“Yes I think I have read some article somewhere on that subject. I understand that incest between a Mom and her son is a matter of the son feeling like he is man enough to challenge the dominant male, the Dad, and the woman feels that she needs to know that she is still desirable. Don’t get any ideas. It is Taboo, so don’t
get any thoughts along those lines.”
“How can it be more taboo than a White wife getting laid by a young black guy?”
“I don’t know son, but it is wrong somehow,” I continued. Now my thighs were getting little tingles in them and my stomach was having little muscular contractions. I knew the signs. I was getting horny talking to my own son. Oh, I could not believe I was entertaining a fantasy of having sex with my own son.
Actually I had to admit that the thought had crossed my mind as I watched Tim grow into a man and had occasionally gotten a peek at his young cock as he got older and his pubic hair began to grow. I was proud that I had raised a handsome young man and had wondered if he ever had dreams about his Mom.
Tim got up and moved over and planted a big kiss squarely on my lips and as he drew away, I gasped for breath knowing that it was a sexual kiss rather than a friendly one. Tim said, “I wish I had a girl just like you Mom.”
Now, I was thinking of what the meaning of that statement was. Did he want a girl like me his own age or did he want me just like I am and make me his secret girlfriend?
That night I lay in bed with my sexual thoughts and as I felt my private parts I was becoming stimulated with thoughts of being my own son’s secret mistress. How wonderful for a Mom to take care of a son’s sexual needs until he found his own wife. I was trying to think of how being with my own son would be any more taboo than giving myself to BB. No it is not.
A son had needs and if he needs his Mom, it is no more wrong than for a Mom to sleep with his friend. If my son needs me, I will be there for him.
It was after midnight. I was in a state of arousal that drove me to get up and go to my son’s room. I looked at him under the sheet as he slept and I slipped my gown off and slid into bed beside him, moving my hand down into his shorts and felt his soft manhood.
I moved my lips down and took his cock into my mouth gently
sucking and moving my tongue around. I felt it starting to get larger and larger until it was rock hard. I heard my son moan my name, “Oh Mom, I love you.”