Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Lonely Housewife Succumbs: 7

I started to cry uncontrollably when I heard, "Mom I'm home."

My god it's 10:10 am and I'm still in fucking bed. My daughter just got home and is going to find me looking like I just got laid last night! Shit! I did! What the hell was I thinking? That god damn Emma. Shit! Shit! Shit!

I scrambled out of bed racing to the bathroom as I shouted, "Hi honey. I'm in the shower. I'll be down in a little bit." I quickly turned the shower on and jumped in. I turned the hot water up and let it run off my sore, tired, and hungover body! What on earth happened to me last night? I went from a nice suburban housewife to some sort of tawdry slut. Oh gosh. I remember calling myself a slut last night. What on earth got into me. I hung my head in shame wondering what I was going to do.

I finally got out of the shower and tried to formulate a game plan as to how best to handle this situation I had gotten myself into.

First is dealing with my daughter. She is going to want details about the event last night and unfortunately the only things I can remember are XXX rated. Shit!

Second how do I handle Scottie? Do I ignore him and pretend last night never happened? No, I can't do that. He is a nice young man that made me feel special and took great care of me. He did nothing wrong. This is all my doing. I have to talk to him and explain my situation.

know all the details as well, none of which I can share with her. She will know I'm holding back but I don't trust her to keep

but I'm not in love with him. He shows

because I am lacking something in my life. I need to understand what I need and then get it. Easier said then done after all these years of basically living by myself. I looked in the mirror and saw a lonely insecure woman. Gosh as much as last night was a major mistake on my part I have to admit that Scottie made me feel wanted and desired. I'm not talking about the sex portion but

that my daughter would not put me on the witness stand. "Mom why are you just getting up? Late night last night?" she said with a smirk. Here we go I thought. "No young lady.

mom. I came home to find some of the couch cushions were on the floor and more importantly the front door was unlocked! You never leave the front

games. Cushions were on the floor as we were sitting on

me. That's okay. I get it. I'm just a 17 year old. But I'm happy for you mom. I'm glad you finally had some fun. God

but I unfortunately reacted, "Wait a

said, "Oh come on mom. You know what I mean. You never go out. You are always home by yourself because dad is never home. Do I have to spell it out? I only want you to be happy and have fun. I gotta go as we are going down to the lake today with a bunch

dreaded looking at it but I did. It read, "Hey gorgeous I know you have a lot on your mind but I just

How can this "kid" be more sensitive to my needs than my non existent husband! Shit! How do I respond? Do I