Life of Lindsay: Part 1

Finally off from work, Lindsay headed out the door as a man walked up to her asking if her place of employment was hiring. She told him not at the current moment but he could still go online and fill out a application for future openings. The man thanked her and told her he was praying to find a job soon. "Sir, you would have a lot more chances at getting a job by filling out applications than you would praying", she replied. The man's attitude abruptly changed as he replied to Lindsay that God is responsible for her job. "Oh really? Well in that case I expect him to be here tomorrow at 11 in the morning serving the customers their food, cleaning up their tables, and manning the register while I sit at home and kick my feet up with a beer in my hand. If he doesn't show up tomorrow he'll be fired right?", she responded. Lindsay was now irritated and just ready to go home. The man's forehead creased so hard, as he scowled, it reminded Lindsay of a Klingon causing her to chuckle. "Have a good day sir", she exclaimed as she shook her head on the way to the car. Finally home, just in time to greet her son off the school bus, she asked how his day was and he gave the usually tired old response of "good". "Sure", she thought knowing that was probably a lie unless he meant he didn't get caught on his smartphone at school. "You want to know how my day went?", she asked her 13 year old son. "No", he gave quickly. His eyes still glued to the glowing screen of the little black square device in his hand as he maneuvered into the kitchen to splurge on sugary snacks. "A guy got mad at me, as my shift finished, because I told him that filling out applications is the answer to getting a job and not prayer. He was mad. Like Klingon mad.", she chuckled. "Klingon mad?", her son asked. "Yeah, he was so upset his forehead creased so hard he looked like a Klingon!", she exclaimed in laughter. She sarcastically added, "We should go to church!". "Going to Church won't pay the bills or get me Advanced Warfare.", her son, Devin, chimed in. "Atta boy. I knew I kept you for a reason. Despite you sucking my purse dry.", she confessed. "Religious people are the worst", Devin said to which his mom replied "Leave your dad out of this". It gave them both a good laugh. Devin's father left him and his mom, Lindsay, when he was only two years old. Lured away into a affair by a woman who used Lindsay's atheist views to claim his father. She convinced him into joining a church and once he became religious he claimed he couldn't be with Lindsay anymore because of her so called "satanic" ways. That painful end to their relationship left some pretty significant psychological scars on Lindsay. His last words, before he left for good, was that God would take care of her and Devin. Turns out that Devin's father was wrong. Only Lindsay had been taking care of Devin. God was nowhere to be seen, just like Devin's father, when bills were due or Devin needed to be taken to doctors appointments and emergency room visits. "I'm still waiting for God to pay child support, since you're one of God's children", Lindsay said laughing while trying to sip some of her beer. The usual sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from her son's television in his room, from the most recent video game, was white noise to her as she laid on the couch drifting off to sleep for a late evening nap. A hour and a half later she was standing in the entrance to her kitchen, rubbing her barely awoken eyes, scanning the mess her teenage son made. "That boy will never learn", she thought to herself as she cleaned crumbs off the counter and rinsed off the dirty dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. She heated up some left over fajitas, from yesterday's dinner, and headed back to the living room and flicked on the television. The delicious smell was an inviting aroma to her nose as she surfed the channels until she stopped on the local news. A familiar face caught her eye as a mugshot of a man was shown who had been arrested an hour before for trying to assault a person in a convenience store. It was the same man Lindsay encountered earlier in the day who was asking about a job. She turned the television volume up as the news anchor reported the man had been belligerent after being told the convenience store was not hiring. "I'll pray for you", she sarcastically said to herself. Right as she made that statement, Devin came out of his room to observe his mom eating fajitas. "Any left over?", he asked. "Pray for some more. God answers all prayers.", she replied. Devin rolled his eyes before going back to his room to consume himself with video games and texts from many friends. Lindsay was doing some texting herself. She texted a man she had many fun nights with. Being in her early 30s, Lindsay often felt depressed about growing older. Zach, also in his early 30s, made Lindsay feel good mentally and physically. Oh and the sex was great, albeit silent as to not wake her son at night. He had long passed that age of cluelessness about the on goings of two adults behind closed doors. But in her view, hearing the sloppy sounds of Zach pounding her could be as intoxicating as the moaning sounds they could make the rare times Devin spent the night at a friends house. Unfortunately she couldn't visit him as much as he visited her. Zach lived by himself thirty minutes outside of the city and Lindsay did not feel comfortable leaving Devin by himself on a nightly basis. But Lindsay adapted to the situation just like a single mother has to learn how to do in order to survive in this world. If she wasn't at work