I'd love to! I live in the US and I am fully literate and dedicated. Here's a sample:
She watched with an empty smile as her son walked out the door with his girlfriend. "I hope you two have a nice dinner," she murmured. When she heard the throaty grumble of the car leaving the driveway, she laid down on the coach. Why did she feel so sad? Her son had found love and she was happy for him, right? No... she couldn't shake the loneliness that made her lip quiver whenever she saw them kiss. She used to be kissed like that, so rough and controlling. He grew up just like his father. She ached desperately for his touch. Before she even realized what the was doing, she started to touch herself... rub over her tight jeans that hugged her firm thighs. Then she took of her jeans and shirt and started to masturbate, massaging her lace panties and wishing it was a dominate male. She moaned, looking at the school picture of her son on the mantle. Why wasn't his arms around her? Making her obey him? It was such a sick thought, but her pussy thought otherwise...