How I became a slut for my son

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My son makes it easy for me to love him…and when I say love, I mean the sort of love that goes way beyond the “motherly” sort.

I went into my shower and spent over an hour with the removable nozzle the first time I ever accidentally caught a glimpse of him (which had been on a family vacation shortly after his 18th birthday after his towel slipped whilst existing the bathroom after a shower of his own).

He was hung in a way I hadn’t anticipated, and well…what can I say? I’ve at all times had a bit of a thing for hung guys half my age….blood related or not.

I know what you’re probably thinking.

*“Bad mom!”*

*“Disgusting, vile!”*

*“She’s so fucked up!”*

Well shove it – because I’ve heard it all before.

Hell, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t scolded myself in very much the same way on more than one occasion. It’s just…how was I supposed to reconcile with having such a hot guy spending his gap year under my roof, sleeping just a few feet down the hall from my own bedroom?

He had been conceived in a r*pe and I had given birth to him young while wrapped up in a brutal cult…which meant, our dynamic was already far from the norm anyhow. Thus, was me finger fucking myself into a wild frenzy over the wondered of his thick and veiny cock more or less every night (almost like a nightly ritual of sorts) really that bad of a sin given his already unusual upbringing and the fact that he was now an adult?

No…It wasn’t….It was fine….It was all fine…

Or at least, that’s what I had come to convince myself.

What can I really say?

I was a moth drawn to a flame.

That flame being the magnetic alpha male cock that just so happened to be attached to my son’s hot, toned, oh so lickable body.

Fuck

I wanted him, and not just in theory.

No, I ACTUALLY wanted him…waist deep, all nine or more inches…buried deep, deep, deep inside of me.

And I wouldn’t be satisfied until I set about on making it happen.

The first time was sudden.

He was drunk and so was I, and well…after a few more jello shots than either one of us intended, we ended up fooling around in our family hot tub like a couple of love drunk teenagers.

I was every taboo porn fetish he must have had come to life, and he was…even better than I had been expecting.

Wet” didn’t even start to describe what was going on between my legs, and “stuffed full” were the only two words that came to mind when he finally entered me.

We were both covered in cum and sweat by the time he was finally done with me…and from that moment onward, I wasn’t just his mother…

I was his live in sex toy.

NSFW: yes


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