My husband left me four years ago. I've been sexless ever since then.

A couple of nights ago was Halloween. I was going to take my son and my two nephews trick-or-treating. As I was heading to their room I overheard them talking. One of my nephews had bragged that he had gotten some Spanish Fly and the boys were discussing who to give it to. I was shocked, as I thought they were too young to be interested in girls like that.

To keep them from doing something stupid, I barged in pretending to be looking for aspirin, grabbed the pills, and pretended to take them. When I left the room I eavesdropped on them and heard them talk about what to do it I was affected by the "Spanish Fly". They all agreed, even my son, that I was MILF enough to screw.

To make a long story short, I pretended to be affected by the pills. After screwing all three boys we went trick-or-treating and I sucked five strange boys and had sex with a man I had never seen before, then I took the boys home and had sex with them again. I also admitted that I didn't take the pills.

My nephews spent the night and my son's attitude toward me has changed. And I feel good about it for now but I know I'll feel awful eventually. But at least my son didn't give some girl what he thought was a date-rape drug. I think my sin is small in comparison to what my son and nephews could have done.