I love my son

I think the most fitting story to tell you is about the first time my son and I had sex. It was a huge step in our intimacy; because it meant we had truly given ourselves to each other, and there was no going back.

It happened one night in September 2018. My husband was asleep upstairs. I remember now, it must have been
a Thursday, because we were watching TV and a Q&A session. My son and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV. After the program ended,
we flipped through the channels with the remote and finally switched to a program about male-female intercourse.

Needless to say, after watching this sex program, I felt hot all over. I kept thinking about a month earlier, when my son and I
were watching TV in a hotel, also about male-female intercourse. What we watched then wasn't as explicit as what we were watching now.

But my son couldn't help himself and said, "Hugging and kissing between men and women must feel good, right?"

I said, "You'll know what it's like when you get a girlfriend."

"I want to try it now," he said, looking at my chest and smiling.

I said, "No, your dad's sleeping in bed. He could wake up at any moment, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

We're at home now, watching explicit sex programs, and his dad is fast asleep downstairs.

I know we're at home, and it's late at night, so he rarely goes upstairs; it's safer than in a hotel. "Do you still want to... a month ago, in the hotel..."

Before I could finish, he rushed closer and said, "I really want to."

So, I started unbuttoning my clothes and unzipped his pants, putting my hand
inside. I could feel his erection. He silently let me do what I wanted.

I pulled his penis out of his pants and bent down to suck it. I pushed the foreskin back and started sucking his
glans like I was sucking a lollipop. I lowered my head and took the whole penis into my mouth, rubbing it up and down against my lips, the glans almost touching my throat.

When I felt his penis throbbing and about to explode, I pulled out my penis and looked up into his eyes. He smiled at
me, and I'd seen that same expression on his face before when he was most comfortable.

He pursed his lips and said, "Mom! I love you. Let's take our clothes off and make love, shall we?"

"Your mom doesn't want to catch a cold—" I stood up and pulled up my nightgown. I pulled my underwear down to my ankles. Then I unbuckled
his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.

"Sit on the chair…" He sat down, and I sat facing him with my legs apart, sitting on his knees, grasping his penis and guiding it
between my labia. It was so rushed! It was a little surprising!

As I pressed my hips down, his penis was completely enveloped inside my vagina, and after a while, I began to move back and forth rapidly.
It made sex feel so wonderful, not to mention it was my son having sex with me! I swirled my hips, my genitals becoming
wetter and wetter. I hadn't felt this good in years.

As I was moving up and down in a daze, my son placed his hands on my shirt and massaged my breasts. A current shot straight
to my uterus, and I quickly reached orgasm.

I groaned… feeling fluid gushing out from below, and my son followed, ejaculating inside me. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, collapsed against him, and collapsed. I whispered to him, “Son, I feel so good!”

Sex, though brief and perhaps a little humiliating, was, so far, the most remarkable first step in bridging the sexual distance between us.
Thank you, my son! I love you, James.

I was confused about how I would handle our interactions after this encounter.

I thought about how to explain his first time to my son; I felt a little remorseful for being too proactive, and afterwards, I
went straight to my room. This probably shouldn't have happened, but it did.

The next morning, before he left for work, I didn't see my son. Until evening. All day, I stayed home thinking, or at least I felt
confused and disoriented. On one hand, I felt good, but on the other hand, I felt it was wrong, and I wondered how I would face my son.

That night, I saw my son lying in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. I asked him to sit down calmly; I could sense he was very nervous. I told
him I just wanted to talk to him about what happened last night.

I told him how we both felt afterwards, I shared my thoughts, and I asked him how he felt. For the first time, I heard him say from his lips,
"I enjoyed being so intimate with Mom, and I want to do it again tomorrow."

My anxiety eased considerably!

Then he brought his face close to mine and kissed my lips. He was already sucking on my tongue as soon as I exclaimed "Wow!" Unfortunately, my husband
was calling from downstairs and needed me to come down. I told my son, "I'll come back up later."

That night, after my husband fell asleep, I tiptoed to his bedroom. My son was asleep too. I got into his bed and lay down
to sleep with him. At first, I just hugged him, but soon he turned and started kissing my lips.

He was naked except for a pair of shorts, while I was wearing a fine silk nightgown.

I remember we spent a long time embracing, caressing each other's bodies as we explored, our tongues chasing each other in a passionate kiss
until we were both breathless and our lips had to part.

Our faces were pressed together, and our hands became active again. He touched my thighs, then my buttocks, and then my breasts, while I gripped his
penis tightly. I think we were exploring each other's habits and preferences. I loved the way my son kissed me. I loved the heat of his tongue as he sucked on mine.

We started sucking on each other's tongues again, without words, just feeling each other's bodies. For me, it was
a new physical and emotional exploration I hadn't experienced in a long time, except with my husband.

