Kimberly Jet - Housewife

Kimberly sat on a plane flying across sapphire seas a tiny island off in the distance. She looked at it and longed for it more than anything else in the world right then and there. She turned her head from the view to her two kids, Her daughter Jessica and her son Bobby. The two of them leaning in their seats to get a view of the island with her. As she looked around the plane she saw everyone was trying to get a glimpse of it. She looked at all the beautiful people surrounding her wondering if they were the same as her and her kids. Throwing everything away chasing some spur of the moment desire.

Yesterday she was just a housewife to a husband she felt put her last in everything, and constantly put her down by saying she was expired goods. Today she was a runaway wife with her two kids off to some fantasy island with a stolen life savings from her husband. Yet she didn't feel bad about it either in fact she felt delighted, a fullness filling her she hadn't felt in a long time. She originally hadn't planned to even take her kids awful as that sounds, but now she was glad she did it wouldn't feel right without them with her she had to bring them. Hell they didn't even object in the least when she told them she was leaving New Years morning and never coming back, and in fact they beamed happily and said they wanted to come with.

Her daughter Jessica was a mirror of what she was at 18, a beyond perfect body with a perfect face. The head cheer leader of her Highschool and queen bee. A dangerous little flirt to, always getting into trouble teasing people with her stunning look. In the back of her head Kimberly even thought, "a little slut" to remembering when she found videos on her phone a few days ago. Each and everyone of them more depraved than the last sucking off every member of her Highschool's varsity football team. She should of been furious at her for acting that way, but instead she was just jealous and copied the videos to her phone impressed her baby girl could throat a cock. Now though she felt closer to her than ever and she knew Jessica felt the same way back.

Her eyes drifted to her son Bobby, another little trouble maker. The captain of his school's varsity Basketball team, and a towering mass of muscle. Kimberly had long since known he had been dating several different girls all behind each other's backs. She should of scolded him for it she knew that, but instead she had been on the inside proud of him keeping his secret. Some part of her loved knowing that her son was just a massive stud with the ladies. Judging from the extra large condoms stretched to bursting by something very very thick and long she found stacked in a mountain in his bedroom trash bin week after week, that he was giving each and every one of those girls something to make up for it anyway.

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes thinking about her life until now. She had been no different than her kids when she was their age. It was the best time of her life honestly, fooling around with everyone she could and partying like an animal. She used to say "If I don't wake up with someone on top of me it was a bad night." From her 18th birthday to her senior year of college was the best time of her life, when she felt truly like herself. Then she was **** to change, to fit into something that "befit a proper damn woman!" by her parents. She always regretted that she just sat back and complied, and faking being a "good girl." Subjecting herself to being the woman that everyone wanted her to be and not the one she wanted. She married a "nice" boy who the day after the honey moon who quickly showed her wasn't so nice. Having two twins she felt had drifted away from her more and more every day, by not being her natural self they way they did. Finally just feeling like she was wasting away to nothingness. She thought back to the day before when she knew she wanted more.

Kimberly was watching the ball drop on new years in her living room couch all alone folding laundry. Her husband had gone to be before the clock even passed seven, and her kids Jessica and Bobby now adults since last month were out partying with friends. She wanted more than this she thought, she wanted more than to just be some housewife sitting ignored by her family all alone.

Her eyes watched the tv screen as a some popstar she never heard of was singing and dancing some awful song, and prancing across a stage to a roaring crowd in Time's Square. Despite every person in the crowd and the most coming from her mouth from the freezing New York winter, the popstar was strutting around in barely anything. As she finished up her act and waved good bye to the cheering crowd, the camera cut back to two news anchors in full winter coats talking on a podium over the crowd going back and forth about the show. One says to the other "There goes the years top selling artist!" the other says back "Don't forget Time's winner of most beautiful woman of the year vote."

Kimberly's jaw practically hit the floor, she was positively stunned. "That was the most beautiful woman of the year!" She thought to herself, "That no ass 7/10." Kimberly couldn't believe it why even she looked better than her she thought. She was still turning heads every day and getting cat calls without fail. Her figure was exceptionally full in both in the chest and the rump, and her stomach was still tight and toned. Thinking of the comments on her son's twitter when she was in the background of one of his selfies, calling her a total milf. Only to undercut herself in her own head a moment after "Even passed my prime."

Then her thoughts drifted back to longing for more, she didn't want to be all alone on New Years Eve. She didn't want to be with a husband who ignored her. She wanted to be like her kids out partying it up. She was only 36, she was old but she wasn't that old. As the clock counted down her mind reached a conclusion, and the moment the New Year began she said to herself "Fuck this shit I'm leaving." Then the instant the New Year began an ad played for the Pleasure Resort on Paradite Island, and she knew where she wanted to be.

She found out the day after when she told her kids bags packed at dawn she was leaving, as they were just returning from their party. Yet to her surprise not only did they support what she was doing they wanted to come along, feeling the same **** need to go after seeing the same commercial pop up at the party. The three of them had hopped into her car and cleaned out her husband's bank account booking a flight before her husband even woke up.