HOT MOM Sexuality: Releasing Your Inner Hot Mom
I’m proud to admit that my husband turns me on … but it wasn’t always easy to act on it. At times we had “intimacy” obstacles because we both brought young children with us into our relationship. When we met, his two sons were five and nine and my son was almost ten.
When having sex was even a remote possibility; the first thing we did was look underneath the bed, then pat it down before taking off any clothing. We performed this ritual just in case one of the kids might be hiding between the pillows.
We were so stressed-out over being caught that it forced us into having sex in all sorts of crazy places. At home, we would sneak down to the garage and utilize the back of the station wagon. While visiting with his parents, we waited for everyone to fall asleep, and then made love on the ninth hole of the abutting golf course. At a hotel in, when the boys nodded off we did it on the pedestal sink in the bathroom. Making it fun and using imagination was our salvation.
One day I decided to try something outlandish. I had my niece Judi, introduce me to my husband as somebody else, a young woman visiting from named Holly Weinstein (It was two weeks before Halloween). Because of the dramatic disguise – I used a wig, enlisted help from a make-up artist, wore new flashy clothes and borrowed a silver Mercedes convertible with a Florida license plate from a friend, he didn’t recognize me.