I am a Mom that was caught.
Okay, I know a lot of you may think I am either a sex writer trying to get you off, or a complete nut (the latter being the truth as you will see). Whatever you may think, I just need to vent.
Let me start with some context: I am a single mother, and had my son Jason at a very young at 14. I lived with my ex boyfriend Todd for years until things went south. Todd was like a dad to my son in a way, and we loved each other. We were like a modern hippy family in southern cali (it was my dream come true at the time). Things became bad when he started using uppers (which were prescribed to him for shift work). Todd constantly yelled at me by this point and would be physically abusive to me around my son at times. The last straw was when he tried to burn our apartment down while I was at work (true story, he thought I was cheating on him, good news is my son was at his grandma's house at the time, and no one got hurt). My son was probably 8 years old or so when this happened, all of this was pretty hard on him. I got a restraining order after he still tried to maintain contact with my son at his school. We had moved in with my mother in her one bedroom trailer. She always slept on the couch and she allowed me and my son to have the bedroom in the back. I took my son out of school and home schooled him as my mom went to work at a factory she supervised.
This leads us to my bad parenting (of which I am ashamed): I started home schooling my son, but after a few months I got lazy, and we got bored. I ended up getting him a tutor/private teacher but eventually by the time he was 14 I could not afford it. Me and my son had a relationship like brother and sister or rather best friends . We were very close but not in a mother/son way. While my mom (i.e. his grandma) went to work, we would sleep in late, laying in bed, cuddle and watch soap operas on tv (and play video games all day etc,.) and then when my mom would get home, we would hurry up, get dressed, and act like we were doing home school work (I know this is really bad!). We were not shy around each other, we took showers together, we would always be naked around each other (but that was kept secret from my mother as this never took place around her).
By the time he was 17, we were still like best friends, and we kept the same routine. We were so close that I was always invited to hang out with him and his skateboarder friends, and they treated me like his "punk rock girlfriend"... even though most people would be very weirded out, it was so gradual, no one thought anything of it.
At the time this was the best feeling in the world. I was basically part of the group (in my mind) and I loved this punk rock culture. The guys in the group always called me his "wifey" (that became my nickname "wifey"). In the beginning, my nickname was meant to mean that "I looked young" and he (my son) "looked old", in other words, it was not serious (and the nick just stuck after that). We would all go see rock bands, and we were a tight group. I always wore "punk/emo" outfits to make myself look younger, showing a lot of cleavage, sexy fishnets with skull piercings, and dyed my hair black with pink highlights (on top of getting nipple and tongue piercings I got tattoos in many odd places). I would drink, party, and smoke some pot. Again I am ashamed, and I cringe at how stupid and immature this was. We would all go hangout for hours everyday at a guitar store (owned by one of the guy’s older brother in the group). I would sit on my sons lap and vegg out on the trashy couch next to a T.V. with Nintendo 64. I would lay with my arm around my son's neck, sitting on his lap. smoking cigarettes. the group would play music, eat, drink and play video games. It was like being a teenager for a second time in my life.
On my son's 18'th birthday we all put together money to get strippers and rent a party room. This is when I realized I had gotten attached to him in unhealthy ways. One of the strippers was giving us a lap dance, and my son kept trying to dare me to touch the strippers ass. I did accept the dare like an idiot, and even made out with one of the strippers (while him and all his friends cheer in the background). One of the strippers kept paying special attention to Jason, and would even just sit and talk with him without dancing. I was a seat or so away and I glanced over and noticed Jason asking for her number. I was hurt and jealous. I took a few shots of vodka, and tried to forget what I just saw. After I was pretty buzzed, I went over to Jason (after that stripper finally went to go to the bathroom). I said something to the effect of "You did not really get that whore's number did you?" ... He replied by spanking me on my butt (playfully, not really sexually per say), and putting my leg over his waist. He said with a grin in a sarcastic voice "what you jealous? or you want to have a threesome?" ... I hit him on his chest, and in a flirty tone, I replied "You are such a perv!" Then gave him a kiss on the lips and got up to refill my drink. That night we ‘tip toed’ into our back room while his grandma lay snoring on the couch (as the T.V. is blaring to boot). We shut the door, got naked, and he passed out. I could not help it, I wanted him, and for the first time with self admission, wanted him bad. The whole night I was trying to act like I was sleeping but would push my butt up against his penis, just hoping he would go inside one of my holes... but he was dead asleep. I uncovered him, brought my face low enough to smell his butt and genital area. The next morning I woke up drooling on his foot on the opposite end of the bed. My first thought was "I have serious serious issues", but tried to bury those thoughts.
