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Isabella

Something was fishy, I could smell it, and I needed to know. There's no way he could turn from such a loner to a ladies' man in a week. Even with his big dick. God he had a big one. His father never... No, wrong train of thought.

James left his phone here. Fuck it, I'm gonna snoop. I shouldn't, though, my son deserves his privacy. But what if he's turning like his father? I'll keep my snooping brief. I'm just gonna message Amber and ask her as if I was him. Opening their messages in the chat, I saw she shared a picture of her underwear with a noticeable moist spot. She must really like him, at least. I promised myself not to snoop further, so I just wrote her:

'Hey, Amber. You're fine if I date Klara too and maybe some of my colleagues?'

She wrote back immediately: 'Of course, master. If you set your sight on anyone else, too, I'll do my best to help.'

'Master? MASTER? What kind of relationship is this, Amber? What did my son do to you?'

'Isabella? What the fuck? Get off of his phone. These texts are private. Just for him.'

'No, tell me what's going on here.'

'We're just having fun, it's none of your business.'

'It is my business, my son shouldn't treat women this way.'

'Oh I'm SO sorry that you can't understand why I like this. You're a stuck up old hag who never had a good dicking in her life. Did you even have sex after James was born? Can't believe I'm more mature about this than you.'

They say women show their claws when fighting for a partner, and damn did she have claws. Wait, fighting for a partner? Was I...?

Amber wrote again: 'Or are you just jealous? Jealous you can't make him hard but I can, even though your tits and ass are bigger?'

'How DARE you?'

'Seems like I was right, huh? You're just an old hag that needs to fuck her son to feel any appreciation for herself and her body, right? You need to fuck a young stud like James, just so you feel like you got **** on your old husband, right?'

Fuck. Was I this easy to read? I did want to have some payback on my joke of a husband and I did want to feel attractive. I mean, everyone does, no? The main issue is that I don't know any guy of the right age beyond... James.

Amber continued: 'Here's what you'll do. You hand James his phone back. You apologize for snooping and doubting him. If he still finds you hot, he'll compliment you or touch you. Otherwise you know you're unfuckable. And after this, you'll shut up about any woman master fucks, alright?'

I didn't want to respond. But she was right. I should apologize. Especially because I was given more information than I wanted anyway. And honestly, why did I even distrust him? Just because his father hurt me? He never lied to me about anything before either, I had no reason to distrust him. I... I am scared of being alone, right? I am scared of seeing him bringing home young woman after young woman, never spending time with me, feeling like an eternal third wheel to his new friends. It also reminds me of his father fucking someone younger than me, but... I shouldn't be mad at James for dating people his age, I was wrong for judging him the same way I judged his father.

I went to my new room. I thought about what to do for several minutes. Eventually, I undressed, remaining just in my underwear. Isabella +1SP (+69SP) I knocked on his door, this was probably just disturbing him. When he allowed me to enter... Allowed me? I was his mom, wasn't I? But no, this time the roles felt reversed. I was the unruly one. "J-James, you left your ph-phone in the kitchen room." Isabella +1SP (+70SP) "I-I'm sorry for distrusting you, I-I... contacted Amber through your phone to know if you were telling the truth." Isabella +4SP (+74SP)

"Mom, give me my phone." He snatched it quite brutally, as I wanted to give it to him. It hurt, but I knew that complaining would just make him angrier, and in the moment, his anger seemed like the last thing I wanted.

"Why are you in your underwear, mom?" Fuck, what do I say to this? I had hoped that he'd compliment me, or maybe even touched me, but he's just asking. Maybe if I can give him a well-thought out answer, I can make it clear that I want to feel wanted by him...?

Before I had the time to come up with anything, he was unzipping his pants. His dick was erect. I wanted to yell at him for doing this but at the same time, it was the most sincere compliment he could have given my body. I made him hard, not Amber. Even with my body in my late-forties, I still had it. Fuck, they knew how to push my buttons and I was just melting into nothingness. And it felt like drifting back into the days of yore. Before I ever suspected that my husband was cheating on me, before I worried about still looking young, before my life became miserable piece by piece. I was happier this way, no matter how unethical it felt. Honestly, no amount of cheery self-help books or therapy could have fixed me. I needed evidence that my body was still good, that I was still good. Solid, rock-hard, big evidence.

