Mother Knows Best

After a month of very little talking since we were now broken up, I decided to take a trip up to Mr. Myspace's house. When he answered the door he looked a little confused as to why I was there. I could see his mom in the kitchen cooking, as I heard her yell "oh hey Jimmy!" He now had to let me in whether he wanted to or not. I walked in and he went to the computer room. As I was in the kitchen talking to his mom and catching her up on how I was doing, I could hear him typing away. My mind automatically went to the fact that he was talking to other guys, or his pot head friends. I tried to ignore the sound and just kept talking to his mom. I knew that the more I talked to her the more his blood boiled. So I talked louder. She told me how she was talking to Mr. Myspace's father again, and that they had been considering working things out. It was then that I realized that I could be playing this game my whole life. I refused to end up being like his mother and after years of marriage finding out he was cheating the entire time. I was determined to break this family cycle. I suppose Mr. Myspace told her about what I had said before we had broken up, or she could just feel the tension in the room, but she suggested that the three of us walk around the block for pizza. While walking over Mr. Myspace walked ahead to go return some movies back to the movie rental, and me and her went to the pizza place. She then began to complain to me how Mr. Myspace was frustrating her, because he has all this potential, and instead all he's doing is working at dunkin' donuts. I felt the same way. She asked me if I could try talking to him, and help him get his act together. She aid that he would be out all night, and sometimes not even come home, because he was upset that his father might be moving back in. They had just flown down to Florida to see his sisters, since they go to college out there playing soft ball, and while they were out there his father told them about his affair. It must have been like reliving the whole thing over again for Mr. Myspace. His Dad had been living with the mistress for about three months, and now wanted to come back home. I couldn't imagine being in his mother's shoes. Of course you want your husband to move back home, but how can you trust him again? I didn't want to be in the place 20yrs from now. I told her I would do my best to try and talk to him, but I told her that we hadn't really been on speaking terms. She said she heard about what happened, and Mr. Myspace walked in from behind her. She knew that he heard what we were talking about. He claimed once again that me and his situation was nothing like his parents, and before he could say anymore his mom stepped in and said, "it's exactly the same". She went on to explain how cheating is cheating, it doesn't matter if your with someone for 2 years or 20 years. I was shocked. I totally didn't see that one coming. We got our pizza and sat down. We talked about each others lives, and didn't return to a conversation about relationships. Before we knew it we were all laughing and having a good time. For once he wasn't yelling at his mom, and she wasn't nagging him about anything, and we just laughed. I had a good time. We went back to the house and his mom said that she was tired and going to head off to bed. It was early for her, but I was glad. I wanted the opportunity to talk to Mr. Myspace. While she went upstairs, I sat oh the white leather couch. The lights were off but the light from the kitchen made it possible to see. I could have turned the T.V. on, but I didn't bother. I laid down and closed my eyes. When I opened them there was a candle light. Mr. Myspace loved to randomly light candles. Not to be romantic, he just liked the smell of them. He sat down at the edge of the couch by my feet, and took out his phone. The screen light up his face. I knew that sitting up and seeing what he was doing would cause in argument. So I did what I do best to get his attention. I stuck my foot in between his legs and rubbed his crouch and inner thigh. It seemed as though when ever I would brush up against Mr. Myspace's crouch, either it be on purpose or on accident, it would make him instantly hard, which was a total turn on for me. He took my foot and began to rub it. It felt so good, as if we were a couple. He put my big toe onto his lips and began to lick my toes. I never knew how good that it could feel. I sat up and sat on his lap. We began to make out passionately. I put my hand up his shirt to feel his hairy chest. Before I knew it my shirt was off and my pants were around my ankles. Our hairy body's rubbing up against each other. He scratched his nails down my back. What normally would have hurt any other time, felt so good. I had missed his touch that badly. That was the first night that we had done it in his living room. If his Dad would have still been living there we would have never gotten the opportunity, because he would have been watching us like a hawk unless we were to go into the basement on his futon. I went home that night knowing he had missed me as much as I had missed him....