I met Scott during my senior year of college. We dated for a few years, and by twenty-six, we were married. Two years later, at twenty-eight, we had Tommy. We tried for a long time to get pregnant, and just when we thought it wouldn't happen, we had our miracle baby.

We were living an extraordinary life. It was like a fairy tale life for twelve years until our world stopped dead. Scott went in for a routine exam, and they found a mass. After further testing, the results came back, and we heard that dreadful word. He had cancer. Scott committed himself to fighting this dreaded disease, and I promise to stand with him and fight.

Scott did fight the best he could, but unfortunately, it was a fight he lost. Two years later, he passed in a horrible death from that disease. So I find myself a widow at forty. I was numb and didn't want anything to do with anyone.

I couldn't let my feelings of loss stop me. At this time, I had a young man who also had a loss, and I needed to help him through his grief. I left my job. I was lucky that Scott and I had saved enough money and made suitable investments. I was pretty well set for a while. For the next two years, my life focused on Tommy doing everything I could to help his life be more manageable. It brought us very close until he turned sixteen. At that time, like any other sixteen-year-old, he kept to himself and didn't want interactions with me. It was all kept to a minimum.

Then it seemed that on his seventeenth birthday, things changed again. He still spent much time alone in his room but would share much more with me when he wasn't isolating himself.

I started to change as well. Once again, I was thinking about sex. When my husband got sick, and to the present, I haven't been with another man. I started to want sex again. For years, a few of my girlfriends have tried to talk me into dating their friends, but I just couldn't. Although I have thought about sex, I still didn't feel like I could date. I felt like I would be betraying Tommy. He only knew his father, and I do not think I could bring another man into our house.

Many cold showers and a good supply of batteries have been getting me through the days. That was until one day in early spring. I was doing the laundry, so I had to go around and pick up the dirty laundry. Is it so hard to just put everything in the hamper?

I went into Tommy's room, and as with every seventeen-year-old boy, his dirty clothes were strung all over his room. I picked up a pair of his pants and bumped his desk. It brought his computer out of sleep mode. I stopped dead in my tracks, shocked at what I saw. Tommy was looking at porn. I don't know why I was shocked. He was no different from any other teen boy.

I couldn't stop looking. When I clicked on the site, I was even more shocked. Tommy was watching mother/son porn. I found that I couldn't look away. I watched mothers suck their son's dicks, sons licking their moms, and then fucking. I watched four or five different videos. They were all basically the same, fucking and sucking.

I left his room and walked to mine. I felt guilty that I was turned on. I stripped and crawled onto the bed. Reaching my nightstand, I brought out my trusty vibrator and worked it feverishly in and out of my pussy, giving myself an explosive orgasm. Throughout the day, I kept thinking of those videos, and I am ashamed to say I drove my vibe in me three more times that day, giving myself one orgasm after another. The last one was after Tommy returned from school and went to his room. I kept thinking of him watching those videos and thinking of me as he stroked his dick. The more I thought about that, the harder and deeper I drove, my vibe exploding as I thought of it.

When Tommy went to school the next day, I returned to his computer to look at the history. Once again, he was watching mother/son porn. I have to be honest. At this point, I do not know if I was upset or turned on.

I always tried to keep myself in shape, and after Scott passed away, I went back to the gym. It was a good getaway and helped me release my stress. Because of that, I toned up my body, and at forty-three, I felt like I could still catch a man's eyes, but not a young stud. So I went from feeling pride and excitement to guilt when I thought that that young man was my son.

Every day when Tommy went to school, I would see what he was watching the night before. It was always mothers and their sons. As the days went by, I became less upset about my son watching mother/son porn and more excited about it.

My vibe wasn't cutting it anymore. I needed a real cock. That is when I realized it had been six years since I was fucked by a man. Once my husband got sick, I was committed to his care, and then once he passed away, I was focused on my son. I started to cry as I saw how pathetic I was. I always loved sex and couldn't believe I had been celibate for so long.

