I don’t have to tell you that my son and I have an unusual relationship. It’s not particularly looked upon with approval by the wider society, and while the idea of being impregnated by my own son may seem hot at the moment, in my lucid state of mind I know it would never work out. Of course, not. It would be an abomination to god.

I had tried to satisfy my son with oral sex and even anal sex. And my son enjoys it, but for some reason my son has been obsessed with breeding me. The fact that he could potentially impregnate me and make a mother out of his mother turned him on. So even after offering my ass and mouth as part of the package, my son still likes to cum inside my pussy, and many times, he would intentionally cum inside my pussy even when my mouth and ass were both freely available to him. For instance, after fucking me in the ass, right before he was about to cum, he would pull out of my ass, and stick it inside my pussy, push it all the way in, just so he can, as he calls it, “breed mommy.”

I suppose that my son has a yearning for the forbidden, just like his dad. The more I forbid something to him, the more he seemed to desire it.

The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to do something. I used morning after pills but on occasions I would forget. I’ve been very forgetful due to my hormonal imbalance. I tried using other protections and when my son found out, he forbade me. Of course, I also begged my son to put on condoms, but even after I put it on his cock, when he cums, he would take it off and cum inside me. He said that I don’t really love him if I insisted on using condoms. My son hated condoms. The one time that I was successful in making him using condom, I put it on while giving him a blowjob, but even then he said he was so disgusted, and afterward he poured the cum from his condom into my mouth and made me promise him that I would never force him to use condoms again.

I feel like I’ve been spoiling my son by giving so much concessions and compromises. Sometimes I wonder if I am really a bad mother.

But the fact of the matter is, my relationship with my son makes me happy. Honest to god, I’ve never been as satisfied in my life as I’m now.

I am by no means not an unattractive woman, but the quirks of life has made my life nowhere nearly as pleasant as I had dreamed when I was a little girl. My life has been marred by multiple unhappy marriages, countless abortive stabs of betrayals, heartbreak, unrequited pangs of love, traumatizing slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Contrary to popular beliefs, it’s nowhere near as easy to find a suitable for love, as a woman—even one who is above average in looks and figures—as some men imagine it to be.

My son, on the other hand, completes me in ways no men have ever been able to complete me. He is the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the shiniest jewel in my crown. I’m willing to do anything for my son.

I feel giddy just typing this. The love story between me and my son has been so romantic and it just warms my heart everytime I think about it.

One night, after finding out that he has been watching mom son incest porn, I decided to talk to him about it. I sat him and I brought it up and, of course, being a shy boy at the tender age of 18, he denied it vehemently. I tried to reassure him that mommy was not made at him. Mommy understands. Mommy is sympathetic. Mommy knows that at your age, you are fascinated by sex.

I stopped short of telling him that as his mother, I had always looked forward to the day when my son would grow up to become a real man, a protective man, a man who would look out for his mother, the strong pillar of the house above mommy’s head.

He was pitching a tent in his underwear and I was laughing. I pointed it and he was so shy and so embarrassed he tried to hide. I told him that if he ever wanted to talk to mommy about anything, mommy would always be here, and after I said that I left the room.

An hour later my phone lighted up and I saw a text message from my son. He said that there was an Asian girl in school he had a crush on and she looked just like me. He was mad in love with her but she jilted him for a white guy. He was heartbroken over her and she could not stop thinking about her, but it all changed when he saw me stepping out of the shower completely naked one day. He said that I looked like a slightly maturer version of that Asian girl. Then he confessed to me that he had been cumming to my pictures. Then he said that he even visited an Asian prostitute once but when he was with that prostitute, he was thinking about me.

I told my son that he should not visit prostitutes because I don’t want my son to catch any disease, and so the next day I brought my son to the doctor’s office and gave him a medical test to make sure he was clean. Then I made my son promise me to never visit a prostitute ever again.

But that was not the end of my ordeal. My son was horny all the time and he said that he needed a female to relieve his sexual energy, and because he was half-Asian, none of the girls at school wanted to date him. I was heartbroken for my son. I told my son that even if no woman in the world would ever love him, mommy would always love him, and that I was willing to do anything for him. In fact, I admitted to my son, that even when I was a little girl, I had always fantasized about having a son who can act as a surrogate husband to me. Then I hugged my son deeply and told him to get some sleep.

Later that evening once again my phone lighted up. He asked me if I was serious about doing anything for him. I texted him back and I said of course. He then asked me if I think he is hot. I told him, that he is the hottest guy in the world. No mommy can resist the charm of her own son.

I was soaking wet as I praised my son and believe you me at that point I was ready to risk it all. But I controlled myself and I let my son make the first move. I told my son that having sexual desires for the opposite sex is completely normal and he should not be ashamed to express his feelings. It’s not healthy for you to repress those feelings.

Since then I’ve started to walk around naked around the house and I didn’t stop my son when he wanted to touch my boobs, playfully spank my ass, or pinch my thighs jokingly.

Then one day, as usual, as we were watching TV, suddenly my son put on mom son incest porn on, the same one that I caught him watching previously, and I was sitting right next to my son. I was blushing deep red when I saw it and my legs muscles tightened. The next thing I know was my son kissing me on the cheeks. I didn’t stop my son. Then he kissed me on my lips and asked me if it’s okay to give him my tongue and I did. I opened my mouth slightly and I let my son’s tongue invade into my outh. I ended up making out with my son on the couch, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s oral cavity like we were Romeo and Juliet. I felt like I was in school again. I was excited beyond my wildest dreams. My son’s touch was sending electric shocks to every nerve ending in my body and I felt numb, blissful, and unable to control myself.

And I had to laugh. My son was so inexperienced. He was so clumsy as he tried to grope all over my body and he was desperately trying to get me naked he ended up tearing my panties into two pieces. The next thing I knew I was thrown on the couch, laying flat and my son was naked and straddling between me. His cock was fully hard and it was twitching and throbbing and was pushed from my breasts to my chin and eventually landing on my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked his cock and tasted it before taking it all in my mouth. I could tell he was struggling not to cum but I made it difficult for him. Within a few seconds my son was groaning and shaking. My son did not disappoint. Floods of cum landed inside my mouth. I have never swallowed so much fun. I was saying to myself, my god, I didn’t know a guy can cum this much!

And after I cleaned up I examined my own pussy and I realized my pussy was extremely wet, wetter than I have ever been. In fact, I would say, at that moment, I was the wettest as I’ve ever been in my life. And all I could think about was how much more thrilling taking my son’s cock have been compared to any other man’s cock.

That was the first time I had sex with my son and that was not the last time it happened. And on a lazy summer day like this, I like to reminisce, reminisce all the fun my son and I have had thus far, how far we have gone, and, then, suddenly, I would be having a panic attack. I’m scared of what the future would lie for us.

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I didn’t tell my son about my procedure until the deed was done. I had to do a lot of explanation to him, him being a naive, inexperienced 19 year old. The world of sexuality and reproduction still contains a lot of mystery to my son. I explained to him that mommy had a small procedure done to her to prevent unwanted pregnancy. The medical term for it is tubal ligation. It’s done by cutting and removing mommy’s fallopian tubes, and it prevents sperm from traveling to the egg during sex.

“So you could never get pregnant again?” My son asked me.

I patted him on the head, and I smiled at him, looking at his innocent-looking eyes. I explained to my son that this is for the best. Mommy has had been pregnant enough times by now, and did not need more of it.