My First Time Sex with My Son

First Time Having Sex with my Son

MILF of a mother sexually seduced her son after she discovered him reading mother and son incest stories.

My name is Donna. I'm 52-year-old. I'm a single mother of a 31-year-old son, John. Something that happened three-years-ago, when I was 49 years old and my son was 28 years old, a longtime coming, nearly ten-years in the making, I finally had sex with my son. I wish I hadn't waited so long.

Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit how I feel, I love my son. Only, I don't love him in the normal and loving way that a mother should love her son. Well aware that it's as illegal to have incestuous sex with a blood related relative, and as strictly forbidden as it is wrong but, I love my son in the way that a woman loves a man. Returning my incestuous affections, with the both of us on the same page, he loves me not in the way that a son should love his mother but in the way that a man loves a woman.

Unable to help myself from wanting him and desiring him, he's so handsome. He's so smart. He's so tall. Sexually aroused to admit, he has a big, beautiful, and hard prick that continues to cum and seemingly, never gets soft. I love everything about him, especially his big dick.

John is the love of my life. He's my baby. While searching for my dream man, unbelievably, I found him in my son. Not only that but, I made him. I created him. I gave birth to him. He's mine, all mine.

Having wrestled with the thought and struggled with the temptation for so long, how can something that feels so right to be so wrong to have sex with him? Yet, truth be told, if I could marry him, I would. With us having already talked about marriage, if he could marry me, he'd marry me, too.

I only wish that he could give me a baby but with me no longer able to have children, I'm too old for that. More realistically, the first time that I had sex with him, just one time having sex with him wasn't nearly enough. With the both of us hoping that our sexual relationship would continue, we both were happy that it did.

Yet, more than just a mother having one-time sex with her son, and a son having one-time sex with his mother, we wanted more. While hoping that it would blossom into that, we wanted to have a love affair with one another. I wanted to continue making love to him as if he's my boyfriend, my lover, or my husband instead of my son. He wanted to continue making love to me as if I'm his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother.

I wanted to run away with him. I wanted to move somewhere no one knows us. With me looking ten-years younger and him looking ten-years older, we could easily pass somewhere and someplace as a married couple on our honeymoon.

With so many cities in the United States and so many countries in the world where we can hide our forbidden desire from judgmental and nosy people, I wondered where we'd go. Spinning the globe while pointing my manicured fingertip at a country, with neither of us multi-lingual, we'd need to go somewhere where they speak English. I wanted to go someplace where we could find jobs and a place that was cheap enough to live.

# # #

I haven't told anyone about my incestuous affair with my son except for my sister, Debbie, John's aunt. She's not only my younger sister but also, she's my best friend. No one would understand our secret love affair but her. With her sexually attracted to my son, her nephew, too, she understood why we did what we did.

"I need to tell you something, Deb," I said.

As nervous as I was sexually aroused, daring myself to tell my sister my secret, needing to tell someone, I told her.

"I've been having sex with John," I said.

I heard my sister gasp on the other end of the phone.

"Seriously? You're having sex with your son," she asked disbelievingly?

Then, she laughed out loud.

"To be honest, if he was my son, I'd be having sex with him, too," she said with a dirty laugh.

She paused as if thinking of what to say in her response to my confession.

"Tell me. How is he in bed? Does he have a big dick," she asked with another dirty laugh?

I returned her laugh with my laugh.

"He's the best lover that I've ever had. Yes, he has a huge cock. He has a much bigger and harder prick than his father. I love his big dick as much as he loves my big breasts," I said.

My sister paused on the phone as if she was rethinking what she was about to say but said it anyway.

"Hoping that I'm not embarrassing myself and I don't want to make you feel awkwardly uncomfortable but," she said with another pause. "If it's okay with you, I'd love to have sex with him, Donna," said my sister. "Do you think John would want to have sex with me?"

I laughed.

"I'll ask but I think he'd jump at the chance to have sex with you, his aunt," I said. "I know that he's sexually attracted to you. He told me that he's masturbated over imagining you naked and having sex with him," I said to my sister.