I thought about telling Tommy I would be away overnight one weekend and go out and pick up a guy. Take him back to a hotel and fuck all night. But that wasn't the way I was. But then my thoughts went to a place I would have never dreamed they would go. I thought about how I could enjoy a fuck session and never leave my house. Yes, I thought about seducing my son.

I couldn't believe my mind went there, but to be honest, I felt no guilt. I felt excitement. I devised a plan and went over it again and again. Whenever I thought about the plan, I got so excited that I had to pleasure myself. I needed to put this plan into place. I needed a cock before I went crazy.

Friday night was going to be the night I put my plan in motion. Tommy went to a school dance and will be home at his curfew at eleven. I knew that when he came home, he would go to his room, and I would bet he would watch more porn. That is when I would confront him about his choice of videos.

Friday night came. I was both excited and nervous. But I needed to go through with it for my sanity. So I wore a red and black corset with lacey panties. I put a long terry cloth robe over it so Tommy wouldn't see what I had on when he first came home.

Tommy came home just before eleven. I was sitting in the family room watching television. I asked him how the dance was. Per usual, I got, "Same old, same old."

He said good night and went to his room, as I expected. I gave him a few minutes before I quietly went to my room. I removed my robe and put on my black heels. I moved to Tommy's room and stood outside the door. I was listening to try to hear if he was watching his porn.

I took a second to get up on my nerve. Before I quickly opened the door and busted in without knocking. Tommy jumped and hiked the covers up over him before he started yelling at me. He was stroking himself, but I didn't want to address that to embarrass him. He stopped yelling when he saw what I was wearing.

I sat on the edge of his bed and said, "Tommy, I have to talk to you about something."

"What is it, mom."

"Can I see your computer for a second," I asked him.

He didn't say a word but looked quite confused. I opened his browser to open his history, but I didn't need to. The video he was watching was still open in a tab. "Are these the videos you watch?" I asked him.

He tried to divert the conversation, but I pressed him to answer. "Is this how you think of your mother?"

He still wouldn't answer, but I continued to press him. He eventually hung his head and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry, mom, it is because all the guys think you are so hot. They planted that thought in my mind."

So you look at mother and son porn and jerk off thinking of me?"

"Click on it and show me what you are watching tonight."

Tommy clicked on the video, and it started where he had left off. The mother was between his son's legs, sucking his cock.

"So you dream of me doing this?"

I moved the covers aside and took hold of his semi-hard cock, and massaged him as we watched. His cock grew in my hand as I continued to stroke him. Finally, he moaned, "OH God, mom, that feels amazing."

I leaned my mouth inches from his ear and whispered, "Would you want me to suck you like that, baby?"

His voice cracked as he screamed out, "Oh yes."

I moved down over his cock and licked from his balls to his tip. Up and down, my tongue licked over him, making sure I gave much attention to his balls. Thoughts went to how long it had been since I had a man's cock in my mouth. I have always loved sucking dick; it took seconds to remember how much I missed it.

I wrapped my lips around his tip and moaned as I tasted his precum. Oh, I so missed that. My lips slide up and down on Tommy, his cock disappearing into my mouth. I took him to the base and held him in my mouth as I licked him up and down.

Tommy was getting louder as he moaned, "Oh God, mom, that feels amazing, oh god yes, don't stop. Suck my dick."

I always loved hearing my lovers beg for more and tell me not to stop. That just made me suck him faster. Tommy's hips thrust up into my mouth. His body started shaking. He tensed up as I felt his cock spasm in my mouth. Then feeling stream after stream of his young load fill my mouth. I loved feeling him erupt in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, milking every last drop out of his dick.

Once his cock went limp, I let it fall from my mouth. I thought that since I sucked him dry, he was done. I looked at him and kissed him softly on his lips. I whispered to him, "Baby, you don't have to watch videos. We can help each other whenever you want. Never tell anyone."

I went back to my room. Feeling horny, I took off my panties and lay on the bed. I relived the night's events, and as I did, I got wetter and wetter. As I slowly started rubbing myself, my hand was between my legs.

The door then sprung open, and in walked Tommy. He was naked as he moved to the bed next to me. "I want more, mommy."

