I spelled all that at once without being interrupted by my son who listened very attentively. When I finished he remained silent and then stated to throw at me his questions. First of all he asked confirmation that his understanding that what happened was not just a one off but for the next six months we would entertain a regular incestuous relationship subject to him respecting all the conditions I set forth. I motherly took his hand reassuring him that that was my intention and if he was game we could have continued even after he would have left the house during the week-ends when I was visiting him or during the vacations he would spend at home. To the contrary I did not anticipated him my intention to step back once he should find a nice lady as girlfriend, because deep in me I was uncertain if I would be able to respect such resolution. I left to real life to set the future for us. The second volley of queries were related to how and when I finally got attracted by him. I told him plainly and simply that dad asked me to consider having a try with him. At first he could not believe what I was telling him. I then explained my evolution, my own long struggle as mother and my final decision to have sex with a desirable, sexy and intelligent man who by chance happened to be my son. He remained almost speechless and his hands were so cute in their instinctive reactions. Then he started to make various questions about what I wanted and what he should provide and how dad would fit in all that. He asked if his sister was also in the picture and I told him that no that was something to strictly remain, at least for the moment, amongst me and him. I said that while dad was the overall initiators of the quest he later had some double thoughts about it when I have finally decided to have a go overcoming my struggles with a lot of remorse, guilt and shame. Then I told him that during the past summer I discovered him as a beautiful male specimen and How I became obsessed with him and his body. I also admitted that what I fantasied at that time was nothing in comparison to the real thing: for me the sex with him has been so good that it was almost impossible to describe. I also confessed that the taboo side of it made gave to the sex e special twist rendering it even more exciting. At that point I asked him to return the favour and tell me how and why he accepted to have sex with me. Before he wanted to know about my fertility, the possibility of pregnancy, and if I was on the contraception because he had noted that we always did it bareback. I confirmed that I was on the pill and that it was not my intention to have another child. He seemed somewhat relived. Having cleared also this point, he then started to say me that since high school all his friends were taking about me and how good looking I was and what they would have done this and that with me if only they could . He was disturbed by these teenager chats for two reasons, first because they were somewhat rude and sexually graphic in their comments and because he could not relate their sexual desires with me a sexually attractive female, being his mom. This changed the when we started to spend more time together and a great role played the small chat we had every time we were together after having done our errands or while cooking. This intimacy opened him the perspective that I was not only his mother but also a friend and also a good looking female. The fact that I started to show during some of the shopping a lot of legs and some of my body triggered his curiosity and he decided to look for my youth photographic portfolio when I was modelling. When he found it in my studio he had a large selection of pictured portraying me in different situations including some very revealing photos of me with only skimpy and very sexy lingerie. He realised what a great body I had and that I was his stereotype of matting female and, while blushing, he confessed that more than once he had masturbated looking at what he desired but thought he could never get. It was in that period that he had the male talk with my husband at the gym about the type of female body he liked and why. He also told me that dad was happy for his good taste and made some comments on how good I was during sex and how pleasant my body was for the lucky man who got the opportunity to play with it. I was dam flattered by both my hubby and my son’s comments and descriptions despite some of them were quite explicit, to the limit of the obscene. He then confessed that when I started to get more physical and especially I started to kiss him he had a major turmoil. He wasn't disgusted, but definitely weirded out at the idea that these kisses were coming from his mom, but on the other hand was he having a possibility to realise the dream of having sex with the female that he considered the stereotype of all sexy and attractive females. He was also turned on by the idea of having sex with an attractive older woman who could teach and lead him. He struggled for some time with this internal conflict which was finally unlashed yesterday night when we started to really French kissing. He was so excited and lusting for me that his hormones easily took over and he gave in for his best experience which on his world “…will always be treasured as the best initiation to sex I could ever dreamed for.”
In this respect, I decided it was the proper time to address the issue of his unannounced decision of having anal sex with me. I told him that what he did was wrong in the sense that I was not prepared and the pain was not part of my concept of pleasure, even if I was able to adjust him in me and at the end it turned out being a pleasant experience overall. He confessed that not knowing if our escapade was just one off and seeing my rosebud from a vantage point he could not refrain to have a try to what he considered being one of the ultimate most exciting sexual practices. I made the point that with me he could have anal sex anytime he wanted but he needed to prepare me and warn me so that I could be relax and prepare myself to accept him and enjoy the experience as he would. Interestingly he never entered into any sort of comparison with his father who remained unmentioned by him during the entire discussion.