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My son took far too long to get over his first girlfriend when he was newly 18.

For months on end, he barely left his room or our living room, burying his remorse in video games, entry level misogyny (she cheated – hence the complex), and an infinite vat of porn that he didn’t even bother keeping to a low volume.

I even came home early from my waiting job once to discover him jerking it in the shared family bathroom with the door wide open and hardcore porn playing on our living room TV.

His reasoning to his own mother?

Wanting to be able to “goon” on the big screen for once.

Now, anyone at all familiar with my…*unique*…non-traditional (to say the least!)…family dynamic should know that me and my three adult children have a fairly open relationship with each other sexually.

However, back in those early days of our hedonism, my boy was still something of a tortured “incel” type with very little luck with women despite being an attractive guy.

He and I both accredit that to his being on the spectrum, but regardless, it made his first loves betrayal with his own best friend all the more difficult for him to move on from.

What can I say?

I pitied him.

The whole situation was, no doubt, the catalyst that led to us finally fucking.

I mean, can I REALLY be blamed for putting an end to his little pity fap fest by offering him my pussy on a silver platter when he had been openly jerking it to FAKE mother / son porn for months on end?

It was like this girl shattering his heart had activated his dark side or something.

Much to my dismay, vanilla porn simply no longer seemed to do it for him.

One day I came home from work to discover him fucking his favorite fleshlight to (again – FAKE) incest porn, and something inside of me just…snapped.

Not giving him a chance to process what I was doing or explain himself, I joined him on the couch, pushed his own hand back, and I started using the device on him myself instead.

The look on his face was priceless.

Frankly, he looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

Like…a lifetime of sneaking looks at me indisposed coming out of the shower or hot tub or swimming pool had finally paid out for him in a major way.

His own mother…fucking his enormous cock with his favorite fleshlight without so much as breaking eye contact with him.

I figured it must have been like porn come to life – and that was my exact intention.

By the time I was done with him I wanted to make it impossible for him to cum to his demented porn the way he could his own memory bank.

I didn’t know it then, but it marked the moment I ruined all other women for him.

Maybe that was because I didn’t let him finish in the toy.

As soon as I saw him cueing to cum (the gasping, the groans, the raspy and urgent *“wait!”*), I pulled the fleshlight off of his throbbing cock and allowed him to shoot the sticky ropes all over my face, hair, and cleavage, which were amply exposed in my (now soiled) work blouse.

There were few words spoken between us about it in the direct aftermath…but needless to say, I never caught him fapping ever again.

Why would he need to when he now had a live in sex toy that would never betray his trust the way his ex had?

NSFW: yes

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