My son's fingers first pulled and twirled on my pubic hair for a while, then slid and rubbed up and down around my labia. As expected, I was wet.

The thought of my son playing with my most sensitive and secret place brought me to orgasm immediately. After I came, I lay down, pulled down the straps of my nightgown
to reveal my large breasts to him.

When I took off my underwear and spread my legs, he, like an obedient boy, immediately knelt between my legs and forced his hot penis inside me.
He clamped his mouth between my nipples. His hard penis was inside me, straddling my hips. We looked at each other, wanting to hold each other tighter. For a while, we just sat
there, grinding in and out.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. Hearing my moans, he was about to ejaculate, and quickly pulled out of my vagina, spraying spurts of semen onto my navel and
pubic hair—my son had really penetrated me. What was he thinking then? I can't remember.

We lay on our backs on the bed, exploring each other's genitals, sharing the heat from our bodies. In the dark room, naked
, embracing my son, he fell asleep holding my buttocks. I couldn't sleep, so I stayed awake, letting my son hold me. I let my son have sex with me, reflecting on my actions, whether I did the right thing, and
what the future held.

Even though I knew my son was happy and willing to continue having sex with me, a big question mark still lingered in my mind. I assumed time would forget everything.

I was right to do this. As a result, I accepted my physical relationship with my son as part of my romantic affairs, a union of mother

and son, body and soul. The most touching moment after we had sex was when he came home from work and bought me a bouquet of white lilies with a card that read, "Mom! I will always love you."

It almost brought tears to my eyes. My heart surged; it truly pierced me. I've always loved receiving flowers, but this time was special
because he entered my heart emotionally and my body physically.

My son is very passionate towards me; he appreciates and understands every hint I give him in terms of care and love. And he definitely knows my feelings.

These past few days I've been thinking about writing down our history. I'm not entirely sure what exactly seems logical and behavioral, so I'll just write down what I can remember about recent events
. I've decided to write about the recent sexual encounters between my son and me.

One weekend morning, after satisfying my husband, I lay in bed for a while, but he went out to meet friends and wasn't home. My husband's semen left inside
was sticky and uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom to rinse off, intending to do some housework afterward. While I was focused on washing myself down there, I heard the bedroom door open and close
. I didn't pay attention and continued soaking in the bath, the soap lathering up and covering my entire body.

Suddenly, my son opened the bathroom door and walked in. I really didn't expect him to rush in; he surprised me. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
We faced each other, and he started kissing.

At first, his hands roamed over my body, following the lather. When he was completely wet, I poured some shower gel on his back
and started rubbing his back, buttocks, and massaging his cheeks. Our bodies became very slippery, which was fun.

Standing in the bathtub, our bodies slid together for a while, then he knelt down, trying to lick my vulva to give me an orgasm, but the showerhead water
poured down, probably soap getting into his mouth and eyes, and he quickly stood up. Our lips met again, and we started kissing. I could feel
his fingers inserting into the edge of my labia, pushing and trying to penetrate my vagina.

I pulled out his fingers and grasped his erect penis. He knew I was trying to guide it into my hole, so he stopped
digging with his fingers and instead used his pelvis to press against my lower body, like a knife cutting into a blade, and suddenly parted my labia and inserted himself.

Instantly, my labia enveloped his hard penis, the friction between the vaginal walls and the glans felt so good. My son was so full inside me
, and the rising steam made me feel incredibly aroused for sex!

My son pushed me against the bathroom wall, gripping my thighs like a greedy rabbit pulling at me. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and back.

After he held my buttocks firmly, we began to rub and bounce our genitals up and down. My vagina was being pushed
and rubbed in all sorts of directions, it felt so good and comfortable.

I almost kept moaning in my son's ear: "Baby, you're fucking your mom." This probably encouraged and stimulated his lust.
I was so damn itchy down there that I started screaming and yelling. I was probably acting strangely; I usually try to keep quiet during sex.

The obvious reason was that my screaming aroused my son, who grabbed me and started ravaging me. I was panting and spinning around with him. He brought me to multiple orgasms
until my uterus gushed out, and I couldn't climax anymore after the final squeeze.
My son also ejaculated inside me.

I hadn't realized how intense the sex was until he finally put me on the floor. I was completely limp and sat in the bathtub to shower.

I felt exhausted, like I'd been drained dry. We wrapped each other in towels. My legs were weak, and my son helped me out of the bathroom.
As I lay down and he went to his room to rest, I kissed him and told him to wear something light so we could rest a bit and then
have more exploration and foreplay.

Originally posted by doc.pussy,
a user named "Bitch Doctor" asked: "If your husband found out you were using your son as a substitute for his penis, what would he do? And what would you do?" The post continued: "Personally
, if I were your husband and had to accept the situation, I would encourage you to continue having sex with your son. I would rather keep the secret at home than
let you go out and find men with your wet, slippery vagina."

