Good Times

A little over a three years ago my son and I had sex. It wasn’t like a seduction or this longing desire or anything like that. He was twenty-nine at the time and divorced, and I was still married to his father. The marriage had not been going well for a long time, and at the beginning of that summer Brian and I went down to Mexico for a week. His father was not interested in going, of course.

We stayed in a nice little hotel that was right on the beach. The two of us were just feeling happy and enthusiastic to be away and in the mood to have fun. We were spending our time in swimsuits and being uninhibited, and somehow the idea of our having some naked fun together just seemed appealingly as mother and son.

Well, in short order, we had sex. It was just fun for him to have his penis in my vagina. We both loved doing that together. It was personal and nice and it was as simple as that. We had quite a bit of sex during that week.

When we got home we knew that we would have to curtail our activities, not wanting his father to ever find out. Yet, we had enjoyed being together like that so much that we did cautiously have more sex and I know that people will think that this is awful, but we both loved doing that together. Yet I realized that I was actually cheating on his father whether it was with my son or anyone else.

It got to the point where I knew that I just could not continue being married to his father, so I got a divorce. Now my son and I are living together and for us this is like the perfect relationship.