The way I got round the whole issue at first was to tell myself, it would be what my mom would have wanted me to do. But in reality it was what we both wanted, probably before my mom died. It certainly was for me anyway.
The first time he fucked me, I entered his bedroom naked after showering and told him he could do anything he wanted to and with me. I was seventeen then and still an anal virgin. Rolling his duvet back to reveal not only was he naked, but erect too, I climbed in with him.
We kissed for such a long time, letting our hands roam all over each others bodies, I was totally ready by the time I'd sucked on his cock, to feel him deep inside my ass.
It hurt, and it hurt for real. Yet there was no stopping what we both knew was right for us. So I begged him to fuck me even though I had tears rolling down my face. And in that beautiful moment my ass gave into him, I still remember it so vividly. He fucked me in every conceivable position once he knew I was his, and we were still having oral sex when the sun rose the following day. He took the day off work and we went back to bed after sleeping, having breakfast and showering. Sex then on was magical and we became the very very best of lovers.
I'm still his lover and we still live together as father and son. Only we also live together as man, and as I see it, his young male wife.