It Is A Matter Of Loving

I was twenty-eight and my mom had just turned fifty the first time that we had sex. She had been divorced from my father for a number of years. There had never been anything going on between us before that, but the fact that she had just turned fifty, and that I had just ended a not to happy long term relationship, sort of provided the motivation for the two of us to think that we could discretely enjoy some teasing fun together. So we boldly and bravely ended up naked and had sex and we both found the experience to be very liberating and wonderful. Naturally we didn’t see any reason to stop.
That was ten years ago. During that time my mom and I have thoroughly enjoyed this arrangement. As mother and son there is that natural bond, and we both feel so comfortable and relaxed with each other, there’s no pressure and it really is wonderful to share that together. Mostly it is just loving, although we do have our more passionate moments and I will admit that there is always that little edge of excitement doing this as mother and son.
I know that there are no doubt many who would see this as being immoral and somehow wrong. Why, I have to ask? We are not planning on having children together, which might be awkward and would involve another future person. We thoroughly enjoy the closeness as well as the love, it’s simply fun, and it is just something between the two of us. Although it’s not something readily talked about and mostly for fear of legal consequences, mother and son sexual relations is hardly anything new and really not all that shocking as it has been going on for years. In some ways there has always been something of an unspoken social acceptance to mother and son being intimate, more than I would say for fathers and daughters and even brothers and sisters. Apparently from what information is available, this sort of thing is definitely on the rise for divorced mothers especially.
I can only say that for anyone who denies this aspect, that they are kidding themselves and just want to suppress the truth or assuage some guilty thoughts which they may have had at one time or another, believing that if everyone is just like them – or that they can make them be, uptight and miserable and afraid to enjoy life, that it will be a better world somehow. How wrong thinking can you get?
I have read several entries on here expressing how perfectly ordinary and nice this is, so I just wanted to add my own. It is one way of confirming the truth instead of vehemently and rabidly denying it.
So thank you for reading my bit any positive feedback is appreciated. Anything else, negative and ignorant, lease just don’t bother. Honestly, no one wants to hear that waste of time thinking, okay?