I am his mother, I should be looking out for him, raise him. But maybe... Maybe he didn't need to be raised anymore. Maybe I shouldn't see myself as the superior, the only adult here. He was now an adult too. And honestly, he knew more about the world than I did now. This is what happens when you spend basically every day indoors with nothing to do as a housewife who's kids moved out for college and adult life.

"Yeah, this is all because of you."

He seemed calmer and I was relieved. Almost naturally, I began to undress. This made me realize that I wasn't undressing out of fear. I wanted this. I wanted this. Isabella +5SP (+79SP) I wanted his eyes to ogle my body, I wanted him to take me in passionate sex just to show my old husband that I too, can fuck young and hot people, that they want me too. But I shouldn't make demands of James, it felt improper, it felt wrong. The only way to feel this confident again was not through a pity fuck but for him to take me. But he has things to do and I might be keeping him away from his schedule.

"Mom, I accept your apology. But if my erect dick isn't enough and you want to know how attractive I really find you... I invite you to make me cum twice tonight." This was it! The ultimate proof, a testament to my beauty. I didn't even hesitate. I didn't care anymore. All I wanted, was for him to shower me in his passionate love for my body.

It had been ages, since I last did it, so I was out of practice, but I put his dick in my mouth. Blowjobs were more difficult than I remembered, but that was probably partially the fault of his dick's size as well. I increased my pace, licking his shaft as far as I could, until he finally came. I dutifully swallowed his cum. He didn't warn me, but he didn't tell me whether to swallow it either. I just did what felt right, what would get him back up again as quickly as possible, what I hoped he would like the most. But now I was at an impasse. He told me to make him cum, but I didn't really know any other options. And I doubt he'll accept another blowjob.

As I thought about it, there was just one option. I climbed on top of him, and let his dick enter my pussy. I had trouble moving at first, but eventually, I could move myself up and down his shaft. I came. Hard. Amber was right, I needed a good dicking. But more importantly, I needed him to cum a second time. My mind was now fully focused. Nothing else mattered to me in this moment, not Amber, not Klara, not my decency, only him ejaculating mattered. And then it finally happened. "Thank you so much, James." Isabella +20SP (+99SP)

He didn't answer, he just kissed me. And grabbed my breasts to massage them. I think that really means, that he still finds me beautiful.

"What do you want to do after the divorce, mom?", he suddenly asks. "Whatever you want me to. I know well enough now, that you know everything about me and can get me to do whatever you want. I'm not gonna fight your decision, I'll simply follow it. It's what's best for me after all. You've **** me to make difficult decisions the past few days, and even if you were rough about it, I needed that. I needed the wake-up slap and think about my future, my divorce, my shattered self-perception." "And if you could choose? If I promised you to honor your choice? What would you want?"

"I..." did he really mean it? "I... have given up. I'm a quitter. I'm not gonna fight for a different fate. I don't want to try or learn new things. I think it's too late for me to start a new career. Nor have I ever really wanted one, and I don't think I could do it alone anyway. I've never made such big decisions in my life, and that train has passed. I'll do my best to please you as a housewife, mother, and woman, the only thing I truly learned to do well in my life. With all the women you'll probably bring home I'll be less alone than before anyway."

He seemed a bit surprised by my answer. But then he told me what would become the guiding principles of my new life: "On your own, you will do everything in the household. You'll do what you can to help me in my future relationships. You'll be naked in the house. You will also address me master in the house. You'll fully move in after the divorce is through."

"Thank you, master." Isabella +1SP (+100SP)

Author's note: From now on I will release the stories not one at a time, but in bulks, typically they will be one day of the story. I have written this story one (story) week in advance, as currently my ideas flow so quickly, that I barely have time to proofread my old stuff, because getting them on paper matters more. In the next week of the story, every day will be 3-4 chapters long, Monday will have 5.