I'm Not Sorry

I was stranged from my son for too many reason to go into detail here. But I didn't watch him grow up, we were strangers to each other for most of our lives. Out of necessity, he moved in with me, and things started to change. We became attracted to each other. We felt very conflicted at first, but I decided to give in and take the initiative. It's been over a year and we haven't stopped since then. I obviously can't say anything publicly, so at least I want to write here that I'm my own sons lover. We make love several times a week, and now he treats me more like a romantic partner than a lover. Or he treats me like his personal slut, if I want him to. He fucks me so good, and it's amazing for me to think that I can pleasure him to the point of climaxing uncontrollably. He calls me a sex goddess. Him moaning "I'm gonna cum, mom" into my ear is just enough to make me cum too. We're doing something so wrong, so forbidden, it's just more exciting. Just fantasizing of him impregnating his own mother drives us crazy.