I had the door to my son’s room slightly opened and watched him jerking his cock while watching porn on his computer. I can’t help myself as I gave out a faint gasp under my breathe and my fingers reached into my panties as I imagined his cock splashing cum on my face, his throbbing, meaty cock head shooting thick ropes of cum into my eagerly open mouth. My leg muscles started squeezing themselves uncontrollably and I almost moaned out loud as my pussy clenched in a series of spams.

After I tiptoed back to my bedroom, I realized I had soaked my panties again. I took them off and draped them on the door knob as I went to clean myself in the bathroom. By the time I came out of the bathroom my soiled panties mysteriously disappeared. I knew where it went but I pretended not to know and simply took another pair of clean panties as if nothing ever happened.

It was unnatural, what was going on between me and my son, and I tried hard to make it go away.

It didn’t help that I am a single mother and my heart has been broken by so many unreliable men. I masturbated all the time. I had been so desperate for cocks and it left me frustrated. I needed a regular fuck buddy, a dependable man that will always be there when I am horny, preferably a man that isn’t my son.

I went on dates with men I found on dating apps, social networks, and even offline dating venues. I dressed provocatively and I got a lot of attention from horny, perverted men. I took them back to my place and let them fuck me. But in the end I always got my heart broken when they refused to stay. They said I was too slutty or that I had too many baggage. Divorced. Single mother. No steady job other than waitressing and stripteasing.

During those tough times I found my son staring at my body more and more often. It gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. After all, someone was paying attention to me and he wouldn’t be leaving me because he loved me. I thought it was harmless. My son is a young adult. Of course, he would look at a woman flaunting her asset, even if it were his own mother. It didn’t mean anything. I justified to myself.

Knowing my son was watching and enjoying me, I began to wear more provocative outfits. Also I started to let him see me naked after shower without a towel. A few times I even put on a show for my son by bending over and letting him see my bare pussy and ass. I work as a stripper and being naked in front of men isn’t something that bothers me. Besides, I also felt good knowing that men who are not my customers can still be turned on by me. I know this is very silly, but it makes me feel good. I asked my son to give me his advice on my new dance moves. Occasionally I also let my son took photographs of me which I knew he has kept on his computers.

I left the door to my room open when I masturbated and I knew my son was watching me. I was on my hands and knees with my ass pointing at the door and I had my fingers buried inside my pussy. It honestly didn’t bother me that my nipples swelled and my pussy got so wet from letting my son look at me. It had nothing to do with actual desire for him. It was just my body reacting naturally to a man’s admiring gaze. Again, after all, I do this for my customers at work all the time, and, in my mind, it wasn’t right that my son didn’t get to see his mother in action. My toes curled and my butt twerked as I made myself orgasm and without even realizing it, I was moaning my son’s name as I fucked myself with my own fingers.

At night, my masturbation fantasies started to have a mind of its own. I could see a big hard meaty rod throbbing into my mouth or pounding my pussy or fucking my ass, but then slowly, the rest of the torso to the big hard meat would appear, and, a few seconds later, a face would suddenly appear too, and, to my horror, it would be my son’s face. And sometimes I could even hear my son speaking while he was fucking me:

“I love you, mom. I love fucking your fat juicy ass, mom. You are such a slut. It feels so amazing to have such a slutty mother. I’m the luckiest son in the world. … I’m going to cum inside you, mom.”

And then, sperm would be shooting out of his cock and I could feel my pussy spasm as trickles of my own arousal juice gushed out. After that I would wake up, in the middle of the night, and found my own hands around my crotch, rubbing my clit.

Similar things would happen when I’m at work in the strip club. I always have a soft spot for young guys from the local college intown. The strip club offered free entrance to customers with college student ID’s. They always looked so shy and innocent and a few of them looked just like my son and they always melted my heart. As I grinded my bare pussy and ass against their crotch I would imagine that it was my son I was grinding against and several times I offered illicit sex to those college aged young men as a side hustle. Sucking their cocks in their cars. Letting them fuck me in my pussy. For just a couple hundred bucks.

One time I let a guy fuck me for free. He was 19 years old, a sophomore at the same college my son goes to. I gave him my cell number and told him to call me after work. He called me the next day and asked me to meet him outside his dorm. I did as I was told and was swiped into his dorm and moments later, I was naked on his bunker bed, my back arched and screaming in pleasure. He was fucking me raw and his cum trickled down my asshole when he ejaculated inside me. Series of orgasms sent me spinning in heaven. I was breathing hard my last orgasm finally subdued and then, a wave of guilt consumed me. As I was fucking this young man, I was thinking about my son.