My sexual relationship with my son started over six years ago. I wrote two stories about and started a third but didn't get around to finishing it because things were changing along the way and it was simply hard to catch up.
I am not going to recap what happened in the first couple of years after it began because you can read that for yourself in my earlier submissions. I will give you a brief overview of the major events over the last few years but more importantly, share with you where things are now. By the way, thanks to all those that have emailed me. I appreciate it very much. To answer the biggest question that people ask, yes, this really happened. The only things I have changed are names and some of the conversation that I have frankly forgotten so I re-created it as best I could.
My son Josh and I began having sex when he was in college, and it continued for three years and it was amazing. It was strange; in every other way, our relationship was like a typical mother and son. I know it is hard to believe but when we were around others no one could have ever guessed what was below the surface. I still worried about him, took care of him and his sister, also in college, washed his clothes, nagged him about grades or staying out too late, just like every mom. But, when we could get away or were sure we were alone at home, we went after each other like rabbits. I found out that I had more than a small submissive streak and Josh was pretty dominant - and constantly horny - so he always initiated things and took control. Sometimes, even when people were around, he would brush up against me or let his hands dangle to his crotch, our eyes would connect and my pussy would be drenched, and he admitted that he would get erect. It was truly the most wonderful sex I'd ever had.
Everything changed the third year. He'd told me about this girl he'd been seeing and I was relieved in some ways because I was afraid our sexual practices would inhibit him from developing relationships with girls his age and I knew deep down that he needed that. Nevertheless, a part of me was actually jealous. In the first few months after he started seeing Louisa, nothing changed that much. We still had torrid sex when he got home and once, I even visited the town his college was in and he stayed with me at the hotel and we slept together and had great sex. But, as his relationship with Louisa grew and deepened, our sex became less frequent and finally, it stopped altogether. Strangely, we never talked about it stopping; it just did and I knew that was inevitable at some point. But, my God, it was tough. Much of the difficulty was sexual deprivation to a degree. Josh's father was away so frequently we simply didn't have much time together but more than that, while at one time the sex with my husband was good, it couldn't compare to the pleasure I got with Josh. Besides that, things like his young, large cock, perhaps the illicitness or young passion or whatever it was made for sexual ecstasy. And, I suspect another reason it was so difficult that I was simply jealous of Louisa getting his attention...and his big cock. But, I think I did a very, very good job of not letting on that it bothered me.
One time I even thought about having an affair if I could get it arranged. I was still in pretty good shape for an older broad - very little extra weight if any, tits that were still fairly taut and an ass that had only softened a bit over the years. And my legs were still good so all in all, I thought I might be able to attract a young man and have the same kind of sex with him I did with Josh. I even had a target guy in mind - one of my clients (I am an independent accountant). He was married, about my age, and a very nice, attractive man. One day he came over to my office at home to discuss a tax matter. Normally he bought his assistant with him but he was alone this time. We flirted and he gave me a very promising kiss and pressed himself to me when he left. I could tell he was erect and Lord knows I was wet so it looked promising but then Josh visited and well, you will see what happened.
This happened a month ago. It had been over two years since Josh and I had any form of sexual relations, no talk of it, no suggestive comments, nothing. During that time, there was numerous opportunities, even several times when my husband and daughter were away and it was just Josh and me in the house for a day or two alone. As hard as I tried not to, I wanted it but Josh never made any moves or gestures that indicated he did. I probably would have responded but I would never have initiated it.
Josh was working in the city where he'd gone to college, and he was living with Louisa, but they had not married. No one seemed to pay any attention to that these days. Anyway, one day he called and spoke to his father and said that he had a couple of days off and would like to come home and talk to us about something. As usual, when your kid tells you that, you automatically expect the worst but his father pushed him on it but Josh just laughed and said there was nothing wrong but he had some news that he wanted to tell us in person. He said that Louisa was working in her catering business and couldn't come with him. So that afternoon, he arrived.