Clearly, a family thing, incest runs in a family. With her being so supportive, after I started having regular sex with my son, I've even allowed her to have sex with John while I watched. Then, I allowed my sister to watch me having sex with him.

One time after drinking too much wine, we even had a threesome. After we both had sex with my son, I had sex with my sister, and my sister had sex with me while John watched.

"Debbie. My God, Debbie. Don't stop licking me. Eat me, Debbie. Eat me," I said while I sat on her face and leaned down to lick and finger her pussy while she licked and fingered me in the 69 position.

Debbie continued licking and fingering me while I continued licking and fingering her.

"Finger me harder. Lick me faster, Donna," said my sister. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

We had our orgasms together while my son masturbated. Then, we both blew him at the same time while taking turns sticking his big dick in our mouths. He ejaculated in both of our mouths and all over our faces.

# # #

Hard for me to wrap my head around, I'm living my best life while exploring my sexual fantasies with my son. When I'm not having sex with him, I masturbate over doing dirty and nasty things to his naked body, and him doing dirty and nasty things to my naked body. I finger my clit while imagining him naked. I pinch, pull, turn, and twist my erect nipples while envisioning him fingering my pussy while licking my pussy and eating my cunt. I continue playing with myself and cum over John making slow and passionate love to me.

Something that I dreamt about, I dreamt about him making out with me while feeling me through my clothes. I pictured him undressing me and stripping me naked while touching and feeling my naked body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. I visualized him kissing me, French kissing me, while undressing me and stripping me naked.

I dreamt about him stripping off his clothes as if they're on fire. I envision wrapping my manicured fingers around his enormous prick while staring up at him with a sexy smile and a naughty look. I picture myself slowly and lovingly stroking him to an even bigger and harder erection. Then, I imagined taking him in my mouth and sucking him. I imagined him cumming in my mouth and exploding a second load of cum all over my face.

I imagine him fingering my pussy, rubbing my clit, finger fucking me, and pressing on my G spot. I imagine John masturbating me. I visualize him fingering my pussy while licking my cunt, his mother's cunt. After envisioning him masturbating me and eating me, I play with myself while thinking about him giving me multiple, sexual orgasms, one with his fingers while masturbating me, another orgasm with his tongue while eating me, and a third orgasm while making love to me with his big dick buried deep in my pussy.

Then, after he had given me multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers and with his tongue, I dreamt of us sleeping in the same bed. I dreamt of him continuing to have sex with me. I dreamt of him making love to me every morning and fucking me every night. I dreamt about him eating me and me sucking him in between making love and fucking one another.

After he gave me another sexual orgasm, this time with his cock, while making love to me. I imagined him fucking me. I imagined wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his back. I imagined him pounding my warm and wet pussy fast and hard enough for him to give me a fourth orgasm with his big, hard prick.

Something as crazy as it's sexually arousing, it's my dream to make my son my man. It's my sexual fantasy to continue to make out with him while feeling him through his clothes. I'd love to slowly undress him every day and every night. I'd love to strip him naked.

While French kissing him, I'd love to touch and feel his naked body everywhere that a mother should never touch and feel her son. I dreamt of cupping his testicles before taking his big dick in my hand again to lovingly stroke him. Then, I imagine stroking him while sucking him until he ejaculates his cum in my mouth.

# # #

Only, even though we finally had sex ten, long, sexually frustrating, and horny years later, I didn't think that my son was as sexually attracted to me in the way that I continued lusting over him. As soon as he turned 18-years-old, my wanting to have sex with John is when my serious sexual attraction started. I didn't think that he'd have sex with his mother until, one day, he left his computer on to go to the bathroom. While I made his bed and cleaned his room, that was when I saw what he was reading on his screen.

'He's reading mother and son incest stories,' I thought while reading the story that he had on his screen.

As shocked as I was sexually aroused, never thinking that a story about a son having sex with his mother would sexually excite him, he was reading stories about a mother having sex with her son. He had dozens of mother and son stories saved on his computer. More than that, when I scrolled through his saved images, making my nipples erect and my pussy wet, he had saved photos of redheaded, blue eyed women with big breasts. He had saved dozens of images of topless and naked women who looked like me.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I don't believe what I'm seeing. All of these women look like me. They could be my long, lost sisters. Clearly, John wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him.'