His hand moved to my breast as he lowered my corset, exposing my big tits. He started massaging and caressing them. Oh boy, that did feel good. As his hand caressed my tits, he leaned down and kissed me—a hot passionate kiss. His hands left my tits and moved down my body to my wet pussy. He rubbed up and down my slit before he slid a finger into me. I groaned loudly. Savoring the feeling of someone else besides me in my pussy.

He broke our kiss, looked at me, and sheepishly said, "Mommy, I want to do something, but I don't know if I know how."

"What is it, baby? What do you want to do? Tell me?"

He didn't answer me. He just turned the television on, sent the internet through it, and typed in an address. He hit play, and a video of a guy licking a woman's pussy was playing.

"Mommy, I want to do this to you. Please teach me."

I smiled at him, "Oh yes, baby, yes, mommy needs that."

I raised my knees with my feet on the bed and spread my legs wider. My hands moved between my legs as I spread open my labia. Here baby lick here, I told Tommy as I rubbed my finger over my clit. I felt Tommy's tongue flicker over my clit. I loudly moaned, "Oh yes, baby, that's it. Lick me there."

I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of a tongue licking me. My moans increased, and I lost myself in the pleasure that I forgot what I was missing. I was not guiding Tommy at all anymore. My hips raised, and my moans became even louder as I felt two fingers slide into my wet pussy. My hips ground onto his fingers, wanting it deep. His tongue licked over my clit. I begged him for more. My hand was on the back of his head as I pushed his head into me and hiked my hips higher.

My breathing became heavier, and my moans much louder. I thrust my hips upward hard and quickly as my body tensed. Finally, I screamed, begging Tommy not to stop as I rode wave after wave of a long-time-coming orgasm.

Tommy moved up on my body. Feeling his weight on me was pretty comforting. I kissed him passionately. Tasting my cum on his tongue and lips as we kissed. Not unfamiliar with tasting myself on a man, It turned me on even more as I tasted myself on my son. 

As we kissed, I could feel Tommy's dick, already hard against my stomach. My sexual desire was pent up for too long. I wanted more. No, I needed more. I whispered to Tommy, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I want to feel you in me."

Tommy's eyes lit up, and he looked like a kid in a candy store. Tommy lifted his weight off me and reached down to take hold of his cock. He guided it between my legs, and I felt his tip against my wet gash. I built with anticipation as I begged him to do it. Finally, he pushed his cock into me. I watched his eyes close when he first felt his cock slide into my wet pussy. It was always a thrill to see a man's reaction the first time they felt their cock go in a woman.

Because it was Tommy's first time, I didn't expect much. I didn't even expect to cum, but I did love the feeling of a hard cock in me again.

Tommy started sliding in and out of my wet slit. His thrust became faster and harder. I looked up at him, watching his facial expressions. That was when I had a flashback that blew my mind. Looking up at Tommy, I suddenly realized I was looking at Scott, my deceased husband. At that moment, I first realized Tommy's resemblance to his father. I would see the same facial expressions on Scott's face when he fucked me as I looked at Tommy.

Watching and feeling Tommy in me was bringing me over the edge. My moans became louder as I begged Tommy for more. His thrust became faster and harder as I knew he was close. My juices were boiling from deep inside me.

"I begged him, yes, baby, yes, fuck me fill me with your load. Cum in me!"

Tommy pounded two more thrusts into me, remaining deep in me on the third. I could feel his dick throbbing as he filled me with stream after stream of his young cum. Between feeling him drop a load in me and bringing back memories of my husband fucking me. It was too much. I let out a scream telling Tommy I was cumming. My body shook and squirmed under Tommy as I rode wave after wave of my orgasm.

We both collapsed in each other's arms. We held each other until we fell asleep. Although sleep was not very long as we fucked three other times through the night and into the following day.

This was the first of a long love affair with my son. He moved into my bed that night and stayed there for five years. We have enjoyed our new relationship, which continues to be as rewarding and hot as our first night together. By the way, Tommy never did stop watching porn. The only difference is that he watches with me as we lie naked. Who said porn is bad?