All characters are adults.
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Can a mom love her son too much?
I fucked up. My name is Carol and I'm a forty-six year old drunk and alcoholic. This story happened a few months ago, it was a Saturday after my best friend's wedding where I had too much to drink.
Another girlfriend took me home because I was too drunk to drive. She stopped in front of my house. "Yuh need some help getting inside?" She asked.
"I'm fine, lemme get out and you can go." And I was okay enough to walk from the street to my door, unlock it, and go inside. It was after this I fucked up. My vision was very blurry from the booze, and I was kinda in the grips of a black-out like I get occasionally.
What I did was fuck the shit out of my son, Jack.
The next morning, when I woke up with my hangover I freaked out; I was naked and in bed next to Jack. I thought, "Shit!" Jack was naked, too. I tried to get out of his bed quietly and not wake him, but it didn't happen. He was already awake and kissed me on my lips. I pushed him away and got the hell outta his room.
I got in the tub and spent forever trying to wash away my sin, then I got dressed and went to a girlfriend's house. There I called Jack to let him know I was gonna spend the day with Angie.
Jack is twenty-five and old enough to fend for himself for a day so I wasn't worried, but he needed to know what was up with me. And I worried I was pregnant. I didn't tell Angie what happened, but I told her I had unprotected sex with a young guy and was afraid I was pregnant from him.
I wanted to run away from what happened, but I knew I had to go home and deal with what happened. Strange though I couldn't stop thinking about Jack and me doing it. My pussy wanted more of his cock and I wanted to feel him inside me without being drunk. I often finger fuck my pussy while thinking about Jack.
Jack recently left the Marines and was fit. He also drank as much or more than me. And I considered his recollection of our encounter might be foggier than mine. Still, I wanted it to happen again.
I was on my vacation at the time. I'm a county judge. And divorced three times. I don't want husbands, I want cock.
Anyway, I went home. Jack wasn't there. And I made up my mind to talk to him when I saw him next. When he came home and passed by my bedroom door, I got his attention and asked him to come over to sit on my bed so we could have a long talk about what happened.
But then he kissed me and one thing led to another, and I got my sick wish: we fucked again. I fucked his brains out in my bed all night. I drained him dry, and totally forgot about protection. In the morning, after breakfast, I took a shower and wanted to go back to bed. But Jack came in my room and I knew what he had in mind. We fucked all morning long. Finally when we were both drained, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I knew we were no longer mother and son, but immoral lovers.
From then on we slept together. In the early mornings, I woke up next to Jack. Seeing Jack beside me made my pussy wet instantly. After I took my shower, I didn't even bother to dress. I walked to the kitchen naked and just wore an apron to prepare breakfast.