- My Family -
Straight Female / 36
Unusual Lover
I'm in a conensual romantic, sexual and very fulfilling relationship with my own son. I have for the last four years.
I was a very young mom (gave birth at 16) and, since the father was never in the picture, I had to work to raise my son. I was never really around, so for a good part of his upbringing, he basically was under the care of my mother. I could never go to college, so I found relative success with gigs that involved my body: a gym instructor, model and, up until relatively recently, a cam girl (that last one is a secret, though).
I remain a very desireable woman if I say so myself, which can be a nightmare when raising a teenage son. As he turned 14 or 15, I could feel our relationship change, because I was not exactly a mother to him, his grandmother had fulfilled that role instead. I was something else to him, and I could notice him looking at me in ways a son shouldn't look at her mother.
When my mother passed away, I had to become more "hands on" with raising him, and that's when the tension was more palpable. He had a serious crush on me. I could tell and he became kind of ashamed when he noticed I could tell. But nothing was said until one night, at 16, coming home drunk from a night with friends, he kissed me, confessed he had the hots for me and tried to force himself on me. I managed to repel him and send him to sleep because he really was hammered. He probaby didn't remember the incident because of that, because he never adressed it, nor did I. But things changed. From feeling uneasy around him, started to notice him in other ways.He usually walked around shirtless around the house and I didn't even look at him. Now I surprised myself gazing at his muscles. In private, I started to realize I had a crush on my own son too. And we shared this weird, uncomfortable moments here and there where the tension was palpable and we looked away.
I took matters in my own hands on the weekend of his 18th birthday. I told him I had a surprise g*ft for him. I put a blindfold on him, got him in the car, and drove away. When I told him he could remove the blindfold, he found himself sharing a room at a love motel out of town with his own mother. Before he could flinch I explained to him that I knew how he felt and that I felt the same. I kissed him deeply, and I fucked him then and there. He came inside his own mom, unprotected. The room was paid for for the whole weekend. I pleasured him every way I knew how for 48 hours straight, and I taught him how to pleasure a woman (he started out as a fairly shitty lover... but now it's a whole different story ;) ).
We got hooked on the feeling, and we haven't stopped ever since. I have had my fair share of lovers, but nothing compares to the feeling of breaking such a taboo... of having my own son fucking me like a whore and cumming inside me. For appearances, I allow him to date other girls every now and then, but he swears no other woman feels as good to him as me.
I was a very young mom (gave birth at 16) and, since the father was never in the picture, I had to work to raise my son. I was never really around, so for a good part of his upbringing, he basically was under the care of my mother. I could never go to college, so I found relative success with gigs that involved my body: a gym instructor, model and, up until relatively recently, a cam girl (that last one is a secret, though).
I remain a very desireable woman if I say so myself, which can be a nightmare when raising a teenage son. As he turned 14 or 15, I could feel our relationship change, because I was not exactly a mother to him, his grandmother had fulfilled that role instead. I was something else to him, and I could notice him looking at me in ways a son shouldn't look at her mother.
When my mother passed away, I had to become more "hands on" with raising him, and that's when the tension was more palpable. He had a serious crush on me. I could tell and he became kind of ashamed when he noticed I could tell. But nothing was said until one night, at 16, coming home drunk from a night with friends, he kissed me, confessed he had the hots for me and tried to force himself on me. I managed to repel him and send him to sleep because he really was hammered. He probaby didn't remember the incident because of that, because he never adressed it, nor did I. But things changed. From feeling uneasy around him, started to notice him in other ways.He usually walked around shirtless around the house and I didn't even look at him. Now I surprised myself gazing at his muscles. In private, I started to realize I had a crush on my own son too. And we shared this weird, uncomfortable moments here and there where the tension was palpable and we looked away.
I took matters in my own hands on the weekend of his 18th birthday. I told him I had a surprise g*ft for him. I put a blindfold on him, got him in the car, and drove away. When I told him he could remove the blindfold, he found himself sharing a room at a love motel out of town with his own mother. Before he could flinch I explained to him that I knew how he felt and that I felt the same. I kissed him deeply, and I fucked him then and there. He came inside his own mom, unprotected. The room was paid for for the whole weekend. I pleasured him every way I knew how for 48 hours straight, and I taught him how to pleasure a woman (he started out as a fairly shitty lover... but now it's a whole different story ;) ).
We got hooked on the feeling, and we haven't stopped ever since. I have had my fair share of lovers, but nothing compares to the feeling of breaking such a taboo... of having my own son fucking me like a whore and cumming inside me. For appearances, I allow him to date other girls every now and then, but he swears no other woman feels as good to him as me.
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