A mother’s Love
I am 43, my son is 19. I’m married to his dad but he drives a truck across country so he’s gone a lot. My son and I have always been close, and I’ve always been very open with him. That is, there’s never been a time in his life he hasn’t seen me topless, though not in a sexual way. He slept in my bed at least half the time his dad was out until he started getting erections. It’s been a few years. Well he’s been dating this girl we all really liked, not too serious but he was really starting to fall for her. From a woman’s point of view I knew it wasn’t mutual but that’s another story. So last night the inevitable happened. I was already in bed when he came home very distraught as she had dumped him. He got ready for bed then came into my room wearing only boxer shorts (nothing abnormal for us) and told me about it. I laid the covers back and he climbed right into my bed and I held him like I haven’t in years. We talked and I petted and caressed him for the longest time. I don’t know if it’s normal for a mother or not, but I’ve had many occasions to have very strong sexual desires for him, but I’ve never acted on them. That said, I felt him becoming aroused. He tried to keep it from me, but I was very aware of it. As we laid face to face, me petting his face, something came over me and I kissed him gently on the lips. He pulled back, we stared into each other’s eyes for the longest time, then he leaned back in and open mouth kissed me. Needless to say the nature of the moment took a hard turn from there. We made out like lovers until I was so hot. I grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him on top of me (well i gestured, he did it). I’m the throws of passion he was inside me before I knew it. My panties off to the side , him through the opening in his shorts, making passion filled love to his mother. After only a few minutes he pulled out and let go on my tank top. It felt so wrong, yet so right. We held each other for a while, then shed our clothes and did it again, then again like only a young man can lol. So here I am, early in the morning, feeling not regretful, but conflicted. What have I done? I actually had sex with my own son. But I loved it so much. Am I a monster? Am I sick? I just had to get this off my chest.