How my 12 year old son became my lover and more
My husband left us when Jeremy was 5, he had been the love of.my life since high school and I thought that we would be together until old age. I found out he was wrong when he told me he had met someone new and was leaving. We never heard from him again as his new woman shut him off from us.
The monthly child support along with my job wasn’t enough and I soon had to take on a second job. Jeremy spent most of his time with my sister Lizzy. When I wasn’t at work, inhad found drinking to ease my loneliness. I could have easily found a new man, I was beautiful with d cup breasts, and curves that turned heads. I just didn’t have the desire to meet anyone new, I was still in love with my ex
My only sexual release was from my fingers and the vibrator I had ordered online. Most nights I fell asleep masturbating to memories of my ex, or porn on my phone. It wasn’t the same as being with someone but I didn’t care.
Fast forward a few years, I had built up enough savings to cut back to one job and get by. Jeremy was now 12 and looked so much like his dad that it drove me crazy. The extra free time after work allowed me more time to drink. One night as I laid in bed masturbating, my eyes closed, images of my ex disappeared and Jeremy flashed to mind. I don’t know why I didn’t stop masturbating as my son filled my mind and I came so quickly. Laying there panting, I wondered if I was a monster.
A few days later, I was cleaning house on a day off, Jeremy was at school. I entered his mess of a room to grab his laundry, his sheets smelled so i pulled them off the bed. When I did, I saw a flash of pink under his mattress. Lifting it, I saw my panties laying there on the box spring along with a bra. A composition book was under the bra. Why were my things here? I picked up the notebook and sat down on his bed.
Jeremy had always been a gifted writer, and what I read in those pages shocked me. Each day was a journal entry about what i was wearing and what he imagined doing to me in detail. I didn’t expect my panties to get wet as I read. Some pages had a picture of me taped to it. My son was sexually obsessed with me, and for some reason I couldn’t put the book down. Finally I managed to and put it back. I just sat there feeling my heart race. I felt desired again.
After that day I began wearing skirts that were a little shorter and making sure my cleavage showed in the tops I wore. Then when I got the chance, I would read what he had written. His words would play in my head as I masturbated and I imagined it happening to me.
My thoughts grew stronger when I drank. He would be in the room and I would look at him, glancing to see if I could see a bulge. One night the urges are stronger, I was pretty drunk and my brain told me to give him something to look at. I don’t remember what i was talking about that night, only that I started to remove clothes until i was naked on the couch. Jeremy watched the whole thing before rushing off to his room. I passed out naked that night on the couch.
A couple of days later I read what he had wrote about seeing me naked, how he had masturbated after seeing me and how he had snuck back in and kissed my brrasts and touched my pussy while I was passed out. That explained why I woke up with the cushion wet. The next time ingot drunk, I did the stripping again and passed out on the couch.
The next time I read, the details were almost the same, except this time he had taken his dick out and rubbed it between my puasy lips. I masturbated sitting on his bed as I read it. My defenses were weakening, my desire for the boy I had given birth to was growing. I had to do it.
The next time I drank, I didn’t drink as much, but still acted like I had. This was the night I had a real dick in me again. I removed my clothes, Jeremy watched me, then rushed to his room. I laid down and fell asleep. A couple hours later I felt a hand on my breast, caressing my skin. I kept my eyes closed as his hands and soon his lips explored my breasts. I felt one hand slide down my stomach and to my pussy. My son touching me felt so good.
His hands left my body and a moment later, I felt the hear of his cock rubbing between my pussy lips. It felt so good to have a guys cock rubbing me there. I knew he was ready. That was when I slowly opened my eyes, he froze and looked at me.
“Put it in me” I said, he looked confused “put your dick in my pussy Jeremy. I’ve read your journal”
He looked like he wanted to run “it’s okay baby, I need a cock inside me and I love ”
He was still speechless, so I sat up and pulled him onto the couch on his back. There was no turning back. I straddled him, holding the base of his cock. My puasy rested on the tip and I started to lower onto it. The feeling of my sons cock entering me was exciting. All inches were soon in me, he had a look of ecstasy mixed with confusion as I rode his cock.
Jeremy’s cock soon brought me to an orgasm, one more powerful than I had in a long time. I kept riding until his face contorted and he groaned. The feeling of his cum shooting into me is a feeling I had forgotten until this moment. I felt so alive, just having taken my sons virginity.
I didn’t feel bad about it, in fact, I started to think how I wanted it again. A few days passed until a Saturday as I cleaned the kitchen in just my short robe. Jeremy entered and I instantly felt horny. I asked him for a hug, and when he put his arms around me, I pulled his face to mine and started to kiss him. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I felt his bulge grow against my body. I just broke from the kiss and dropped to my knees. I undid his jeans and looked up at him, he looked confused until I pulled them down, held his cock and started kissing it. I hadn’t sucked a cock since his dad, I missed the taste and loved the feel of my sons cock in my mouth.
My pussy craved him so bad that I shot to my feet ans turned to face the counter. I pulled my robe up and told him I needed him inside of me. Jeremy moved closer to me, I felt his hips against my ass. I reached between my legs and found his cock. When I placed the hear against my pussy, he pushed into me. Being fucked by my preteen son bent over a counter was so hot. Jeremy held my hips and kept thrusting, the counter was cold on my tits. His cock brought me to another powerful orgasm and ended with his cum filling me.
My thrill for fucking my son was so strong and I was so addicted to his cock that I didn’t think about consequences until I didn’t have my period. Fear set in and my fears were confirmed when I found out I was pregnant. I am now 6 months into my pregnancy. Part of me scared the baby won’t be healthy, part of me excited to add a baby to the household.
Jeremy and I have become more than mom and son, he has replaced his dad as the man of the house and my bed
