Chapter 1

Mother's Little Helper

Chapter One

Up at five thirty, in and out of the bathroom, downstairs to start breakfast. Jack's up by six and I can hear him shuffling around upstairs. I have to get back up there, rousing Amy first, my daughter, frowning at me, disliking me because I'm her mom and she's fifteen and hates me. Into Jack Junior's room, JJ, who's all of nine and smiling first thing, blinking as I hurry him out of bed. Into the nursery, getting Jilly up, she's going to need the potty right away. She's three and my little angel and she just needs some hand holding going down the stairs.

Jack's got the wrong tie and I give it a tug and shake my head as we pass. He's running late, as always, and so am I. So are the kids. I'm yelling, begging, threatening, getting everyone dressed and into the kitchen. Amy doesn't want to eat. She's getting fat. The boys won't like her if she has a little toast. JJ wants the chocolate cereal, not the one with the Tiger on it. Jilly is making a snowman out of her instant oatmeal.

I spend five minutes arguing with Amy before she huffs and puffs upstairs, stomping all the way, just so she can wear a stupid bra. Jack stayed out of that conversation, she's his Princess, but even a princess has to wear a bra to school. She hates me a little more. JJ can't find his homework, he left it on the table and he's mad cause someone stole it. I spend ten minutes looking before I find it in his room, right where he left it. No apologies, just a roll of the eyes. Someone else must have put it there.

Jack's gone to work, with a kiss on the cheek and a brave smile, off to slay the dragons of home owners insurance. Amy running out the door and I know her boyfriend is parked around the corner waiting for her, but I'm saving that fight for later. JJ has to run for his bus. Jilly needs a bath, my kitchen is a disaster. The bedrooms upstairs, the bathroom, like world war three happened all over again.

It happened yesterday too, and the day before. It'll happen again tomorrow, but there's no time for any of that. Bath time for Jilly, a quick shower for me, real quick. Five minutes in front of the mirror trying to look attractive. Dressing Jilly, packing her tote, one quick look around to make sure I turned off the coffee maker. Out the door. Driving across town to preschool, traffic, traffic ... Waiting and Jilly wants her doll, the one that fell on the floor of the van. I can't reach it and she's crying. More promises, more traffic.

I drop Jilly off and I'm free. Eight in the morning and I have three whole hours to take care of everything that needs to be done to keep the house running. Shopping, pay the bills, clean the house. I'm nonstop, going a hundred miles an hour until eleven when I pick up Jilly, then we do the last minute things. The errands I forgot. Dry cleaning, picking up Jack's suit, big presentation coming, gotta have it today! Oops, Amy needs some silk for her home economics class. She's sewing a dress, a silk one, it has to be emerald too. No other color will do and I hit three places before I can find some a twenty three dollars a yard. Lunch, is it time for lunch?

I'm running late.

"Jesus, Gina, you look terrible." Stacy was waiting for me, smiling as I walked into the Olive Garden holding Jilly.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "I love you too."

I looked around for a waitress, needing a booster seat for Jilly. We did lunch every Tuesday, my oldest bestest friend and me. Sometimes there were other women, other wives who joined us, but today it was just me and Stacy.

"I mean it, you gotta slow down or something," she told me seriously.

"Heh." I grinned at her. "Where's that waitress, Jilly, just ... Sit still, okay, honey?"

We spent an hour that I couldn't spare talking, mostly about nothing. A lot of good natured bitching, as always,, some gossip about people we knew or didn't. It was fun, but I kept looking at my watch, the way I always do. Jilly needed her nap. I had to do the laundry and get ready for the kids to get home from school. I needed to start thinking about dinner. Jack Junior's soccer practice after school almost slipped my mind. I was supposed to pick him up today, I suddenly remembered, being my day to carpool him and his four friends.

"Oh God," I sighed and Stacy just smiled and shook her head.

"Here, I shouldn't do this, but..." she sighed, opening her purse.

"What?" I watched her, narrowing my eyes.