Never thinking that my son would want to bed his mother, I thought that I was the only one perverted enough to want to bed my son. Judging by the mother and son stories that he saved and the images of the topless naked women who resembled me that excited him, it was clearly obvious that my son wanted to have sex with me. He wanted to have forbidden sex with his mother as much as I wanted to have incestuous sex with my son.

As shocked as I was sexually aroused, I couldn't believe that he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted and dreamt about having sex with him. Hard to wrap my horny and sexually frustrated brain around it, with me twenty-one-years older than him, he wanted to have sex with me. With all of the young, beautiful women out there, my son wanted to fuck his mother. I'd never understand his illicit, sexual attraction to me, if I didn't have the same insane, sexual attraction to him.

# # #

As a not-so-subtle hint, I wondered if he had deliberately left his computer on for me to see what he was reading. I wondered if he wanted me to know that he was into mothers having sex with their sons. I wondered if he hoped that I'd see all of the photos that he saved on his laptop of topless and naked, big breasted, redheaded, blue-eyed women who looked like me.

While he was still in the bathroom, no doubt, masturbating because the whole house was shaking, I quickly scrolled through his saved stories and photos. I couldn't believe my eyes. Some of the stories were so hot that I wanted to role play them with my son. The stories that he saved were all about mothers having sex with their adult sons, and adult sons having sex with their MILF mothers. I was flattered that John considered me to be a mother that he'd like to fuck as I definitely considered him a son that I'd love to suck.

Then, when scrolling through his saved photos, every photo was of a topless or naked redheaded woman with blue eyes and big breasts. I couldn't help but notice the box of tissues, and the bottle of lotion that he had on his computer table. He had a wad of tissues in his bucket. I picked the tissues up, opened it, and touched it with my fingertip. It was cum.

He had masturbated himself while reading stories about mothers having incestuous sex with her adult sons. Hard for me to believe until I saw all of his saved photos, again, he jerked off to photos of redheaded, blue-eyed, and big breasted topless and naked women who looked like me. Clearly, he was not only jerking off while reading stories about mother and son sex, but also, he stroked his prick over photos of women who looked like me.

No ands, buts, or maybe, John wanted to have sex with me. My son wanted to have sex with his mother. If only he knew that I wanted to have sex with him, too, I wondered what he'd say. I wondered what he'd do. Now that I knew what he wanted, it was up to me to make the next move to seduce my son. I couldn't wait to sexually tease him by flashing him all that he shouldn't see of his sexy and horny mother.

As soon as I heard him flush the toilet, I left his room, and his computer screen the way that he left it. After discovering that John played with himself over me, I was so sexually aroused that I went to my bedroom and closed my door. Something that I thought would never happen, I couldn't believe that my son wanted to have sex with me. I removed my pink, bunny vibrator and my big, black Dildo, Bruno, from my nightstand drawer and masturbated myself over the forbidden thoughts of having sex with my son.

# # #

After ten-years of flashing and sexually teasing one another, a long time coming, three years ago was the start of us having sex. Everything changed after that. Men are hornier than women from 18-year-old to 40-years-old. As long as they're healthy, women are hornier than men from the ages of 40-years-old to 70-years-old. With him twenty-eight-years-old and me forty-nine-years-old, we were both at the age where we were ripe for one another.

Now that I knew he was into mother and son sex, it was up to me to make the next move to sexually seduce him. Daring myself to do so, I continued to deliberately sexually tease him. No longer being a modestly moral mother, I walked around our house without wearing a robe over my nightgowns. More than that, instead of wearing my long nightgowns that button at my neck, I wore my short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgowns that his father bought me years ago to wear on special occasions. What better special occasion was there than having sex with my son?

"John," I said. "I need your help."

