My son does things to me. When I found him reading pornography, I had a talk with him. I thought I said enough, but I made a mistake somewhere because I woke up and found my son rubbing his penis between my ass-cheeks. I had another long talk, much angrier this time.

Then a week later I came home from work and my Greg gave me a drink. I felt strange after that, disconnected and friendly. He gave me a massage and it was so heavenly I didn't object when he undressed me. We spent the rest of the day and night having sex in every possible way.

When I woke up in the middle of the might, Greg was already awake and pumping into me. I told him I needed to go to the bathe==room, and he got off of me and led me to the toilet. He rubbed his dick between my breasts while I used the toilet, then he insisted on cleaning me. I leaned against the sink while he cleaned me off, then he took me from behind. I just stared into the mirror watching the two of us fuck. I realized something was wrong and asked what was happening. He told me that he slipped me some "ecstasy" in my drink. He came inside me, kissed my back, and said he'd go and get some more.

I was horrified at what had happened, at what my son did to me. I was equally horrified that I had enjoyed it so much. I told myself that it was some drug, not me.

Then Greg came back with a pill and a drink of water. I stared for a second, then I took the pill and washed it down. Of my own free will. We resumed having sex and kept it up the rest of the night.

That was back in February. It's June now, four months next week. We have a normal life, and when he got back from school and I came home from work, sometimes he would tackle me and screw me, whether I wanted it or not. But sometimes I would just come up to him and take him in my mouth. And every weekend on Friday night those little pills come out and I take them without hesitation. We spend the weekend in nonstop fucking and drugs. He supplies the ecstasy and cock, I supply the alcohol, mary-jane and pussy.

Now iit's summer. Greg has begun sharing me with his friends. A couple of them have the same relationship with their mother or older sister. The parties are wild and perverse. I've been good my whole life. I can't say no.