It all started a few months after my divorce. I was heartbroken over what had transpired between my ex-husband and myself; a thousand knives were cutting through my heart, bleeding me dry; I was exhausted emotionally, and tormented psychologically beyond what I was capable of enduring; the only way out for me was to slut myself out, as I had always did prior to my marriage, to fill the gaping wound inside my heart with cocks, lots of cocks, from any man who wanted to fuck me. 

I went out to party every night. Sometimes I went with my girlfriends. Sometimes I went alone. I put myself in dangerous situations and let strangers use my pussy as if I were a prostitute. 

One night as usual I went out with a few friends and ended up having sex with a group of guys in the public rest room. I sucked cocks and swallowed their cum. For me sucking cocks always calmed me, and during that period of my life, I sucked more cocks than I would normally do just to feel calm again. I was like a chain smoker, except I was sucking on cocks instead of the cottony butt of a cigarette. I sucked cocks after cocks, and I offered my pussy to the guys who wished to fuck me.

And then I went home.  Inebriated with alcohol, and drunk from all the cum I had guzzled down my throat. My son at the time was already 18 years old and still living with me. He is the apple of my eye, the only man I truly loved and the only man whom I knew would love me back no matter what happened. 

That fateful night, I still remember, as I entered my house I reached down between my legs to look for my panties, which had been missing, and I realized one of the guys’ condom was still stuck inside my pussy. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt so dirty, so slutty, so worthless, a million emotions were rushing through my head. I was dizzy and I felt ashamed. I needed to talk to someone. So I went into my son’s room and saw he was still up playing video games. I don’t remember what time it was but it was late. I sat on his bed, with my legs spread and showed my son my used pussy and took the used condom out and I told my son that his dad left us “because mommy is a slut.” Then I started crying.

My son rushed to me and hugged me. I hugged my son tightly and I rested my face upon his mascular shoulder. After we embraced each other for some time, I don’t know why but we started kissing. A tongue slipped. I had never felt so good to be in the loving arms of my son. I felt like a wounded cat being taken care of by my owner, a man who would never leave me, a real man, a man that I had been looking for all my life and never found. And one thing led to another eventually he pulled me into his lap and fucked me.

I remember it as if it had just happened yesterday and after the act I felt even more disgusted with myself. I was so ashamed by my own behavior, but more importantly, I was ashamed of the fact that I came. I had multiple orgasms as my son fucked me. I even orgasmed when I gave head to my son, which had never happened with any other man before. The fact that I wanted my son, wanted him to fuck me, made me feel worthless and it even made me despair, despair at the fact that I had fallen for my son.

I felt black despair at the fact that my son fucked me so good, made me cum so hard, and I became obsessed. I can’t stop myself. I needed my son, and to my joy, my son wanted me too. My son was similarly obsessed with me and just like that, we fell in love. And even now I feel like I’m living in a dream because everything seems so surreal.

I can’t get over the fact of how much my son makes me cum. Even just touching my son sent tiny electric shocks through my entire body. It feels like the most amazing thing in the world. It’s so wrong. I told myself. But I can’t control myself. I had lost my mind. 

Ever since then every time I went out drinking with my girlfriends I always came home incredibly horny and immediately I would hop on my son’s bed and ask him to eat my pussy. And I would text my son when I was out partying. I would send him pictures of my dripping wet pussy throughout the night and sometimes I even sent him photos and videos of me being a slut and getting fucked by other men.

But my son never hated me. My son is the only man in the world who loves me for who I am. My son never judges me. In fact, my son loves watching me being fucked by other men and encouraged me to be who I really am. My son is like a father figure to me, a father I had never had. It’s so strange isn’t it? In my son I have found my own father. 

It didn’t matter what time I got home, sometimes 2 or even 5 AM in the morning. My son would always be there waiting for me. He is like a rock, constant, stoic, stern, and reliable. He is the anchor to my ship, the foundation to my shoddy house. As soon as I get home I get completely naked, spread my legs and begged my son to eat me out.

My son is so good at what he does. A few times I would push his face into my pussy to make him get as deep as possible. My son doesn’t judge me when he tastes other men’s cum inside my pussy, and my son makes me cum my brains out. 

Ever since then, it has become a thing. I don’t lock my door. I walk around naked in the house. My son is in charge of my finance and tells me what to do, what to wear, and even what to eat. 

If I’m laying in bed or scrolling on the couch and my son is in the mood, he doesn’t even have to ask. He just pulls my legs apart and takes whatever he wants from mommy. And I always let him. Every single time. I take his cock inside my mouth, my pussy and my ass, no questions asked, and I never ask my son to wear a condom.

I never say no to my son for anything. No sexual act is too depraved for my love for my son. I never make him wait either. When my son wants it, I strip naked and spread my legs no matter where he wants or who else might be present.

Because deep down, we both know, mommy loves being used like the slut that she is, and my ex-husband was simply never man enough to completely own me as my son has.