She was more than a wife and mum

Seen by many as just a mum

Her life they viewed was so humdrum,

Hubby worked a lot away

The kids at school every day,

And at weekends off with their friends

So she was left so alone,

Her son’s friends classified her

Within the milf zone though,

Because she still looked so good

And for all intent and purpose,

She lived alone in her neighbourhood,

And all took her for granted

She was the picture of a perfect wife and mum,

But during the time that they were gone

This wife and mum have their own fun,

Going out and meeting friends

There was no specific one,

Men and women who she had met on the school run

Who needed the same stimulus,

That she would often crave

An afternoon of pleasure,

That some may have found to be depraved,

But she found it felt so good

Exploring and sharing her womanhood,

Getting fully in the mood,

Dressed up like a conservative mummy

But playing like a rampant bunny,

Then she was home on time for everyone,

Who was blind to all the fun

That her mum had enjoyed and done,

They never knew of her wild days

And the games she liked to play,

Sharing pleasure in sensual ways

Waiting in anticipation to do it again,

They saw her as the homely wife and mum

But she always had someone,

To turn her on and to give her some fun.