Demise of the Beast

I have discovered the one single element on the planet that can halt the Beast in it's tracks.

A teenage son.

After having sent P a very explicit email regarding my plans for teasing him for several hours before finally allowing him to explode in my throat, followed by a very enjoyable but somewhat injurious afternoon of bowling with B, I proceeded home with every intention of letting the Beast loose.

Enter A, the aforementioned teen.

Okay, so he's not really quite a teen; 21 in December but not quite up to his age. Current power struggles have reached the limit, and he's in actual danger of being evicted, toss out on his arse to forage on his own. A new incident not only subdued the Beast, but may have put him in a coma.

So Mama went to bed, far too late, libido checked and halted, leaving me this morning with a tired headache, a pulled muscle in the hip, and far too little in the way of sexual enlightenment.

The best laid (or not!) plans....