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Sally Kingston had gotten herself all dressed up for tonight. She was a wearing a black strapless mini-dress which shimmered in the dim evening street light along with a matching black purse and high heeled shoes. This was the kind of thing she could never usually wear but her husband was now safely at sea and tonight her son was taking out on the date. For Sally this was the first time she had been on a night out in a very long time and for her son it was first real date he had been on.
Sally's husband, Tom was a cruel and abusive man. He never had anything nice to say to her anymore, he was always deriding her for everything she did, nothing was ever good enough for him and she was always on the receiving end of his temper for every bad thing that happened to him, whether it was anything to do with her or not. When he was home he controlled what she wore and rarely allowed her out of the house unless it was for something he wanted. Their sex life consisted of little more than an occasional rough and degrading fuck as her husband quickly worked himself to a climax and rolled off her. She was unhappy and frustrated in her marriage but leaving him was unthinkable and his one saving grace was that his job on the fishing trawlers allowed she and her son to have a comfortable life.
Her son had always provided comfort for her and had become a kind of surrogate husband when his father was away but now he was a teenager and she sensed he was trying to distance himself from her. She knew he was hanging around with girls now and that he was looking to date one in particular. Sally found herself become insanely jealous and told her son that he shouldn't think about dating girls yet and that he needed to practice or he would just make a fool of himself. She offered to help him with this and suggested that he take her out on dates until he was ready. Sally didn't know where she was going with it at the time, all she knew was it was helping her to keep him close and that was what she wanted. So she told him to pick a restaurant and make them reservations for Saturday night and now, here they were. "This looks a nice place" she remarked to her son as they entered the foyer of the Italian restaurant her son had chosen for them.
Sally's husband, Tom was a cruel and abusive man. He never had anything nice to say to her anymore, he was always deriding her for everything she did, nothing was ever good enough for him and she was always on the receiving end of his temper for every bad thing that happened to him, whether it was anything to do with her or not. When he was home he controlled what she wore and rarely allowed her out of the house unless it was for something he wanted. Their sex life consisted of little more than an occasional rough and degrading fuck as her husband quickly worked himself to a climax and rolled off her. She was unhappy and frustrated in her marriage but leaving him was unthinkable and his one saving grace was that his job on the fishing trawlers allowed she and her son to have a comfortable life.
Her son had always provided comfort for her and had become a kind of surrogate husband when his father was away but now he was a teenager and she sensed he was trying to distance himself from her. She knew he was hanging around with girls now and that he was looking to date one in particular. Sally found herself become insanely jealous and told her son that he shouldn't think about dating girls yet and that he needed to practice or he would just make a fool of himself. She offered to help him with this and suggested that he take her out on dates until he was ready. Sally didn't know where she was going with it at the time, all she knew was it was helping her to keep him close and that was what she wanted. So she told him to pick a restaurant and make them reservations for Saturday night and now, here they were. "This looks a nice place" she remarked to her son as they entered the foyer of the Italian restaurant her son had chosen for them.