We just laid around the house naked most of the day until my jealousy started to come back to my memory. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to want me more than that stripper whore. I devised a plan, and did everything I could to butter him up and get him horny. We always told each other our deepest darkest fetishes. We would often times lay in bed and talk for hours, the nasty things we were too scared to tell others. I knew he had a foot fetish. I knew he experimented with anal with my vibrator when he was 13 while I was sleeping. I knew what kind of porn he liked. I knew what turned him on.
That night after Mom went to bed, we wet to the room, got naked and shut the door. I started asking him if he would rub my feet. He said "okay but you have to give me back rub later" and I agreed. As he was rubbing I said (in an almost joking voice) "damn baby that feels so good, I would pay you to suck my toes right now.. mmm" ... He laughed and said "you would fucking not!" ... I grind and put my toes up to his nose and said "c'mon! lick pleeeease!"... I could tell he did not know if I was serious (as I often teased him and called him foot boy). He said "Okay but you have to suck my toes too then!" ... I said in a sarcastic voice "you perv! Is that what it takes to let you know I am serious!?" .. He laid down and put his stinky foot (almost kicking me in the face) right up to my mouth. I went all in and started licking and sucking in between his toes. I then felt his mouth sucking, licking and smelling my feet. I did not let him know I was sexually aroused, but I could tell he was trying to hide his erection. We ended up watching a movie and falling asleep.
We woke up, and my mom had not left for work yet (she was late and this was unusual). I tapped Jason and whispered "hey get clothes on, grandma is still here!"... we scurried to get clothes on, I got my sweat pants on and a shirt, he slipped on his jeans. He went out to the living room to play video games and say bye to grandma. I heard the door slam as she left. As soon as she left I yelled "Jason! Come her!" and had (my now naked) leg up with my arched foot. I grinned and said "k ... she is gone... suck my toes!" He reluctantly replied, and said "and what will you do for me?"... I said "I will get us some porn movies from the video store! You little perv! Now suck!" ... He then asked with a grin (now holding my foot near his mouth) "You promise?"... "Yup! Now suck babe!" i demanded.
Fast forward and we spent the next few weeks binging on porn of all sorts, sneaking the movies and watching them while his grandma was asleep. During this time, we both had watched each other masturbate many times. After we would cum, we would lay around and cuddle, gently tickling each-other's butt hole area. We began opening up more and more. Every morning I would wake up and he would have a giant erection, pressing it against my butt, and this is when we began dry humping. a few weeks later, he was giving me rim jobs and I was returning the favor. Two weeks after that, I am sitting on his face, in six-nine position, giving my own son a blow job while drunk as a skunk with the nastiest adult porn playing in the background you could ever imagine (drinking also started becoming a bit of a problem for me at this point).
One night we are watching porn, and I am drinking some vodka and cranberry. He is rubbing his penis to some hardcore double anal stuff. He starts talking really dirty to me, saying "I like the smell of your butt when you don't shower"… “I want you to suck me off after I am deep in your ass hole!” (and other just filthy, seemingly gross, fetish talk). I bent over and told him to put his dick inside me, spreading my ass cheeks on my knees. He started fingering my butt, I of course was drunk and really getting turned on my this. He licked and spit, and then mounted behind me. I was preparing my self (as I figured he would put it in my ass) and tightening my butt so I don't fart on his first loss of full virginity or worse (although he had fetishes where he might like it, but I wanted to be as lady like as possible). I used vibrators up my ass many times, so I like the pressure... end part one