Sharing Myself

Years ago my son, 15, saw the despair I was in at his father leaving me for a very much younger woman. I began drinking to numb myself from the pain I felt, often crying myself to sleep. My son one night came into my bedroom and crawled under the covers to hold and comfort me. I have always slept in the raw so my son was holding his nude mother close to him, spooning. I could feel his erection through his sweatpants pushing into the crack of my butt. He too was crying, telling me how much it hurt him to see me in pain. He kissed the nape of my neck and I rolled over where his mouth met mine and we kissed tenderly. He suckled on my breasts and I will admit I made no move to stop him and in fact allowed my hand to play with his hardness. He came in his sweats within a couple of minutes and left my bed and bedroom out of a sort of embarrassment. The next day we behaved like nothing happened.

The next night two days after that particular night, he hearing me sobbing, came into my bed again but this time taking his pj bottoms off, completely nude and again spooning with me. I told him that this was not proper between a mother and son and asked him to leave. He said that he saw nothing wrong in comforting me, holding me and he spooned with me again, his hardness pushing into my bum crack. I gave him a hand job and his semen shot a foot or so into the air. There was no embarrassment this time and he asked that he get to pleasure me. He asked about performing oral on me and I said certainly not. He put his fingers into my sopping wetness and then smelled them and placed my wetness into his mouth. “Please mom” is what he said and then moved himself and his face between my legs. I could have stopped him but did not. It was awkward of course but I directed him to do as I needed and after 20 minutes or so I came and came hard. He loved it as did I. I then direct him to come over me and enter me where he started slamming me like a jackhammer. I slowed him down and said his slower movements felt better. When he came I held him there and enjoyed the feeling of his penis throbbing his cum into me. We fell to sleep in each others arms. We slept together from then on even when he had girlfriends. This isn’t to say that we had a fuckfest every night. In fact our love making happened fewer than 5-6 times a month but our nightly cuddling, sleeping together was a constant. Neither of us spoke a word to anyone about our connection. We were very, very close. Hardly ever a crossword between us. I eventually stopped drinking and he went to tech college where he now resides in a small town hours away. We talk on the phone everyday and his girlfriend is wonderful. Of course he and I stopped making love once he turned 18 or so. As wrong as I’m sure everyone reading this will believe it to be, I honestly don’t know if I would even be alive today if it wasn’t for my son and the love shared between us. Neither of us have any regrets.