I have been married for 37 years now to my steady, reliable, and loving husband, and we have 3 adult children who are mostly doing okay in life.
My confession goes way back to when our oldest son left school at 16 to start an apprenticeship, and our other two were still in school. While cleaning Gerard's bedroom while he was at work, it became obvious to me from his stained sheets, that funky sperm smell, and tissues in the bin, that he was heavily into masturbation, which came as no surprise being a typical teen boy.
A few days later, and before I changed his sticky sheets again, I found a large box on top of his wardrobe that contained dozens of hardcore porn magazines hidden under some sports equipment, so I lifted it down onto his bed and started looking at the mags. To my shock and surprise, I found myself getting very aroused looking at pics of gorgeous naked girls, beautiful men with giant hard cocks fucking the girls in every orifice, and lots of filthy stories to read. I tore my clothes off, pulled back the covers, and laid in my sons spunk stained sheets, and while I flicked pages with one hand I rubbed my pussy madly to orgasm with the other, overcome with lust that I had never felt before.
I carefully repacked the box and returned it to where I had found it, but that episode released something inside me that I couldn't control, so at every opportunity I would take down that box, lay naked in my teen sons bed with his semen smell, read lurid porn mags, and I would masturbate wantonly until I was sexually drained. I don't know if he ever suspected what I was doing, but neither of us ever said anything, so I continued to enjoy my time in his bed until he moved out of home 18 months later. I can safely say that the intense arousal that I felt back then, and the many many pleasurable orgasms, were way better than anything before or since.