Other than dressing better and cutting his hair shorter, he looked pretty much the same as during his college years. He as tall and slim and quite handsome. I won't go into his other physical attributes because you can see that in the other stories if you're interested. But, let me suffice to say, ahem, that he is rather well endowed in the nether regions.
The news was that he had a great opportunity for advancement at his company but it would involve moving to the west coast - in three weeks! He also said that right now Louisa is not moving with him because her catering business is growing rapidly and she didn't want to leave that. He seemed okay with the decision and said he thought things would work out some way with Louisa but that he knew that long distance relationships were very difficult. He said they were going to try because they loved each other but the business opportunities for both of them were just too great to pass up right now. He said since this would be the last time he could visit before he moved, he would stay home a couple of nights if that was okay. Of course it was even though his father had to leave on a business trip the next day. So, that night we had a really nice, relaxing dinner. Our daughter was away at graduate school but otherwise, it was almost like old times.
The next day, Josh hung around the house in the morning and had breakfast with us. He then drove his father to the airport and on the way back called to say he was going to visit a couple of friends and that he would return later in the day. I worked in the yard most of the morning. Around 12:30, Josh called and asked if I would like to join him and Kurt, his high school friend that used to hang around our house all the time, for a late lunch. I was flattered and quickly accepted. I cleaned and put away the garden tools, took a shower and was getting ready to go out when Josh called again and asked if it would be okay if they picked up some something to have lunch at our place. So I got the table ready on the patio next to the pool. They bought home some Mediterranean food and we had a lovely lunch. It was a pretty warm day in late summer but nevertheless it was very pleasant. It was also nice to catch up with Kurt, who'd been Josh's best friend since grammar school. He'd dropped out of college and stayed in town to work for his dad who was in the real estate development business.
During lunch, we all caught up. Josh told us more about his new opportunity. Kurt filled us in on his job in his father's firm. I playfully asked him about his love life. Josh laughed and said that Kurt had already run through all the girls in a 50 mile radius so he needed to expand his territory. Kurt laughed as well and didn't say much to dispute those remarks. But one of Kurt's friends that I'd seen a few days ago told me that Kurt was very serious about one girl that had moved away for a job and he was heartbroken. Whatever the real story was, I knew he wouldn't have much problem finding a girl. He was like a blond version of Josh, just a couple of inches taller. It was a little hard to tell under the loose clothes he was wearing but if he had stayed in half the shape he used to be in, he was quite a hunk.
The boys decided to hang around the pool and take a swim. Josh lent Kurt a pair of trunks and they came back out and jumped in. After swimming around and splashing each other several times and generally horse-playing around, they got out of the pool to get a pool volleyball and net. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but the sight of them in their swimsuits got this old girl's attention. It wasn't because the suits were brief or anything; as a matter of fact they were big and blousey. Being wet, the fabric clung to their bodies and I could see the big bulges at their groin. Obviously, I knew what Josh carried under his but Kurt's was just as well filled out. I fantasized about pulling the suits away to reveal those beautiful cocks and tight, big balls...well, I was getting too carried away! But I knew I was getting sexually excited. Once they got the pool equipment Josh said, "Mom, c'mon and join us. It feels great." Kurt chimed in as well so I went in to change.
As I stripped to change into my swimsuit, I looked in the full length mirror in the bedroom. I watched my weight and exercised pretty regularly and except for my full tits sagging a little more or perhaps a little softer belly, I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at myself. I had always been told by boys that I have a nice ass and I still felt like it was pretty firm. And my breasts weren't bad either. My nipples were still big and taut, and when excited, still get as hard as pebbles. All in all, I still felt good about myself but I was still a little apprehensive about wearing anything other than a pretty conservative swimsuit around two guys that were used to seeing bodies of girls at least 20 years younger than me. So I pulled a one piece black suit out and started to put in or but first...first, I put my foot on the bed and reached down to just touch my pussy for a minute. As I suspected, it was soaking wet. I couldn't help but stroke it a few times and dip a finger inside but I knew that if I really got started, I'd have to finish it off and I wanted to wait and do that tonight when I was alone and had more time.
