other has, then this should all go relatively pain-free.
“This is the big thing for me, please don’t try and get a hold of my pension or my stocks…or ask for any alimony payments. If you’re willing to do that, then I’m willing to sign the divorce papers as soon as possible. Oh, he says we should sell the house and split the profit. And then it’s a go for me.”
“Robert, I don’t want to sell the house. If you do recall I’m not the one leaving…you are.
“Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll agree to your demands…”
“They’re requests, Becky, not demands.”
“I’ll agree to your…requests…but…I keep the house. And since it’s paid for, it goes solely into my name. Deal?”
“Uh, I don’t know…I’ll have to ask Kevin.”
“Robert…I know what Kevin’s going to tell you. He’s going to tell you you’d be an idiot not to agree to my…request. My ONE request. I want the house. That’s not a biggie, and I think you know that.”
“Becky, I know you love this house. I want to do all I can to get through all of this divorce crap as best as possible.
“I tell you what…you can have the house, since I’m not going to be living here for too much longer anyway.”
“Thank you, Bob, that’s very sweet of you.”
“But you probably think I’m a real dick anyway, don’t you?”
“Okay? Where’s this coming from? Do you think I’m angry with you?”
“Yeah, I kind of got that impression when we spoke on the phone while you were still in Vegas.”
“Bobby, I guess I’m past any anger now. Yeah, I was flustered because it seemed like our intimate lives just went…POOF!! One day we were going along with what seemed okay. And then BAM, no more sex, no more kissing, no more ‘I love yous’ from my husband.
Bob, I KNOW you’re not stupid, how in the hell did you think something like that would effect me? Can you ever remember a time in our marriage…or even before we got married, when I said no to you when you told me you wanted to fuck? As a matter of fact, it was usually me who would come to you wanting to have sex.”