Moaning, Pauline slowly sank to her knees, her hand ramming the hairbrush in and out of her drooling pussy. Her hips rocked back and forth, and Pauline sensed she was going to come any second. Her fingers scratched at the base of her belly, feeling for the button of flesh that would set off the explosion.

"AHHH!!" Pauline screamed with relief as her climax ripped through her. She pressed down on her clit again and was rewarded with a blinding flash of light that seemed to break her into little pieces.

"Uhhh…" She slowly pulled the hairbrush out and looked at the cum-slick handle with a mixture of disgust and anger. She was still young, she had a good body and a good mind, but she was reduced to fucking herself with a hairbrush!

Near tears, she sat on the floor, staring at the hairbrush. What could she do? She tried to meet men, but they were either happily married or just interested in a quick fuck. It wasn't fair!

"Mom? Mom, you up?" Alex was knocking on her door.

"Yes, honey. I'm up. Want some breakfast?"

Alex opened the door and looked in, grinning. "You bet!"

Pauline got to her feet and shooed Alex away from the door.

"I'll get dressed and feed you, but I'm damned if I know why, you eat your weight in food every week," she grumbled.

"If you weren't such a good cook, I wouldn't," he replied.

Pauline laughed. She followed him into the kitchen and put the coffee on before returning to her room to dress.

Wearing a tight-fitting pair of slacks and a loose blouse without any bra, Pauline briskly got breakfast for herself and her son.

Alex was already nearly a full head taller than Pauline. He was slim, rather than skinny and he had a ready smile that Pauline felt worked with girls. There were times when he looked like his father, but more and more, Alex was definitely his own personality.