Chapter 1

My husband left us when my son, Tommy, was around 12. His father had been screwing his young admin assistant and she got pregnant. At the time I couldn't believe what he had done but I guess we had drifted apart and I wasn't as sexually interested in him as his belly grew and he drifted further and further out of shape. As for my relationship with Tommy, it turned sexual when he was in college. I guess I am writing to get this off of my chest and to to openly admit to my relationship with my son. We were both adults and I want to share how it all started. It was me, I live with it. It was great sex and the physical part was wonderful. He was and is a great lover and very pleasing in many ways.

After my son left for college, I would go visit him and we would spend the day going to sporting events and local activities sometimes with his girlfriend Stephanie. She was a few years older than him and very cute and sweet. After finding a 1/2 box of condoms on the sofa in his dorm room in his room on one of my visits, I figured out that they were closer than I wanted to admit as a mother. I had always seen him as my little boy but now I knew he was a man with ... well a full life and sexual needs. Earlier when he was a teen, I found the tell tale signs of him masturbating but I guess I just brushed it off. Maybe deep down I thought more about those stained sheets than I want to admit. As a single mother working long hours I was glued to my job and raising Tommy and maybe secretly I didn't want another failed relationship.

Unfortunately, his girlfriend dumped him for an older guy after his second year of college and he became very depressed. I stepped up my Saturday visits and soon they became all weekend visits with me staying in a hotel across town from the college once a month. As an alumni of the same school, I introduced him to my friends at sporting events and we spent time tailgating with my friends and his. His friends were so sweet to me and I soon noticed that they were actually hitting on me. Wow, that was such a great morale booster for me. I would tease them back but nothing more. Tommy began to stay with me at the hotel room and we would enjoy a swim in the heated indoor pool and dinner or just a great movie. There were two beds in the room so nothing out of the ordinary. I had noticed him checking me out now and then but then again I also checked him out too. I thought it was just a growing-up thing and I knew boys liked looking at breasts. My mind would sometimes go to a perverted place that a mothers should never go but I would drop it and move on. More than once I had wet dreams and masturbated to the thought of my son. At first these thoughts and my actions made me feel guilty but it passed over time. It was during this time that I started dressing a lot more suggestive and I guess I was actually teasing and flirting with my handsome 6 foot tall son. He wasn't going out much so I always had his undivided attention when I was in town. I liked being his date and we would both tease each other about being dumped.

I began to get in shape, my full night gowns got shorter, the material got thinner and my panties got smaller. My teasing turned to out-right flirting and I used less and less discretion and modesty around him. It was like I had a secret life with Tommy one or two weekends a month. Ok, I am not a model but I still had a nice body and most people would guess I am 10 years younger than I am. I am a petite size 4 with firm c cups. I don't shave but I do trim my thick dark bush and my nipples are hard at the drop of a hat. I began to forget my nightgowns, on purpose, and I would need to sleep in one of my sons shirts. I loved the smell of his cologne and of him. I would often take them home "to wash them" and really use them to sleep in until I would go back to visit. I would also forget to fully shut the hotel bathroom door after swimming or when I was changing for bed and secretly I wanted him to walk in on me.

One night after a cold football game we got to the hotel room late and I made my way to the bathroom where I stripped down to my panties and put on one of his long-sleeve tee shirts. While I changed in the bathroom, Tommy changed in main hotel room. There was only one room left when I checked in that day so that night he would either go back to his dorm or we would sleep in the same bed. We both had drunk too much wine at the tailgate party after the game so that answered the question of him driving to his dorm. I quickly popped out of the bathroom and there was Tommy standing in the middle of the room totally nude reaching into his overnight bag for some boxers. OMG, I had seen him shirtless countless times but now I got the whole frontal shot to include a good look and his manhood hanging from a thick patch of pubic hair. I must have gasped because he quickly looked up and caught me looking right at him. He fell over on the bed and tried to cover himself. I fainted covering my eyes and we were soon laughing and he pulled on his boxers. I told him I had seen him nude before but my light head and sudden heat flash told me that this was more that just that. I am too young for hot flashes!

We turned on a movie and climbed under the covers but after a while I was too warm and got on top of the covers and we continued to watch movie. I guess I pretended to watch the movie but I was on another planet. I found myself squirming around and intensionally moving enough to have the tee shirt slide up my thighs and expose my panty covered crotch. I spread my legs apart trying not to be to obvious. My dark thick bush was not hard to make out through the almost transparent pink satin and lace panties that weren't large enough to contain all of my thick bush. I occasionally looked to see if he was looking and noticed that he was squirming to conceal a very large bulge in the covers. I teased him about it being too warm and that he should sit on top of the covers be he said he was fine. Honestly, my crotch was as wet as his penis was hard.

