Sometimes the days just run one right into the next. On a typical weekday, she spends eight hours at the office, then rushes home to try to put something resembling a meal on the table. Some days the kids are all home and they eat together just like families used to do every night. Most days, however, dinner is whatever can be found, whenever each one happens to come through the door. Sometimes there are leftovers. More often the kids can be found eating a bowl of cold cereal or some microwaved pizza rolls in front of the t.v. She feels the most guilt when dinner, once again, is whatever can be picked up at the McDonald's drive through.

He works most evenings while she does her best to accomodate the kids' needs. They're getting older now and their needs mainly consist of needing five dollars for this, ten dollars for that, or another check to fill up their lunch accounts. When the kids go off with friends, she wanders the house, tossing in another load of laundry, picking up a stray sweatshirt that didn't make it to the hamper or tidying up the family room. Sometimes she wonders if all she is to them is a waitress, a maid, a chaufeur. Sometimes she wonders if this is all there is to life... work, cook, clean, go to bed, then get up and do it all over again.

She hates the fact that her life seems to be running on a separate plane than his. By the time he gets home near midnight every night, she is sound asleep. The alarm clock will be going off in just a few hours and she'll have to be ready to face another day and do it all again.

But sometimes, she needs to prove to herself that there is more to her than this. She is more than just a mom. There are many nights when he comes home and crawls into bed that she is vaguely aware that he is not ready to go to sleep yet. She hears the soft sounds of the tv as he tries to unwind. There have been times when she allows herself to remain in the hazy layer of sleep when he presses himself against her and kisses her gently on the back of her neck. But there are other times that she is accutely aware that all it will take is the slightest acknowlegement on her part and she will feel him grow aroused, pressed against the small of her back.

On a night such as this, she knows just how to play it out. At his touch, she rolls over to face him, pretending she is barely awake. She reaches her arm across his chest and buries her face in his neck. She can feel his heart pounding, knowing how badly he wants to touch her, but not wanting to disturb her sleep. She pretends to absently toss the covers off, still allowing him to believe she is half asleep. She gives him a few moments to study her body, her tank top creeping up on her stomach and wearing nothing else but a thong. She feels his hand rubbing the soft skin of her hip and grazing across her stomach. She knows her nipples are protruding through the thin fabric of the tank top and she gives him a few moments to simply gaze over her. She murmurs, "mmmmm" against his neck and allows her hand to slowly make it's way down his stomach. Slowly and gently, she begins to stroke his cock through his boxer briefs and she feels him tremble beneath her touch.

She begins to kiss his neck as she slides her hand inside his underwear and presses it around his hard and throbbing cock. She has given him the go-ahead and he twists his body to cover her mouth with his. He is fully erect now and she encircles his hard shaft with her hand and begins to stroke. She knows how much he loves to be stroked and she plays with him, moving her hand in ways that will make him crazy. She reaches her fingers lower and begins to graze his balls gently with her finger tips then returning her hand to stroke his throbbing cock, up and down, up and down. She feels his skin growing hot as his desire grows and she brings herself up on her knees and straddles his legs, pulling his underwear down off of his body, leaning over to kiss and lick his shaft as she does so.

He is gazing at her with fire in his eyes and she remains sitting upright so that he can watch her pull the tank over her head, her nipples hard and begging for attention. He reaches up to pinch them between his fingers as she tosses the underwear aside, then stretches out to lay beside him once again. His fingers continue to pinch her nipples while he intermittently presses his palms against her breasts. Her hands don't want to quit caressing his cock and she grasps him in her hand and squeezes hard while stroking the skin over and over.

He is moaning now, "Mmmm. MMMMM. Ohhhhh," and she rubs her thumb around the ridge of his cock. She knows that the inside part of the ridge is a sensitive spot for him and she teases it over and over, running her thumb round and round before grabbing his shaft again and continuing the pattern of squeezing, stroking and petting his balls.

Soon his fingers find their way between her legs and he strokes her inner thighs, over and over, each time coming closer and closer to her sweet spot. She can feel her clit swelling, aching for his attention. Finally, slips a finger inside the lace of her thong and moves it aside as he places one finger inside her, finding her dripping with desire and strokes her round and round. She is aware of him bringing his finger to his lips as he sucks the taste of her, then returns, pulling the thong down her legs and then placing one, two, three fingers inside of her. She feels as if there is a fire building inside of her and the ache makes her want to please him more, to prove to him that she is still one-hundred percent woman.

He continues petting and stroking her in rhythm with the stroking she is giving his cock and she feels the need to take control of him. She lifts herself up and straddles his legs, sitting on her knees as he lies on his back, his legs slightly parted and his cock pointing erect, begging for more of her attention. She sits on his legs and watches her hands as they encircle his cock and she continues to coax him. She likes the feeling of him throbbing inside of her hands. She likes to watch his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids drift closed as his lips part and he moans, "Ohhhh...."

Her fingers are squeezing, stroking, never stopping as she inches herself closer to his cock. His head is tipped back as he basks in the pleasure of her hands massaging him. Then she lifts her hips slightly and guides the tip of his cock to her pussy, gliding it around and around her clit.

"Oh, god..." he moans. "Suck on it. PLEASE," he begs. She makes him wait a moment, makes him wonder if she'll accomodate his request while she continues pleasuring herself with his shaft. Then slowly, she stretches out her legs behind her and drops herself down between his legs, looking into his begging eyes and takes a deep lick starting with his balls and slowly working her way to his head. She licks him like an ice cream cone that she can't get enough of, making his cock glimmer with her saliva before taking him full in her mouth and beginning to suck. She sucks him over and over, harder and harder, fucking him with her mouth while she takes great pleasure in the sensation of him throbbing against her tongue.

Suddenly he reaches his hands under her armpits and hauls her up against his chest. He rolls her over on her back and she parts her legs for him, begging him to come inside her. He braces himself with his hands and she pulls her knees up and together they watch as his cock thrusts inside her deeply. He thrusts in her faster and faster and she presses her hips against him allowing him to fuck her deeply. She knows how much he loves to see her touch herself and she slips her fingers down to rub her clit while he thrusts. She knows how good she can make him feel when he makes her climax and she encourages him, "Oh, yes. Baby! Right there. Don't stop... Oh.. OH... OH YES, YES, YES. And she feels herself raining down on his cock and she smiles and murmurs, "God that felt incredible.... now it's your turn..."

She presses her hands on his chest and pushes him onto his back again. She straddles him and wraps her hands around his cock, now glistening with her juices and she squeezes. He is throbbing and her hands glide smoothly over his shaft. She moves her hands in rhythm, slowly at first and picking up speed little by little. She simply can not get enough of the throbbing and she continues to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke, faster, faster, faster. His breathing is intense and she can feel him beginning to climax. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh yes... Oh my god." Her hand is gliding furiously over his shaft, stroking, squeezing. He moans loudly, one last time, "OH MY GOD as his hot cum explodes from his cock, coming in quick bursts while she continues to stroke him over and over until the flow of cum subsides.

Finally, she presses her body against his, feeling his juices spreading across her stomach. She kisses him, bringing one finger to her lips and sucking it as she kisses him goodnight, content in the fact that he won't forget that she is still so much more than her daily life would lead most to believe.