Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.
Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, “Good night, honey.”
“G-g-goodnight, Mom,” he briefly stammered.
Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:
One: he was a leg man
Two: I did turn him on
This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.
In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.
Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.
My mixed emotions.
I was his mother I shouldn’t feel this way.
Incest is wrong.
I will go to Hell.
Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.
I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man…he just wasn’t my son.
In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since…and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.
Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.
In conclusion, don’t be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can’t be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time)
I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed…wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.
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The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:
Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.
I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings…yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.