I suffer from manic-depressive disorder. It ruined my marriage (actually it may have caused my marrioage). I also drink a bit when I get depressed.

The end of May was the sixth anniversary of my husband leaving me, and I was drinking a bit. I had a bit of a buzz, it was late, and I saw a light from my son "C"'s room. I went over and saw him herking off on his bed while watching something on his laptop. Depression and drink ruined my responses so I went in and scared him half to death.

I sat on his bed and told him "Don't worry, it's perfectly normal. Everybody does it. Be weird if you didn't jerk it." So I looked at his jerkoff material and it was videos of people dryhumping. I had to laugh and told him there's nothing wrong with that because it wasn't even real sex. I even told him he could watch this in the living room in the middle of the day and I wouldn't mind.

We got to discussing dryhumping and somehow I got to where I was on my side doing splits with "C" straddling my leg and hugging my other leg, his naked dick rubbing abainst my puss through my panties. I talked dirty through it, saying how hard he felt and how if I didn't have panties on he'd be right up inside me. When he came I was soaking wet and I rubbed myfelt off, rubbing his sperm into my panty crotch and talking about how his cum might soak through and get me pregnant. When I came he was stroking himself and I said how studly that was since his loser dad usually fell asleep after cumming. "C" tried to pull aside my panty, but I stopped him, then I rolled over, stuck my butt in the air, and pulled down my panties. His cum lubed his dick enough to slip in my ass, and I was telling him how good it felt until he came in my asshole.

I woke up about dawn and "C" was on top of me trying to get his dick in my puss. I just mumbled, "You can't fuck me dry you little shit. Lube me u first - lick me or something." So he pulled my legs apart and licked way down inside me which I really enjoyed then he got on me and fucked me properly. I kept telling him he has a "good little motherfucker". I fell asleep and was woken up a bit later by "C" fucking me again.

While my MDD was in control I didn't even think of stopping "C" from fucking me every night and a lot during the day. I even encouraged him to get rough with me, slapping my ass and tits and puss and shoving me against a wall or on the bed. When I had my period, he asked me what he should do and I taught him how to douche me and clean me up.

I cycled out of my depression at the beginning of June and realized that I'd been having an i****t relationship with my son for the past month. Part of me was disgusted with myself, but part of me thought that "C" had become the best lover I ever had, as well as the most considerate and passionate. And his cleaning me during my period was the most intimate thing I had ever done. I weighed the whole thing - taboo and law versus pleasure and closeness. And I thought that the odds of my being pregnant were pretty high, so why the hell not? So I gave him a blowjob, the first time I ever sucked him, and decided what the hell. After all, stopping now wouldn't make the previous month go away, and I might as well get as much ot of it as I can.

It's almost two months since it started and "C" and I are both content with the relationship. I enjoy being "C"s fucktoy and he enjoys using me. He's stopped watching porn and jerking himself off. We've planned a lie about a strange man and a one-night stand when I finally get pregnant.