day dreaming about him, she was at home texting the daylights out of him like a teenage girl with a huge crush. "Coming over tonight, be ready ;)", he texted. The speed at which she moved from the couch to the shower in her bathroom would have made the Starship Enterprise jealous. Thoughts of the last steamy night they had flooded her head. Riding him like a cowgirl while he sat on the leather couch one in the morning was a treat she couldn't wait to try again. Being a mother had its perks, but sex wasn't one of them. It was a cat and mouse game when it came to that. Waiting for her son to go to sleep or hiding away with Zach in another part of the house had become an art to Lindsay. Mommy wanted to have some fun with daddy, Zach, tonight and nothing was getting in the way. As soon as she finished showering she threw on some shorts, she normally wore around the house, and a shirt just in time to ring the doorbell ring. She hastily hurried to the door to open it. She tried to hold back the giddiness her inner teen was trying to show as she let Zach in. As he sat down on the couch, Lindsay went to her son's room to check on the little truant. She smiled deviously as she saw her son passed out on the bed for the night. She gladly closed his bedroom door and scooted back to the living room to sit in the lap of the guy her pussy drools for day after day. She played with his soft short hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Who needs Xanax when I have him in my grasp?", she asked herself silently. After a few consecutive kisses on the lips, she sighed a sigh of relief. "I lose all worries when you're here", she admitted. "Good thing we met at church. Praise God.", Zach said, causing Lindsay to roll her eyes and laugh. Zach was referring to the day when Lindsay pulled over into a Church parking lot because of a flat tire she had. Zach saw her trying to change the tire herself as he came to a stop at a red light, so being the gentleman that he is, and decided to pull in beside her and offer her assistance. As much as Lindsay liked the feel of Zach's cock against her ass, seeing as Zach liked to go commando, through his sweat pants, she got up to go get him a beer. As she stood straight up she felt the palm of his hand grab and then smack her nice round ass. "Mmm", she said, with a smile on her face. She put a little extra spice into her hip movement as she swayed into the kitchen, knowing full well that Zach was staring at her ass as if he was staring into a mesmerizing vortex. Something about that man drove her nuts, in a good way. Back on his lap, she popped open the lid and handed him the beer. He looked down at her crotch and noticed she had spilled some beer on herself. "You got beer on yourself babe", he informed her. "That's not beer, babe", she said. "But it is your fault though", she informed back at him. Zach took his hand and slid it in between her legs and rubbed her pussy, causing her shorts to dig in between her lips making them, and her, even more wet. With one swift movement, Lindsay was thrown towards the end of the couch as Zach climbed on top of her. "What did I do?", Lindsay asked? "You're being a slut", Zach answered. Lindsay scooched out of her shorts and pulled up her shirt and bra to expose her hard nipples so that he could suck on them. "But I'm not being a slut, I swear", Lindsay exclaimed in a innocent voice while unzipping Zach's pants at the same time. "I'm just a girl who wants some really good dick", she said as she batted her eyes trying to make herself look as innocent as possible while begging to be fucked silently. She grasped his dick in her hand and guided it inside of her slippery core. Hand around her throat and a hand on her breast, Zach did what he did best and pounded her like a sex deprived maniac. Her eyes rolled into the back of her hand in pure sexual bliss as her inside was being invaded by his hard cock. Her heart raced and her toes curled as she tried her best not to scream as her child was asleep soundly in his room. "How does my dick feel, baby?", he asked. "It feels so fucking good. You make my pussy feel so good baby", she said as her lips quivered. Pre-cum escaped his body as it mixed with her bodily fluids causing a rhythmic plopping sound. The wet sloppy sounds of fucking filled both their ears as they both yearned to reach the peak of Mt. Climax. Zach's back arched in retaliation as his warm seed expelled itself from the head of his cock. He let out a long groan as he collapsed on top of his lover on the couch. The sensation of her pussy being filled with warm gooey cum was too much for Lindsay to bear as she also climaxed. She bit his shoulder to keep herself from screaming out. Breathing heavily she told her lover to get a towel and a blanket. Zach leaned up and slowly pulled himself out of her. As he pulled out, he watched at how gooey and messy her pussy had become. Cum seeped out as he pulled himself out of her sensitive pussy lips. He wrecked her good. Which is exactly what she wanted. He pulled his shorts up and went to retrieve a towel, to clean up the wet spot on the leather couch, and blanket. After returning to the couch, and cleaning up the mess they gladly made, they laid back down on the couch in a spooning position, covering themselves with a thick blanket. As American Horror Story played on the television, Lindsay reached back to rub Zach's face as he was assessing the damage he had done to her pussy, with his fingers. "Tomorrow?", Zach asked, wondering if Lindsay was up for another visit and pounding. "Tomorrow", Lindsay answered back, already looking forward to what he would do to her tomorrow.