My first sexual conversation with my son went well.He was spellbound by my candor.
I was well aware that I had crossed the point of no return. It became crucial to establish some rules to avoid detection. Although my husband finds the ‘taboo’ series erotic, I’m not sure how he would feel if he knew it was occurring in this house.
To give you some background, my husband is a pilot and away from home for days at a time. He and I used to swing and still do on occasion. I just want my ‘peeps to understand that our marriage offers liberties that are rather uncustomary. I would never do anything to jeopardize the family unit.
There was a new vibe in this house. Maybe it’s pride, but Michael seems like he stands taller all of the sudden. The distance between motherhood – vs – motherhood/lover is immeasurable. One small step became one giant leap.
I was and still are, spellbound by our clandestine affair. I can only imagine what Michael was thinking, I wanted to know how he felt.
When he returned from school one afternoon I sat him down for a discussion. In conclusion he was very supportive and expressed a great interest in forging onward. I think he feared that I was retreating by calling a meeting so suddenly. I made it very clear to him when declaring the rules as well. ‘Secrecy is paramount’ I said. I also informed him that ‘if I think for a minute that you’ve shared this with your friends, it will end’, I said firmly. He was quick to respond and fully complied.
I reached over and held his hand, ‘I just couldn’t bear to see you suffer behind that wall of opportunity any longer.’ Then I grinned and leaned forward. I confessed to him that I intentionally flashed him some leg that day while he was watching the moto-cross event. He grabbed his forehead and sighed, ‘omg, that was hot’ he said, as he blushed. ‘I wanted to see if I could gain your attention’, I said. He shook his head back and forth, ‘did you ever’, he replied.
I discussed the captivity of the lockdown and how it contributed to my decision to pursue alternative forms of pleasure.
‘I once peeked in on you while you slept’, I confessed to him. He was stunned. ‘It was in the midst of the lockdown’ I added. I apologized. I told him when I found his small collection of adult videos, I began having sexual thoughts about him. Michael was mesmerized by how freely I spoke about the matter. He was yearning to hear more. I admitted when he received the blacklight for Xmas, a thought was born. I had a captive audience indeed. ‘Your response to my leg-shot was favorable’ I said with a smile.
‘Can I say something too?’ he asked. ‘Of course,’ I replied. ‘I hid in the bathroom a few years ago and watched you shower,’ he said, while hiding his face.
I smiled and squeezed his hand, ‘we’re not the only mother and son who developed a crush for one another,’ I said softly. His eyes bounced a few times in surprise. I told him I was committed in providing him with what he desires, ‘as long as you play by the rules,’ I added. He suddenly shifted in his seat. I smiled and took his other hand in mine as well. ‘Are you interested in taking another step forward?’ I asked him. He rattled in his chair, ‘when?’ he asked. ‘Whenever you’re ready,’ I replied.
He was gasping away. I giggled. ‘I really enjoyed what you did to me in the dungeon’ I said, followed with a wink. He was stunned by that admission. He was now inconsolable, melting into thin air. ‘Whenever you’re ready’ I said, as I rose from my seat.
He remained at the table, gasping away as usual. Michael has no idea what I have in store for him now. I’m going to teach him things his friends only dream of. I’m interested in finding out what he desires, the most.
His ‘Butt-man’ video comes to mind. I watched it too, when he wasn’t home of course.
Michaels need for pleasure is about to transform into something exhilarating yet unspoken.
When I was a cheerleader in H.S. I paid no attention to boys like Michael, and for that I feel a great sense of remorse. Perhaps this is a way to redeem myself in some odd way.
I revisit that blacklight encounter in my mind, on a daily basis. It dominates my thoughts. I’m going to provide Michael with many opportunities to continue his quest.
I must admit, I have an undeniable urge to go down on him. I still can’t believe my son is packing that kind of equipment below his belt. He was flaccid when I peeked on him a few years ago.
Michael isn’t aware that his mother doesn’t have a gag-reflex.
Admissions of this nature are not easy to express to others. Few mothers would dare consider this path yet alone, share it with strangers. I hope you’ll climb onboard this train and enjoy the destinations along the way.
I’ll be sharing a vast array of my past encounters including my bi-sexual escapades, and other adventures. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free to comment.
For now, I will continue sharing the seduction of my son Michael. Please excuse my provocative language in the upcoming posts. The temperature is about to rise.
