Confessions of a single mother.
I am a single mother. I am a good mother. I have two boys that I love and cherish.
I wake up at 5:30 each morning. I start a load of laundry. I shower and get ready for my day. I then wake my boys up. I make breakfast and lunches for the day. I drop them off at school.
I go to the office and work for 8-9 hours. After work, I pick up the kids. First, is dinner. Next, I drive them to whatever practice they have.
We come home and do homework. Followed by baths, books, and bed.
After they are asleep, I do dishes and pick up a little. I try to get a workout in before I go to sleep myself.
I volunteer at the school. I cheer loud at their games. I listen to them about their days. I give comfort after nightmares. I hang art projects in my office. I live for my kids. I am a good mom.
It’s finally that one weekend a month my kids go to their dad’s. While they are gone, I become a slut.
It’s my time to let go of my busy life. I go to the bar, I smile, I laugh, I drink, I flirt. I let my sexy momma shine.
I go home with someone.He bends me over and pulls my hair. He lifts up my skirt and fucks me on the table just how I’ve been longing for throughout the past four weeks.
He touches every part of my body with his hands and mouth until I’m screaming and begging for his throbbing dick. He can make me moan, make me beg, make my toes curl.
When we finish, I go home. If he’s lucky, I’ll see him again next month.
My kids come home. I put on an apron, bake cookies, and go back to my life as normal.
What I do when my kids are gone helps me be the good mother that I am. Until next month, I am a sexy, single mother longing for her next fling.