My relationship with my son
I came to confess that my son and i have been in a romantic and sexual relationship for six years now. i'm not seeking validation or anything, we're well aware of the taboo and as such we've kept our relationship secret. but we're happy and fulfilled.
he was the one who actually started it. it may have to do with the fact that we never had a typical mom-son relationship to begin with. i was pretty young when he was born, only 16. i had gotten involved with a guy twice my age who i'd lost my virginity to and got fixated with, then he got me pregnant. for several reasons i decided it was best if he was out of the picture, so i cut him off and never saw him again. when my son was born i devoted myself to provide for him by working two jobs everyday, so it was my mom who raised him. for him i became less a mother, and more that lady friend who took him to the park on weekends. by the time my mom was gone and he was older, our relationship was an evolution of that. we were kind of best friends to each other, and fortunately he had a foundation to become a responsible, independent young man from a very early age. still, it was mostly the two of us. i never finished school and only dedicated myself to climb up the ranks at work, so i never dated much less get married.
as he hit puberty, i realized he might have been attracted to me. he never said anything and i never found the courage to confront him about the semen in my dirty panties, which couldn't have come from anywhere else. but things blew up one day when he was 15: i had the brilliant idea of takign the both of us on vacation to the beach. as i was sunbathing by the pool, i noticed him jerking off by the window of his room, watching me. i snapped and confronted him. he countered by breaking down and crying. he confessed he loved me, in a romantic and sexual way, and didn't know what to do about it because he knew it was wrong. he asked if we could try being together, to which i immediately said no. i embraced him and asked him to try and forget the idea, and then i said the words that possibly would seal our destinies: "besides, it would be really weird for a woman like me to be dating an underage, right?"
modesty aside, i couldn't blame him. we always got along really well and to be fair, i'm a sexy woman even today. thing was, i HADN'T felt sexy in many years, i hadn't felt desired by a guy after his father disappeared forever. i became conflicted because i had liked that a guy was attracted enough to me to jerk off like that, even if it was my own son.
the topic never came up for years, and i no longer found cum in my panties, but i'd lie if i said i didn't give it a thought, specially since i started to notice him becoming a man, taller, stronger, more handsome. still, we never brought it up again, and i never told a soul.
until his 18th birthday. it was a sunday, so the family plan was just him and me going out to eat and have his first legal alcoholic beverages... both of us had a few of those. when we came back to our place... he came on to me and kissed me out of the blue. i now recognize i liked that immediately, but thought it was wrong i pushed him away. he kept insisting that since he was now an adult we could give it a shot, but i kept rejecting me... until he forced himself on me. i was scared at first but a part of me wanted it. i didn't really fight him, and then came a point when i let him have his way. it was a very conflicting experience because i kept enjoying it while i knew i shouldn't. i just stayed there and said nothing while he fucked me... i couldn't have know back then because i didn't know how it was supposed to feel, but he gave me my first orgasm. and then he came inside me. it was so confusing that we just lay here for a few seconds, before i came around and realized what we just had done. we had a really ugly fight and i kicked him out of the house.
i didn't speak to him for about three months, only much later did i find out he was staying at his best friend's place (we had no other family). i was very conflicted about the whole thing: how wrong it was against how i actually enjoyed it, how dirty and angry against him i felt for forcing himself on me, even if i had, in some level, wanted to do it. how much i missed him. he didn't reach out because of fear, but when i did ask him to come back to the house he said he regretted what he did to me and begged for my forgiveness. but by then i had decided i would kiss him.
and then we made love several times that night. and i orgasmed some more. and he told me he loved me and wanted us to be a couple, despite what people said. our relationship started that night, with some ground rules, most notably that no one could know, despite his well-intended idealism, and that we'd get him through college first before we could think of a life together.
six years later, we're living abroad, somewhere far away from home and, unless someone bothers to look at our birth certificates, we can come across as a real couple, even if some people frown upon us because we look like a cougar that scored some poor kid. both of us work a few oddjobs to make ends meet while he attempts to find better employment. still we have enough for a small place of our own, that's the only thing we need.
we have a few friends, but they don't know the real nature of our relationship. in public he calls me by my given name, but in bed, and it really turns us on, he calls me mom. our sexuality is saw raw and honest, and he's capable of equally making love to me as a soulmate, just as much as fucking me like his fuck toy. i just love that image of us, the petite cougar me against his raw, juvenile strength.
and even if we mostly do anal, which we discovered together and drives me crazy, pregnancy is really not a worry for us. i was left infertile by a rather ugly accident when he was young, so we are capable of having as much unprotected sex as we want.