At some point I got up to use the bathroom and when I returned I laid belly down on the bed with my head towards the television and my feet towards the head of the bed. I am sure he noticed my swollen nipples and the dark silver-dollar sized aureolas that showed through my shirt. Yes, I was sporting some horny high beams! I propped myself up on pillows and went back to "watching" the movie. I made sure that the shirt was around my waist and I made sure he had a great view of my ass that was clearly visible to him. With the pink transparent panties I was wearing, I am confident he could easily make out the crack of my ass and the dark patch of pubic hair that conceals my womanhood. When Tommy got up to pee he clearly had a full erection that he tried to conceal with his tee-shirt. When he returned I added gas to the fire by squirming a little and wiggling my ass. I slowly started spreading my legs apart and I knew that I was soon exposing my crotch. Knowing that my crotch was visible and only covered by a thin piece of pink sheer material was a very liberating feeling. I was on fire and by the look of the bulge in the covers, he was watching my ass and crotch more that the movie. I wanted him to see me, I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.

After the movie had ended I jumped under the sheets and tried to sleep but I was way to amped up. At some point I cuddled against him and fell a sleep. I woke up in the spoon position with his arms around me and the hard bulge of his penis against my ass. I pushed my ass back against him and brought his arms around me tightly. I heard a low moan and he held me tight in his arms. It felt so great to be in his arms and to feel the warmth of him against me. It was all I could do not to reach back and place my hand on his stiff penis that had began to even get stiffer as it nestled against the crack of my ass. He tried to adjust and pull back his hips but I somehow managed to tell him, in a hoarse raspy voice shaking with fear of being rejected, that it was ok. I pulled him tighter against me. At some point he got up and went to the bathroom. I was sure he masturbated. I wanted to bust in on him and tell him not to waste what I wanted so much in my body but my body was frozen as i fingered my wet clitoris to a powerful orgasm just as the toilet flushed. OMG, I want my son like a woman in heat and not like a mother. My swollen pussy lips were still quivering from my orgasm and my fingers sticky from my own cum that was generated by me thinking of my own son filling me with his manhood. Oh GOD, am I a pervert. I tried to regain myself as he got back into bed but I heard my voice squeak as I asked if he would cuddle with me again. He wrapped his arms around me and I pulled him tight. I was certain he was not as hard as before and I realized that be must be well hung because there was still a very large and hard penis snuggled up against the crack of my ass. My mind went back to the view I had earlier, yes ... I am certain he has a large penis. At some point we fell asleep and when I woke up I was laying with my head on his shoulder with my crotch on his hip and my leg draped over his. My crotch was resting on his hip bone and the light colored material of his boxers had a very noticeable wet spot right where my crotch was. I looked closer and could see the faint outline of his penis and a distinct shape of the large head of his penis. It was a beautiful sight and a great feeling that ended all too soon when we had to get up so I could drive home and he could go back to school. Did he notice? I was sure he was not a virgin but did he know I was wet. Did he like the feeling of my firm breasts against his chest. My nipples were instantly hard again and my knees were weak.

His father, what made me think of his father? His father had been my only lover up until then and the only man I knew. I didn't have a comparison until now but now I was comparing the size of his fathers penis to what I thought was the size of his sons penis. I had already gone there, yes I wanted to feel my son inside of me again. Not as a mother giving birth as before but as a lover with lust and yet loving passion. Maybe I would forget and move on, maybe I should fuck a stranger to move forward or maybe I should let passion dictate destiny.

Tommy was quiet that next morning. I gave him a hug and held him tight. I told him that I really enjoyed the night and being with him. I whispered in his ear that it felt good to feel a man against me and I was glad it was him. He smiles and said that he liked the way I felt too. As he prepared to walk away I told him that he needed to use tissue on his next middle of the night trip to the bathroom. I couldn't believe it just came out, did I really say that? He turned red instantly and his jaw dropped. I quickly kissed him on the lips which also surprised him, patted his ass and said that is was ok, the wet spot on the front of his boxers around his hip was from me. With that I turned and walked to my car, making sure I swaged my ass as sexy as i could, and drove home. My legs were still weak and my stomach was still in knots 2 hour slater when I got home.

It all was normal for the next couple of weeks except that I had wet dreams almost every night. We chatted on the phone a few times and exchanged e-mail like nothing had changed but in my heart I knew it had. I was glad when homecoming came and I would see Tommy again.

I arrived late on Friday night and after checking into the hotel I rode over to meet Tommy at his dorm along with one of my sorority sisters and her husband that had a daughter one year older than tommy. It was hard not to want to run up to him and kiss him on the lips and hold him tight in my arms. I wondered if there were other moms that felt the same way. How many moms in the crowd had passionate relationships with their sons? Was I the only crazy mother out there that had dreamed of fucking her son? It was a wonderful night of catching up with old friends, talking to Tommy and his friends and meeting some of Tommy's new friends before I ended up going back at my hotel with soe friends and then going to my room all alone. I called Tommy's cell and asked him if he would like to come over to the motel. He said he had too much to drink to drive but he wanted to. I got a lump in my throat and butterfly's in my stomach. Do I offer a cab? I was glad I raised a responsible son but I wanted to see him. Ok, what do I do? So I did what any loving mother would do. I changed into some jeans, threw some toiletries and a clean pair of panties into my purse and had the front desk call a cab for me. Destination ... my sons dorm room.