Divorse

I guess I am a typical bored, restless, neglected wife and mother. I started noticing our neighbor's son an he started noticing me. Drew is 18, one year younger than our son.

About three months ago on a Sunday morning, our neighbors were at church, my husband and my son were fishing, and Drew was mowing his parents' lawn while I was gardening.

We came up to the fence to talk. It turned pretty flirtatious. I mean, here was a tall, thin, muscular athlete in nothing but some small shorts, his whole body dripping sweat. I was wearing a bikini and a sheer shawl, showing off my body which is not bad for a mom and a woman my age.

Drew asked if he could fix anything in the house for me. He said he'd have two hours before his parents got home from church, plenty of time to take care of anything I needed done.

In truth, one of the bulbs in the light in the master bedroom had been out for a month. It's a delicate fixture and fairly high up. My husband hadn't gotten around to fixing it. Drew said he'd be happy to.

We were standing on the bed, me holding the new bulb as Dre unscrewed the old. I don't know what came over us...he had a shirt on by now, though a pretty tight and thin one that still showed off his body...but he put his hand on my breast.

I felt a jolt of electricity. My husband fucked me once a week but it was mechanical. He didn't touch me or admire my body anymore. Drew, less than half my age, knew how to touch me in a way that made me feel like a beautiful woman.

I cast my shawl off and it fell to the bed. Drew took my hand and put it on his chest. My husband had been strong and athletic when we met, but over the years he had let himself go. I had never cheated, so this was the first time in 15 years that I'd felt a muscular male body.

We flounced on the bed and put the lightbulbs on the nighstand. Clothes went flying. Drew was inside me in no time. Everything was big on this boy. His dick had to have been 9 inches. He was uncut, which was new to me.

He said sweet things to me and made sure I wasn't in pain, but his fuck was anything but sweet. He hammered that cock deep into my pussy and pounded me rhythmically. I felt his big balls slapping against me with every thrust.

He asked if I was on anything. I said no. He shocked me by saying, good, I've always wanted to risk it. My girlfriends have all been obsessed with birth control or pulling out.

What would I do with a baby at my age? He answered, tell your husband it's his, and raise it. John would get a little brother or sister. (John is my son.)

Please pull out, I begged him. No way, Mrs. Bradley, it just feels too good. You feel so good. With than, he thrust deep in me, looked me straight in the eye, and kissed me as he released his sperm in me.

It was a lot more than I was used to with my husband. My pussy was flooded and Drew's sperm was leaking out. We kissed and he cuddled me.

I'm old enough to be your mom and you are a year older than my son! I don't care, Mrs. Bradley. I love you.

I wrote it off as the imagination of a teenager but it turned out to be true. We started meeting secretly almost every night. He would fuck me two or three times (oh, the stamina!). Within a month I was unmistakably pregnant. I took 3 different brands of tests to be sure.

Drew surprised me because as much as we met at night to fuck, he also wanted to go on dates with me. We would drive separately to neighboring towns, where he took me hiking, or to the amusement park, or just to cafés where we could talk.

I cannot be dishonest with my husband and my son. I sat them down Friday and told them that I would be leaving with Drew when he graduates from high school in two weeks. I told them I would always care about them but that I needed to do this for me.

Drew makes me feel alive in a way I haven't felt in 15 or 20 years, to be honest. Obviously my husband and John, my son, are very upset. They've told our friends and all family. I am ostracized. It doesn't seem to matter, though, when Drew fucks me and then cradles my baby bump, knowing that our little on is growing inside.

I received a sizable inheritance from my father a decade ago and have kept it separate, so it can't be touched in the divorce. It's enough from Drew and me to move to the mountains, buy a nice home, and start a new life. He will do college online and my job is remote anyway, though when gets his degree in four years I'd like to be a stay-at-home mom and have more of his babies.

Drew truly is the man of my dreams!