We first consummated our love as male and female when he was but eighteen. My ritual is fairly structured. Hindi sex I laid down upon my bed never removing my left hand from my well-caressed tit or my right hand from my wet, by now throbbing cunt. One night, I was particularly aroused. That was the night that I truly discovered my son, my boy, my lover. Did my own son fantasize about making love to his own mother? My breathing got heavier. But in truth, I was helpless. Unfortunately, old habits are difficult to break. I couldn”t stop imagining my beautiful son, on top of me, showing his mother just how virile and masculine he really was, showing his mother just what he was capable of doing to a woman. I was SO missing the physical company of men that I felt as though I was going out of my mind.
