I'm dating a guy young enough to be my son and I love it

I'm 41, widowed, and fat. Some would say a "BBW," but most would probably just call me fat.

My husband's death came suddenly and hit me like a truck, and aside from work and a very few close friends I was basically a shut-in for 3 years.

One of my friends has a son, I'll call him Danny for now, and for a long time I knew Danny had a crush on me. He was a sweet kid and I flirted harmlessly back and forth before my husband died. Less so for a while after, but he didn't mind or act hurt (and if he had, I wouldn't be talking about him now). He was legitimately caring and considerate, never expecting or acting entitled to anything in return, and I remember kissing him on the lips on the first New Year's Eve after the funeral. He was a good kisser.

We definitely fooled around that night, but we didn't go any farther than that until he turned 17. We never had p-in-v sex until he turned 18, and we didn't start officially dating until he moved out and started college.

Danny is 19 now, about to turn 20 in November, and I never imagined I could be so happy with someone so much younger than me. He's young enough to be my son, and I love THAT too. It's probably for the best that I never had children of my own, because I love it most when we do mommy/son role play (I look nothing like his mom, but he seems to like it too).

I have no idea how much longer this will last, but I love every second of it. I just wish he'd officially move in sooner than the end of the semester.

By Anonymous

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