"Take these, Gina. You look like you need some serious pick-up." Stacy opened a plastic cylinder, the orange kind with a childproof cap.

"What are those?" I asked as she tapped a couple green and white capsules onto her palm.

"Diet pills." Stacy grinned at me. "Speed. Believe me, you take these and by dinner time you'll be a week ahead of schedule."

"God, don't tease me." I laughed. "No, I don't want to take anything."

"Go on, two pills won't hurt," she insisted, holding them out.

"But ... What are they?" I frowned because I'd never taken drugs in my life, at least not when I wasn't sick.

"They're just ... diet pills." She jerked her hand a little, being the persistant friend and so I took them, reluctantly.

"You're sure they're safe?" I looked at her and she nodded.

"I'm sure. Go on." Stacy smiled. "You can thank me later."

"Okay," I sighed, not totally sure I wanted to, but I trusted her and I was spread so thin just then.

"Hi!" I smiled at Jack as he came through the door and I felt beautiful, for the first time in a long time.

I'd gotten my laundry done in record time. Jilly had slept like the baby she'd so recently been. I'd gotten JJ and his friends a little ice cream and he loved me. Amy still hated me, but that was okay. She was happy with the silk, although she wouldn't tell me that. Dinner was in the oven, the kids were taking care of themselves, and I looked radiant.

"Well, hi." Jack smiled and I could see him trying to remember why this day was special. That seemed funny and I'd let him worry about it for awhile.

His eyes were remembering me though and Jack hadn't looked at me like that in too long. The truth was I hadn't given him a reason to. I stood close, holding a glass of wine just for him, wearing a nice outfit, a thin summer dress with nothing beneath it. I'd thought about lingerie, but the kids were home, and that dress worked anyway. It was cornflower blue like my eyes, and my blonde hair was brushed; my lips red and inviting. I smelled like strawberries.

"Give me that ... and you take this..." I smiled, trading wine for his briefcase.

My nipples were hard and my sex already moist. How long since we'd had sex, I wondered. Not the obligatory Friday night mutual masturbation that our sex had become after sixteen years and three kids, but making love before the sun had set completely. While the television was on and the stove was hot. How long since we'd done it because we were selfish and in love? Too long ... Just like the look in Jack's eyes.

He'd forgotten I could still look like a woman. That I had full C-cup breasts that weren't quite as firm as they'd once been, but they were still good enough to turn a man's head. My sensitive nipples were dark and stiff and obvious through the cotton, and they still pointed out and up instead of down. I had a small, flat tummy and now he could see it. My hips were still there. I had a shape and long legs and a pert, round butt when I took the time to wear something nice. When I had the time and the energy to be a woman instead of just a wife and mother.

"What's going ... on?" Jack smiled as I led him upstairs, putting a finger to my lips and giggling.

It was so much fun, sneaking into our own bedroom, slipping tip-toe past our kids. I closed the door, licking my lips and slipping to the carpet on my knees, which I hadn't done since ... God, since forever. Oral wasn't my thing and my husband was lucky if I gave him head on our anniversary, but I wanted him now. Not for any real reason, except we hadn't done it like that in a long time. I hadn't had the vigor for it. Looking beautiful, being selfish, sucking your husband's cock at six in the evening, all of that takes real a zest for life. I finally had some.

"Gina ... Oh ... Shit ... What's gotten into you?" Jack's cock felt hot in my hands, and harder than it had been in five years.

"Mmmm ... You are, lover," I breathed, turning my eyes upward with a smile. I pressed his thickness against my face, sighing softly as I just enjoyed the sensation of his manhood caressing my cheek.

I felt like I was cheating on my husband. How silly is that? I mean it though, this was different for us, enough so that it seemed like we were with someone else. It was good like that and I opened my mouth eagerly, taking my husband's generous penis into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue while his eyes stared into mine. He swallowed half his wine quickly while I wrapped my lips around the shaft, staining his hot flesh red with my lipstick, sliding my mouth up and down slowly.