I was standing on a ladder holding a lightbulb. Instead of asking him to change it, I wanted to stand higher up on the ladder while flashing him my naked ass and the back of my red, trimmed pussy. I wanted him to see his mother's cunt in the way that I loved seeing my son's naked, erect prick.

"Would you hold the ladder for me," I asked?

As soon as he held the ladder, I not only climbed higher but also, I leaned forward. With him staring up at me, he stared at my naked ass and my naked pussy in the way that I stared at his naked prick whenever he walked around the house without his clothes.

Then, as I was climbing down, I deliberately caught the hem of my nightgown on the top of the ladder. As soon as I moved to the floor, my nightgown was beneath my armpits.

"John. Help," I said.

He quickly climbed up the ladder.

"I can't undo it," he said. "You're going to have to remove your nightgown for me to free you," he said.

The first time my son saw me naked, I lifted my nightgown over my head.

"Don't look," I said.

He didn't look, he stared. Then, he tossed the nightgown to me and watched me dress.

"I'm so embarrassed," I said while feigning my embarrassment. "I can't believe you saw me naked."

He laughed.

"I didn't see anything, mother. I looked away," he said while lying.

# # #

Whenever I came home from work while wearing my short skirts, with us sitting across from one another in the living room and with me crossing and uncrossing my legs, I deliberately flashed him my panties. Every time I flashed him my panties, he not only looked but also, he stared. Knowing that he wanted to see my panties as much as I wanted to show him my panties, he made my pussy wet and my nipples hard and erect.

Feeling more relaxed after having a couple glasses of wine, again, while daring myself to show him more, I parted my knees a little wider and left them open a little longer. Giving him more to see of my panty clad pussy, I gave him something to masturbate over later. I not only flashed him my panties but also, I flashed him my pussy mound, my camel toe, my pussy slit, and my patch of red pubic hair that showed through my sheer panties.

While waiting for him to make his move to have sex with me, I continued sexually teasing him. No longer wearing blouses that looked like men's shirts, I wore my low-cut blouses, especially the ones that had plunging necklines. Whenever I leaned forward or leaned over him, showing him more of me that he wanted to see, I flashed him, my long, line of sexy cleavage, and my low-cut bras. Depending on the bra that I wore, some bras fell open with me leaning forward, and I flashed him my pink, erect nipples.

Then, with him always staring at all that I was showing, playing even more to his voyeurism and to my exhibitionism, I made all of my deliberate flashes appear accidental. When I wore my short nightgowns, no longer sitting like a lady but more like the incestuous whore that I want to be, I parted my knees open enough to flash him, my red, trimmed, naked pussy. While hoping that he'd jerk off over me in the way that he masturbated over all of those women that he saved on his computer, I deliberately showed my son my glistening, wet cunt.

"What do you think of my nightgown," I asked. "This is one of my favorite ones. Your father bought this for me," I said.

I pulled the nightgown tighter across my naked breasts.

"You can't see anything can you," I asked. "It's not too sheer is it," I asked, baiting him to stare longer and hard at my naked breasts and erect nipples.

Having looked at myself in the mirror, I knew that he could clearly see the shape and the size of my big, double D cup breasts. I knew that he could see my pink, erect nipples, and my symmetrical, darker pink areolas. He leaned forward in his chair while staring at all that I was showing and all that he was seeing.

"No, I can't see anything mother," he said lying.

Yet, with him quickly getting an erection and tenting his pajama bottoms, his big dick told the truth.

# # #

While flashing him all that he obviously wanted to see of my sexy and shapely body, that was when my sexual attraction exponentially grew. I made myself as sexually frustrated as I made John uncomfortably horny by giving him constant erections with all that I was showing and all that he was seeing. While waiting for him to reach out his horny hand to touch me, feel me, and fondle me, I made him as sexually excited as I made myself sexually aroused.

With him continually having big, hard, and throbbing erections while he stared at all that he saw of me, there was no doubt in my mind that John wanted to have sex with me. Clearly, he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him. He had already made his first move by leaving his computer on for me to see the mother and son sex stories that he read. He wanted me to see the saved photos of the topless and naked women, who eerily looked like me.