The author then added: "Hi! Bitch Doctor, my husband is a 'old-fashioned' person. I don't think he would agree to us being together. If he found out I
was using my son with my wet, slippery vagina at home, what would I do?

Of course, I understand which side is more advantageous to me, and I really don't want to hurt either side.

I'm sure you can imagine my husband joining in a threesome, but I know that's impossible!
Having sex with my son is already a huge mistake. If he finds out we're having sex, my son and I will definitely be kicked out of the house!

Frankly, I don't think I would want to try leaving or finding a new home." Family life with my son wouldn't
be fun at my age; life isn't just about sex.

Maybe I'll move in with him when his career is stable and he moves out; that would be more liberating, although it would bring new difficulties.

*****Reader Feedback*****
Reader: Tell your husband I have to agree that this isn't a good idea. Without discussing legality, you'll be accused of abandoning him, regardless of their
true feelings; everyone will publicly criticize you.

Reader: I had sex with my aunt, but it wasn't discovered. This inherently creates a problem, just like you; we have to hide
and be secretive together. So it's not just about incest; the problem is that you've been hiding your relationship with your son. You seem very lucky.
Your son is a lucky guy.

Author: I must say, I know that my relationship with my son has grown into the strongest of couples. He also had a troubled adolescence, and
I often saw him unhappy in many ways. And emotionally speaking, I wouldn't say he had an easy time. But regarding his major events, I struggled with his
adolescence , all the emotions, good and bad, and I made him a stronger person, and I'm happy with everything I did for him.

Our sexual relationship was perhaps the last thing I did for him; I thought sex would make him more mature and sensible, and that sex with him could change his behavior.

Undoubtedly, we've had our moments of disagreement about this; sometimes we argue like a storm, about the most foolish things.

Sometimes, when I see him looking at girls on the street, I get jealous and I have to pretend not to care until we're alone, which
sometimes makes it worse, but no matter what unpleasant things happen, we end up hugging each other.

Sometimes, even though all my friends and my family are very good to me, I feel that he is my true and real last refuge, and I
feel good with him.

Being with my son has definitely broadened my mind, and I am happy to share this with you all, not only emotionally but also sexually
, and the concepts and ideas about us that are so different from the outside world. Our sexual relationship has been built up day by day.

Talking about our relationship over the past few weeks has helped our union a lot, and we now understand a lot about how to be better together.

The most important thing is to care for each other with love, and we are grateful to everyone who has supported me and look forward to sharing more of our happiness. I am sure we have
made great friends.

Thank you, James. I encouraged my son to write something about what has happened between us and share it with you. He wrote:

Hey everyone—it's great to know that my mom has found other families willing to share her feelings and sex with her son—I can see that it has made her
stronger—and I can see that she has created a wonderful life and wonderful sex for herself.

The first time Mom placed her hand on my swimming trunks and gripped my penis tightly, I was mentally shocked—
I couldn't really explain how I felt, and at the time I didn't think it was a wrong attempt. I needed it more than she did.

I was glad that Mom had waited another month after that, some questions were swirling in our minds, and I think it gave us both time to think things through.

The first time her mouth gripped my penis, I felt like I was in heaven—even if I thought I was going to hell! I was willing! My whole body
trembled from head to toe. Maternal love in that moment—I looked down at Mom and could see how much she loved me.

As you know, after the first time, things went smoothly—that time when Mom suddenly
ran back to her room after we made love, it really startled me and made me worry about what would happen next.

Every time we share caressing each other's bodies—having sex with my own mother—I'm passionate—she makes me happy every day
—she's my goddess, my life and the hope of my existence.

Anyone who has a mother-son relationship like mine can understand. Author: In

short
, James and I enjoy our time together, thank you all for your support.
You not only support us emotionally, but also give us new paths to explore the "door to intimacy"!

After sexual contact, I think he and I are happier than before, it's amazing! It rekindled my desire
and allowed him to experience the pleasures of women. Now I'm even more lustful than before I had sex with James. He usually satisfies me.

One night last week, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter. To be honest, sitting on it wasn't very comfortable, but the fun we had on the
counter was passionate
. I came several times as he used various decorative kitchen utensils to explore my senses.

These past few days, I've had countless orgasms, perhaps because his mother is getting old, he worked up a sweat, giving me
so much pleasure. After my orgasm, I have him lie on the living room sofa and I give him oral sex.

It's so good to have sex with my son, sometimes I pinch my inner thighs, it's not real. All mothers, I'm sure you can
understand how we feel!

Anyway, I don't want to take up too much of your time, but I think I'd like to share my fun with you all, and I'm grateful to those who
read my sex and wonderful experiences every day.

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