Sometimews It Just Works Out

I was divorced when our son was twelve. I guess that he was at that age when a lot of boys develop a thing for their moms. With it then just being the two of us, I realized that he was a bit infatuated with me. I felt flattered and didn’t mind, although at the same time I tried not to be overly encouraging of this, either.

I figured that he would just grow out it, but he always seemed to be more noticing of me than most boys should be of their moms over the years. Finally, when he was nineteen, I teased him about being infatuated with me, and he shyly admitted that he was. So in a very calm and straightforward manner, I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me. Of course he was even more self-conscious, and I told him that I didn’t mind and that he could if he wanted to.
So we went and got naked in my bedroom and we proceeded to have sex several times.

Well, I could tell that for him this was dream come true, to actually have his penis in his own mom, and I was surprised by just how much I liked it. So, rather casually, we started having sex on a regular basis, once or twice a week. Although several times I was more indulgent and let him have me when he wanted.
My son absolutely loved this and I found myself becoming quite drawn to this new side to our relationship. A year later, because it seemed a wise thing to do, we moved to where nobody knew us, and started living openly together. My son has never been happier nor have I ever been. He has the woman apparently of his dreams, and I am in a very loving and stable relationship and have never been happier, either. I suspect that there are quite number of mother and son pseudo “married” couples out there and I can now understand why.