Here I am, lying naked in bed with the most gorgeous man in my life, Cole. Yes, Cole's my son, and I couldn't care less!
It started roughly half a year ago. My husband, Steven was as usual begging for sex. He kissed my neck.
"Not tonight," I sighed.
"Honey, we haven't had sex in months!" Steven said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, dear," I lied.
Truth be told, I was a little repulsed by him. His penis was below average, he was overweight and balding. I married him at the young age of nineteen and gave birth to my first son, James a year later. I loved him, of course, but looking back I probably only married him for his stability. By twenty-two I had another son, Cole. At twenty-three I overtook him in his own job and became his manager. Now I was the one keeping the family in shape.
As the years went by, the more I realized how bland my life with him was. The sex was boring. Even when he tried to spice things up, I felt embarrassed for him. A fat, balding man was not attractive, regardless of his intentions. I would have never cheated on him, though. I cared for him too much to betray him.
I never thought of myself as a looker either. I've always kept my mousy blonde hair short, which suited my strict "librarian" face. I've always kept in decent shape for forty-eight, though.
Steven had that pathetic hang-dog look on his face whenever I denied him sex. I felt pity this time.
"You know we haven't had sex for a while, have we?" I said, pretending to be excited. "Okay, let's do it."
Steven eagerly got out a condom and peeled it over his barely 4-inch penis. We spent a whopping three minutes in the missionary position, then he ejaculated. He rolled onto his side, pleased with himself and quickly fell asleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed, dissatisfied. My phone vibrated. It was a text from my younger son, Cole who I hadn't seen for nearly a year. We had plans to meet up after he got a managerial job at a gym in the town. Because of his new job, he now lived near us.
"Hey Mom we still meetin 2moro nite x," it read.
Cole is twenty-six and more brawny than brainy unlike his older brother James (who isn't very sociable and still lives with us at nearly thirty), but for a couple of years now I have had impure thoughts about Cole which a mother shouldn't have. His short dark hair, his hairy, muscular tanned body, chiseled jaw, and he towered over me! People often believe Cole is the older sibling, not James! Still, it was only a fantasy of mine and it harmed no one.
"Of course! Looking forward to seeing you! Your father will drop me off xxx," I replied, feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I met up with Cole at the local café. Even though he was my son I decided to dress smart for him. I wore a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck and high-heel shoes. I saw him sitting in the corner. He was wearing a casual black t-shirt and jeans. I noticed his abs through the shirt. Oh god, it didn't matter what he wore, he was hot!
'Calm down, Pam, he's your son!' I thought.
I walked over to him and sat down.
We discussed a variety of topics, catching up on each other's lives. Cole was never one to settle down. He was never truly single though. Always someone around the corner. With a hint of flirting, we somehow got around to discussing our sex lives.
"I shouldn't be telling you this, but your father is awful in bed," I told him. "He's too soft, and honestly I'm not physically attracted to him anymore."
Cole gave me a grin.
"Sounds like you need a real man in your life," he said.
"Yes, I feel like that sometimes!" I replied.
"Have anyone in mind?" he asked, staring at me intently.
"I... wouldn't cheat on your father," I said.
"What if it was with a 26-year-old stud who you fancied the pants off?" he asked.
My heart skipped a beat. "W-what do you mean?" I asked.
"Mom." He placed my hands in his large, masculine hands, "I see the way you look at me. And to be honest, I feel the same! In fact i've been in love with you since my teens!"
I was speechless. Yes, I liked him, but for him to feel the same way? And for so long?
"I can't, sweetie. Your father!" I quickly said.
"You mean the loser who can't satisfy you?" he retorted.
"Cole, we're talking about... incest!" I replied.
"Mom, all those girls i've fucked have meant nothing compared to you. You're the woman of my life! And I'm the man of yours, not dad!" Cole confessed.
I looked down in confusion. Was it wrong of me to look elsewhere for sex? I tried to rationalize the situation. Maybe having an affair would even save the marriage... But it would be with Cole. My own son! Incest! And what about my older son, James? A mother shouldn't have favorites! I looked up at him. God, Cole was so handsome, though! I sighed.
"Cole, if we do this, we can't tell anyone." I said.
Cole smiled and squeezed my hands even tighter. "So you really up for it?" he asked.
I simply nodded, and he held my hand as we left the cafe to Cole's car.
On the ride back to his apartment I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I phoned Steven, letting him know that I was staying over Cole's place for the night and to pick me up the next day. There's no suspicion in a mother visiting her son's new apartment.
Cole held my hand as we entered his apartment, and he closed the door. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then we kissed. Passionately. He lifted my buttocks and carried me to his bedroom.
Still glued to his lips, he placed me onto his bed. He peeled off his top, revealing his gorgeous muscular body and gold chain necklace against his pecs. It seemed even hairier than I remembered. I placed my hand on his chest, noticing my wedding ring.
"Oh, Cole, this is... Naughty!" I squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.
I lifted my turtleneck, revealing my bra. He quickly unhooked it revealing my D cup breasts.
"You're gorgeous, mom!" Cole said.
This was wonderful, I actually felt attractive!
The moment came when Cole pulled his jeans off. His penis was HUGE. Ten inches at least.
"Like what you see?" Cole asked.
