My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my son coming into the kitchen. I just had the time to raise the head and he was there in all his glory with just a towel around his waist sporting a huge and great smile in his face. I could not believe he looked so good that I thought of him as a mythological semi-god. The he slowly moved toward me; while he was crossing the kitchen his smile died down and his head went down. My heart sank. The first thought which crossed my mind was that he was regretting what we did and was feeling remorse and guilt. He stopped just in front of me and he gave me a very sweet, long and tender kiss followed just by a: “Mom, thank you very much for yesterday night that has been the best and most exciting night of my life. May be we could do it again sometime. I know what happened is at least unusual and possibly socially forbidden, but it was so good that the idea that I will never have the possibility of experiencing it again could really drive me crazy”. Little else was said and another round of sex was initiated by a big smile on my face that swept away all my fears of the “day after”. Yes, I was a girl on fire. That morning I felt in love and enjoyed our sexual intercourse to the maximum. This time in the kitchen we didn't rush things and both of us where a little more secure about what and how to do it. I discovered that young men love to experiment, especially with an experienced lady who can take over the lead anytime he should still lack of sufficient self-confidence. After the sex I served him breakfast and I told him that we needed to talk to set down some minimal rules. My son is not stupid and by now he certainly realised that our relationship had changed and will change even more. But I also wanted to be sure that he took into consideration the consequences that our mom/son relationship might imply. To this extent his first question was about dad and how I was feeling toward him. I told him the truth that I am in love with his dad, how the incest issue emerged and how dad had been uncertain to the point that when he realised that I was emotionally involved and sex would not be a mere satisfaction of a physical pulsion, was scared to death of losing me to his advantage. I also told him that because dad maintained his word of not interfering with my decision to try to have an incestuous relationship with him, I felt that, to respect his request of being aware of what was going on under his roof, on dad return I would have told him everything including the fact that we had sex, that we enjoyed it a lot and we might want to continue in our special relationship.
My son was death scared by that. I told him that for the moment I was not saying anything to dad by phone but I have given him my word and because he maintained his I will reciprocate even if I am unsure what will be his reaction. I know he loves and care for the family but the idea that his boy actually made love with me might really disturb him and cause tensions in the family, whereas now there are none. We discussed if in pursuing my idea of having sex with him I acted too selfishly and if in telling everything to dad taking the risk of ruining a peaceful and established routine in the family was also a selfish action. He told me that whereas he was miles away from the idea of having sex with me when the opportunity arose he happily took over the occasion. That he loved any minute of it and he would never forget the memorable times passed in my arms. If anything would happen in future due to my decisions of telling the truth to dad then I could count on him, even if he confessed he was scared to death of his dad reaction. His words were an balm for my anxiety as well as aphrodisiac for my sexual appetite. With a tranquillized mind, my heart went crazy again, my sex got wet and hot, my nostrils smelled once again the pleasant scent of a man totally different from my husband, and when he touched my harm to reassure me, an electric shock travelled through my skin ...and once again I lost control of my lust. I went over him seated at the kitchen table and after having dropped on my knees, I started to kiss, caress, lick his penis. In my mouth he tasted a mixture of his cum with my lubricating fluids something which aroused me even more, if possible at all. The joint work of my hand and mouth rapidly brought my son cock to his full erection once again. I raised myself, and while he remained seated I climbed over him with a leg on each side to impale myself on his hard rock cock with just one fluid motion. Then I started to slowly sway on his penis while kissing him deeply until I reached my orgasm; my contractions rapidly triggered my own boy’s pleasure that discharged in me several ropes of cum. I was spent and had a hard time to lift myself, letting his now limp cock slide out from my vagina. He really came in a massive way into me and by the time we recovered from this second morning orgasm I was soiled of his human fluids. I took his hand and leaded the way toward the shower where we washed each other, savouring the pleasure of our reciprocal caresses . When we got out from the bathroom I sent him to his room to dress and told him to be ready in 15 minutes for a Sunday brunch at our usual bar. As usual when using the car with him I decided to wear a brown leather mini-skirt which was showing a lot of legs but this time covered by a heavy Lycra pantyhose to protect me against the cold weather, I was wearing a white shirt and a brown sport jacket under a trench. Instead of sitting at the wheal I asked him to drive, while I concentrated on the speech I wanted to make. We took our usual seats and soon we started happily to eat silently. There was a tensions as we feared the words to come. Then I decided it was for me time to start talking, putting down some basic guidelines for us and asked him to hear what I had to say before to interrupt me, then I would be there to answer all his questions if he had any. I began telling him that I was so sorry of having found the courage to do it only six months before his departure for the new university but I also told him and I explained all the agony and emotional trip I had to undergo before admitting to myself that I was lusting for him not only physically but that I also loved his companionship. It was just few months ago when I finally accepted the idea of him as a real potential “bed friend”. I also told him that it was my understanding we will not spend our lives together no matter how much we might want that, but my motherly love, after what happened, will be there forever and so deep that nothing can ever be between us. Then I make him understand how discreet he shall have to be with everyone especially within the family.
We discussed the entire situation and he was mature enough to understand that a situation like the one we were getting into needed the utmost carefulness and discretion. I asked him to be especially discreet with his dad at least until the time our incestuous relationship will be totally digested and accepted by dad. I also told that any hints or innuendos in the presence of his sister might lead to a disaster as she definitively is not into this life style and she might be traumatised or not condone the fact that mom was having an affair with her brother. Another fear I mention to him was that he might not control/behave himself in public and ask for more and more. I told him that I was and would remain the adult and he shall follow my guidance and directions especially in the beginning when he would be a little too excited to think rationally. Nonetheless because one of the main argument his dad used to convince me was that I should teach him the ropes of sex until he would feel totally self-confident, I mentioned the fact that if he had any request driven by his hormones and/or instinct, even the most extreme, he should ask but he should not pretend nor expect me to oblige as I would reserve the right to decide to accommodate his request or not. I also told him that I will divide my time between my beloved husband and him, so in some occasions he shall have to be patient and wait his turn, if there will be any in that specific occasion, regardless of how much he could be excited or wishing to have quality time with me. I told him that others have done it before, and he can sure do it for me if really loved his mom and care for the safety of our new relationship. In this respect, I mentioned him that I was in the peak of my sexuality and he will receive all the love, attentions and sex I will be able to physically provide to him. If he will follow these rules our relationship will be only happiness, pleasure and love. A love so special that I wish him he will find it again only when he will meet his own Mrs Right as I did with his dad almost 24 years ago.