He used his free had to push his pants down and I helped Jack undress while I nursed on his cock. I felt like the high school girl I'd been while we dated some sixteen years before. We'd done this sort of thing a lot back then, having sex at any and every opportunity, and we both assumed it would be like that forever. We'd get married and have great sex every day for the rest of our lives. I wonder if anyone, or perhaps everyone, has those same silly ideas when they're seventeen and hopelessly in love.

"Jesus, Gina ... I love you so much ... I don't tell you enough, I know, but..." My husband felt guilty and it made me smile around his cock.

"Shhh ... I know..." I licked my lips, stroking his wet ruddy penis with my hand. "I love you too."

"You're beautiful," he said, but with a conviction I hadn't heard in a long time and I lowered my lips to his balls, breathing in his male musk and licking his sack. He liked that sort of thing much more than I did, but I felt so good and I wanted to reward him.

"Mmmm..." I kissed his balls and even drew his sack into my mouth, sucking on his testes one at a timewhile he stroked my hair. His cock lay heavily across my upturned face, astride my nose and over my left eye, leaking clear precum into my hair. I took him into my mouth again, sucking his cock the best I knew how.

It really is like riding a bicycle and I even had him in my throat after a few minutes. Taking every inch of him, and in truth he's not huge, but nicely thick and long enough that it was special taking all of him. Deep throating the cock that had made my children, it was a thought that warmed me, literally and figuratively, and I made love to him with my mouth. Rewarding him for working hard and providing us with a home and food. He stayed as busy as me, only in a different way, and I did take him for granted, like he did with me. We just assumed things happened by themselves, although we knew they didn't. He did his job and I did mine. We deserved this.

I felt his hands digging into my hair, gripping me, holding me tight and moving me the way he liked. His wine glass was empty, dropped forgotten to the carpet while I drank the spit and precum filling my mouth. Jack moaned softly, urging me to move a little faster, suck him a little harder, and I enjoyed it. Mouthing his cock, feeling it strong and hot. He was full of desire for me, his heavy balls loaded with eager sperm, despite his vasectomy. We could pretend otherwise and I liked that. I wanted him inside my body.

I held his balls in my hand, rolling them gently while he pushed with hips, getting anxious. It felt good for both of us and he was nodding, working his shaft between my lips, over my tongue and occasionally into my throat as I opened for him. I slipped my mouth away before he could cum, kissing and licking down the underside. I took his balls once again into my mouth. I wetted them thoroughly, sucking and making soft humming noises so he could feel the vibrations and laugh with the pleasure of it. I was smiling too, my mouth full with Jack's lightly furred scrotum and I had my hand between my thighs, under my dress so I could feel my vulva. I'd grown hot and wet with anticipation an hour before, my labia swollen with desire. My clitoris hard and thrumming with excitement. I fingered myself while I mouthed my husband's balls.

"Let me inside ... Come here..." Jack wanted me, he wanted to cum inside me. Not in my mouth, but in my sex, in my womb.

"Yeah," I breathed happily, letting him pull me to my feet. He stood naked and I was as undressed as I needed to be.

He put me on the bed, pushing my dress up around my hips and lifting my legs. He wanted me the old fashioned way, face to face the way we hadn't done it since we'd made Jilly. He put my knees over his shoulders, smiling and staring into my eyes and I nodded agreeably, biting my bottom lip as I felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing across my slit. He split my labia easily, sliding into my sex without any protest or resistance. I opened up for him so quickly and just like that we were making love.

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling no discomfort at all as my husband leaned forward, lifting my ass off the bed, giving his hardness a straight path into the depths of my humid womb. He fucked me slowly at first, making me groan as I felt my orgasm rising. My first in years it seemed. I hadn't cum just from fucking in ages. I wasn't even sure I could anymore and I'd bought a vibrator just for that selfish pleasure, but there it was. I pulled him against me, wanting it harder and faster and deeper. He was going to set me off any moment and I closed my eyes, whimpering with joy when it happened.