I was married at 18 to the guy who got me pregnant. I worked to pay for him to go through college, and as soon as he got a residency, I ended up with a baby and not a penny to my name, with mountains of documents that said I gave up all rights to every penny. I worked hard and gave up everything for my Danny.

So a decade later, he calls out of nowhere saying he wants custody of our son. He's been married three times since leaving me, and has no other kids. It turns out that the one good shot he had was the one he gave me, and he decided now to become a daddy. I told him to fuck off.

He tried to go to court, but it turned out he couldn't identify his own son in court (I'd brought a friend of his, it worked beautifully). The judge said that it had to be my Danny's choice.

That began a charm assault. A tidal wave of presents, tickets to movies, empty promises ... Danny was a boy and he enjoyed the attention and loot. I was terrified of losing him.

When my ex and my son were on a weekend trip, I tried to relax by watching a Julia Roberts movie - I always liked her. It was one I hadn't seen before called "Mother's Boys" about a crazy woman trying to turn her sons against her ex-husband. She was the bad guy, but the scene where she tried to seduce her oldest son inspired me.

I did a lot of soul-searching, and I decided that I loved my son enough to do anything to keep him, that I hated my ex-husband enough to do anything to stop him, and compared to both of those motives, nothing else mattered.

I paid for a series of "boudoir photos" and I have to admit I looked pretty good in them. When I picked Danny up, I left a small album with the pictures for him to look at. He enjoyed them enough to get an erection in his jeans. I was wearing a skirt and let it ride up, showing off my pussy. He was squirming and I put my hand over and squeezed his dick through his jeans. I told Danny that I loved him and would do anything for him. He ended up humping my hand and I told him to whip it out and I jerked him off onto my blouse and skirt.

When we arrived home, I told Danny that I loved him and I was willing to risk going to prison to give him the one thing I knew would make him happy, my body. I broke into tears and told him I would be his love-slave if he wouldn't leave me.

He was the one who kissed me. We spent minutes necking before he told me he wanted me to suck his dick. And I did it. We spent the whole night and most of the next day fucking. Danny was a much more adventurous lover than his father.

We had committed ourselves, and Danny told his father to go to hell.

It's been a year now. My ex keeps contacting us, it turns out his current trophy-wife didn't like the idea of either adopting or the idea of breeding for him. Danny is the Man of the House with all the privileges (including sticking his dick in the Lady of the House) and doesn't seem to want to give that up just to go to a boarding school so his father can say he has a son. He's tried to send money but the same documents he tricked me into signing all those years ago state that I have no right to any money from him, so I return the checks.

I and Danny abandoned, now he begs to be part of Danny's life, and Danny doesn't like him. Or at least he likes me more. So I had to violate the laws of man and god and nature to do it. My ex is crawling and I have my son. Not to mention I get lots and lots of hard-and-fast fucking and a guy who tells me I'm the sexiest thing on Earth every day.