Chapter 2

As the night wore on, I remained in my room, curled up on my bed in a state of shame and guilt. My body still trembled with the remnants of my self-induced sexual release, the evidence of which continued to seep from between my legs. Tears welled up in my eyes as I berated myself for every mistake I had made, both in that moment and in the past. The weight of my actions weighed heavily on me, and I cursed myself for allowing such a situation to occur. My mind raced with endless thoughts and regrets, each one adding to the overwhelming sense of failure and disappointment within me.

Despite my mind’s endless replay of what had transpired, I couldn’t help but relive every exhilarating detail of my son’s climax while watching me reach mine. A mix of sickness and fascination consumed me as I thought back on it. How could I have let myself be so desperate for attention that I would give in to something like this? The memories continued to roll through my mind, each one more lurid than the last, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to turn away from them. It dawned on me that I may never find an answer to why I allowed it, and that thought only added to the turmoil inside me.

I couldn’t remember when I had drifted off into slumber, but as I opened my heavy eyelids, I was greeted by a brand new day. Immediately, I peeled off the sensual sheer undergarments that I had succumbed to wearing the night before, vowing never to let them touch my skin again. My mind was clouded with feelings of shame and perversion, knowing the immense pleasure I had received from watching my son watch me pleasure myself. Wrapping myself in a long bathrobe and cinching it tightly around my waist, I rushed to the bathroom in an attempt to wash away the remnants of my guilt. As I reflect on that moment now, I realize that deep down, I must have wanted and hoped for what happened next. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the sight that awaited me behind that bathroom door.

Standing in the shower, Kyle’s hand moved frantically over his erect and glistening member, the suds creating a slippery sensation as he stroked himself with wild abandon. As I watched, my body reacted to the sight of him, causing a rush of heat to flood through me. But just as quickly, fear and guilt set in as Kyle caught sight of me and cried out in panic. He tried desperately to hide himself from my gaze, his hands trembling with shame and embarrassment at being caught in such an intimate act.

“Mom, what the hell?” he cried.

“I apologize, I should have knocked,” I said tenderly, but even as the words left my mouth, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Instead, I kept my gaze locked on him, taking in every inch of his body. He tried to hide his arousal from me, but it was impossible to conceal the impressive size and hardness. “It’s okay,” I reassured him with a kind smile. “You’re at an age where those feelings and actions are natural.” My eyes traced the contours of his muscular frame, taking in every detail and committing it to memory. It was then that I realized how much I desired him, and I hoped he could sense it too.

I could tell by the bewildered look on his face that he wasn’t comprehending my words at this moment. He was still reeling from the shock of my sudden appearance, taking in the sight of his naked body and aroused member. “We can talk once you’ve composed yourself,” I stated calmly, giving a final smile before turning to leave. As I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen, my thoughts raced with the implications of what had just transpired.

Each step I took away from the bathroom and down the stairs intensified the throbbing wetness between my legs. The tantalizing scent of my own arousal overwhelmed my senses, filling my nostrils with a sweet, almost dizzying longing. Just the mere sight of my son’s rock-hard shaft had reignited the flames of desire within me. All the harsh curses I had whispered to myself in frustration last night seemed like a distant memory now, as my pulsing clitoris begged for attention. Every nerve in my body was on fire, craving his touch and yearning for release.

As I made my way down to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, its comforting aroma enveloping me in a warm embrace. I sat at the table and tried to distract myself from the throbbing ache between my thighs by clenching them tightly together. My thoughts were consumed with anticipation for my son, waiting for him to join me. It was then that I made a bold decision – I wanted to be his first sexual experience.

But as quickly as excitement flooded my body, doubt crept in. He was a handsome young man now, and I couldn’t help but wonder if there was another girl who had already claimed his first time. Yet, instead of feeling defeated, I resolved to make our time together the best fuck he’d ever have. After all, no one could love him like I did. The thought of our bodies entwined, our desires igniting into a passionate inferno, only fueled my determination. And so, with each sip of coffee, I steeled myself for what would surely be an unforgettable experience between us.

You can see now why I’m keeping real names out of this story. In a matter of minutes, my emotions twisted and turned like a stormy sea. Shame, sickness, and guilt pooled in the depths of my being as I grappled with my desires. But as I gazed into my son’s eyes, all thoughts of self-control and moral boundaries melted away. I was consumed by an overwhelming urge to surrender myself completely to this forbidden pleasure. In that moment, I realized that if I was going to be damned, then I might as well embrace it wholeheartedly and give in to the irresistible pull that had been taunting me for so long.

A few moments passed before my son appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His eyes were downcast, filled with guilt and embarrassment as he made his way down to where I sat. Slowly, he took a seat across from me, avoiding any eye contact and looking like he would rather be anywhere else than at that table.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, trying to sound calm and collected despite the racing pulse in my chest and the slick wetness between my tightly closed thighs.