I tried being really close with him, asking about his day, and girls. He just stared at me, dumbfounded “do you want to fuck mommy, yes or no?” I snapped, he nodded fervently. “I wanted her to be my first! I then spread my legs slightly and waited. “Hey mom I’m home…” he said as he walked in. It was sometime after I stopped fighting that I had an orgasm with him, and then another, and then I was having them every encounter. Every afternoon I found myself masturbating, thinking of him (and occasionally the men from my past). Every afternoon I found myself masturbating, thinking of him (and occasionally the men from my past). He just stared at me, dumbfounded “do you want to fuck mommy, yes or no?” I snapped, he nodded fervently. Before he could react I walked forward pulling up my skirt. I thought about it the whole night, I couldn’t sleep. In my mind I was thinking the same thing, any mother that’s caught her son jerking off has had to think ‘do I say something or do I just run out of the room?’.. It was nothing overtly sexual (at first), I would just sit next to him at every meal, and I would hug and touch him more than I used to.
