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My son and I have had an on again, off again physical relationship for a number of years now. With his dad no longer in the picture, it was just him and I in the house. At first it was normal mom and son stuff, and over time we grew comfortable with each other in our habits and the slow losing of privacy, “me seeing him in his underwear, him seeing me getting dressed, all harmless”. We had our first time together s3xually when we both had a bad day- nothing going right for each of us, very frustrating. Someone had stolen his phọne and I have some pressure coming from my mom. Inhibitions dropped and the chat got a bit racy and suggestive.
Long story short, we made love on the couch in the living room. I couldn’t comprehend the emotions I was feeling as I watched him on top of me, thrusting away into me, I just went with it. We ended up in my bed and made love until we both fell asleep.
The next morning I had a total melt down as I then realized what we had done to each other. I hated myself, I hated him,I hated everything. I avoided him for weeks I was so ashamed of myself, so angry with whạt he had done to me.
We did talk about what happened and we agreed at that point that it was a mistake and would never be discussed or ever happen again. But then, over the next few months, something we both didn’t expect to happen. We started missing each other. I would get home and he would have dinner read. I do same if I get home first. I make sure the house was clean.
I started to feel and treat him like my husband, indirectly. It was sweet that we were considering each other in our deeds but there was no underlying thoughts regarding sex as we already agreed it to me wasn’t going to happen again.
Bra Kwaku, I was becoming römantically involved with him again without being aware of it, I don’t know if you understand what I mean though. I was allowing my thoughts to drift back to his hands, his mouth on me and him being inside me. Masturbation did not help here, I tried. I had no man as well.
Things became sëxual again after a long time. I was cleaning up after dinner one night and he came up behind me and gave me a hug, and asked if we were still ok. It was the night after his 20th birthday, I gave him a card to encourage him to be a good man and have the confidence to do what he wanted to do. What he said when he hugged me was, “we’ve done this before, I’m just checking in to make sure that our encounter earlier was forgotten and there were no Issues. Mom, I really want my life to count after my 20th birthday. I told him the truth that I missed him, séxually, I missed his body. I missed the clöseness, despite the potential problems that could arise.
I told him that when I masturbated I thought of him. I wept real tears of shame and frustration as I told him the absolute truth. His tears were genuine as he listened to me and as he told me that he also missed me but was terrified of hurting me, hurting himself or hurting us, getting caught and criticised by society, everything that could go wrong he was afraid of allowing to happen. We held each other in the kitchen and consoled each other through the tears. Could we re-start something and survive the emotions? Could we defy society and become far, far more than just mother and son? These questions came to mind while we were both kissing deeply. We ended up in his bed. This time, despite my tears, there was no hesitation between us.
I allowed my son back inside me, and it was heavenly being stretched like that I had my tubes tied so the thought of pregnancy was forgotten. Feeling his orgasm pulse into me….couldn’t find the right words. And every orgasm I had was astonishing. I took the next day of and just got lost in his arms. We made breakfast together naked, showered together, we made love, we laughed, we cried. It was a weight off of shoulders.
All this being said, we still struggle with what we are doing. We both know it’s wrong yet we both know that it feels so right. So we don’t share a bed regularly, only when we both decide to make love.
I still look in wonder as my son’s p3nis is about to penetrate me or as I take him in my mouth. And I love his tongue on my vágina.
It’s been six and a half years, we are still we are still together. He has a girlfriend now but we both still love each other and we still have sex almost every night. It’s a big house and it’s his, I’ve given it to him. I live in one room. He would marry and live here with his partner as well. Unless he wants to move out or wants me to move out. Nobody knows about us yet! It’s just a mother and a son they see but we are more.
The guy who said he had feelings for his mom, I want him to know its absolutely normal. I had my regret at first but, it’s more peaceful now. I’m not encouraging this way of life, I am just saying I don’t mind anymore.
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