When I was getting married, the rabbi had many advises for me and my husband or ex-husband, who was Jewish, and to this day one particular thing I remember he said was: “The most important thing in any relationship is to want to please your partner more than you want to please yourself.”

By that standard, I would say, as a mother, I feel, my love for my son would be the purest, the most consummate and perfect love that I have ever had for any man. I love my son more than anything else in this world. I want to please my son even if it means that I myself would be in pain, discomfort, or worse. My son’s happiness is more than important to me than my own happiness, my own desires, my own dignity as a woman.

Everyday I strive to please my son, and I constantly think of new ways, in my own way, to surprise him, make him happy, and as usual, yesterday morning my predilection to please and pamper him kicked in once again. Call it maternal instinct. I spent hours and cooked a sumptuous dinner for him. As soon as he got home from his soccer practice I told him food was ready but he wanted to take a shower first.

While my son was in the shower, I went in to chichat with him. I was dying to do small-talk I just couldn’t wait. I have been so lonely the entire day without my son. I asked him how was practice, if he wanted to watch a movie together, who won the match, etc. As I was talking to my son while he was taking a shower, through the glass door, I saw his cock getting hard and it made me mince my lips together. I can’t deny that I was turned on by what I saw. I wanted to jump in and take a shower with my son, but without his permission, I didn’t. After all, he is the man of the house, and I wouldn’t do anything without his approval.

Anyway, I went back to the kitchen and set plates and silverware on the dinner table and that was when he came out wearing nothing but a loose towel and I turned the TV on. When I did that I got a notification on my tablet. I asked my son if he could please hand it over to me. He took my tablet and opened it. And, he said, “Oh I like this one too.”

I had forgotten that I had my pornhub account open and my son was looking through my browsing history. I was embarrassed of course and I wanted to take my tablet away from him but he stopped me and instead displayed the porn I was watching on the big screen TV.

Watching porn with my son always ended in us copying what we watched. He asked me which one was my favorite, and as he was asking me, he moved close to me, his arms wrapped around me, making me feel so small and feminine, and he had one of his hands reaching into my shirt and grabbing at my tits. And as he was doing this, the white towel wrapped around his waist fell to the ground, exposing my son’s full erect cock. Instantly I blushed. I knew my son was going to fuck me again that night.

I’ve always felt very conflicted when my son fucks me. I don’t want to be a bad mother. I have always wanted to be a protective, loving, caring, good mother, but I’ve also been extremely lonely. I had gone through sexless droughts filled with heartbreaks of betrayals after my divorce. It has been so hard to find a man who was integral, honest, and consistent. And it was during this drought, that my son had come into my sex life, bringing to my lips the nectar of love and the juice of sexual gratification, saving me from my desolate loneliness.

My son patted me on the head and then pushed my head down, all the way down, until I was on my knees, and then he sat on the chair next to the diner table, with his legs wide open, and he guided my head until my lips touched his fully erect cock. As he ate dinner, with porn blasting on the TV monitor, I was on my knees, sucking his cock, like a total slut.

I put his entire cock into my mouth and when I closed my mouth tightly around it, he moaned and his head tilted backward in pleasure. I felt so proud of myself at that moment. I sucked slowly while rubbing his massive and hairy thighs.

Every once in awhile I would look up to see if he was watching me and if he was watching the porn on the TV monitor. I put one of his balls in my mouth and I sucked and pulled on it with my lips.

I love my son so much. I practically worship my son. I worship his cock, his balls, his legs, his feet. I worship the ground he walks on, and I’m an avid practitioner of cock worship. I licked and kissed my son’s cock. I praised his cock, like a church goer on a Sunday worship. I slurped on the head of his cock. I rubbed his spit-soaked cockhead around my face. All the while my son was watching TV and eating dinner.

I was amazed that my son was lasting so long. I remember there was a time when my son wasn’t able to last more than a few seconds in my mouth. Now he was growing to be a real man. A real man with lots of stamina, endurance, just like the male porn star.

I almost had an orgasm just thinking about it, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached my hand into my panties and rubbed my clit as I continued to suck on my son’s cock.

I sucked on my son’s cock the entire time as he ate his dinner. I was hungry too, except that, I was not hungry for any human food. I was hungry for spiritual food. And the only spiritual food that could satiate me was my son’s cum. I wanted his thick warm cum in my mouth. I wanted to feel it flooding into my mouth, shooting like a fountain down my throat, until I was choking on it. But I also knew that if he had cummed now, I would have to wait until he fucked my pussy. It was a dilemma for me. I wished my elder son was there as well so that I could have both of them fucking me, one inside my pussy, the other one inside my mouth, shooting into both ends of me. Unfortunately my other son is currently serving in the military overseas.

As soon as he finished eating, he pulled me up, I stripped off my shirt and panties, and I straddled his waist and put my wet pussy lips on his cock and I wrapped my arms around my son and closed my eyes and I said, “Come fuck your mommy’s pussy.”

Even when I was much younger, way before I was ever married or have given birth, I had fantasized about this day. I had fantasized that one day I would have a son and my son would become my lover. It was a dream come true for me, and my son has made me the happiest woman in the world.

My son fucked me for nearly 10 minutes before his cock went limp inside my pussy. Afterward, as usual, my son ordered me to go into the bedroom, put clamps on my nipples and pussy lips, put my hands on the bed and spread my legs wide apart, and wait for my whipping. Sex for mommy could never be complete without mommy getting whipped, slapped, and punished for being a slut.