Della was bored. Everyone in the family had something to do except her. All she had was housework and cooking, and every sloppy domestic job the family could think up.

Since it was a warm day she decided to start drinking early. Booze always made her feel better. It wasn't yet three o'clock so she fixed herself a week Bloody Mary and took it with her when she went upstairs to read.

She lay down on the bed with a book, but quickly put it aside. She sipped her drink while indulging in her favorite pastime. Masturbating.

She loved her husband and children, but sometimes she felt so useless. Frank was a good lover and they fucked a few times a week, but even his big cock wasn't doing it for her lately. She needed something, but she didn't know what.

In her heart she knew. She needed a lover. A young lover. It wasn't easy having Steve around the house. She was glad her daughter had found such a loving husband, but she was a little envious too. They were just starting out, while at thirty-eight she was practically middle-aged.

Life is shit, she thought, digging her fingers into her cunt.

When she finished her drink, she dozed off fantasizing about her son-in-law. A half-hour later, she awakened and went downstairs to start dinner.

She wore shorts and a halter top. Nothing else. She enjoyed feeling her clothes against her naked body. She hardly ever wore underwear.

When the roast was in the oven, she mixed herself another drink and took it out to the patio. The sun was still strong so she settled down on a glider.

She felt pleasantly drunk and almost dozed off again when Billy rode up on his bike.

"What are you doing home so early?" she said.

"I had my last class. You're gonna get burned, Mom." They boy leaned his bike against a free and frowned.

She tried hiding her drink. They all thought she drank too much. It was too late. She could tell by the expression in Billy's eyes that he saw her glass. She tried changing the subject.