***All parties are over the age of 18 and this is a short one folks. You were warned!***
Ending up pregnant at the ripe age of 18 by what was my boyfriend at the time wasn't in my life plan. But it gets worse, upon his parents learning of our accident they quickly sold their home and disappeared leaving me alone to raise a child on my own. I was naturally scared at first but I accepted that I wasn't innocent either and I wanted to have sex. It was only the right thing to go through with the pregnancy and not given any choice to raise Paul on my own.
I did name him after his father because I always liked the name Paul. He was a good kid, didn't give me much trouble and did okay in school. He wasn't very athletic at first till he learned how to swim. It actually came natural to him, and when he got old enough I signed him up for competitions. Turns out he was an athlete in the end and won matches one after another.
Jumping ahead many years later, Paul is now 21, in college thanks to his swimming wins got a college scholarship to a prestigious school. It was there he would train harder than ever with hopes to compete in the Olympics.
I ended up moving near his school to be right by his side making sure he does not get distracted by the temptations of college. Still while slightly over protective I didn't interfere much, and let him stay overnight which I can only assume was with a female probably in some hotel room. Being the mother that I am I gave him a credit card to use as long as he didn't abuse it. Plus I seen the bills and yes they confirm he has made stays at hotels about once a month.
So here I am, a proud parent at the ripe age of 39 I kept myself in shape. I am not as fit as Paul but I do okay. This is confirmed catching the eyes of male students and some female students; I am sure much has to do how I am pretty much alway wearing Yoga pants that mold to my body and go up my crack. I am flattered and turned on by their stares and I flaunt it in front of the other mothers and fathers. I see their faces when sitting in the stands. I know they are not happy about their boys staring at this mother being me wearing a crop top, leggings, and sneakers. Hell if it bothers them this much why don't they put down that donut, pick up an apple, and go for a run or something.
Anyway enough about that. Paul and I continue to have an excellent relationship to the point we are more like best friends than parent and child. We do things together, support each other, and always there for each other. Having a decent paying job, and being able to afford nice apartment I really don't have anything to cry about. Plus my job allows me to live anywhere and work from anywhere thanks to the wonderful world of the Internet.
That makes things very convenient when staying at hotels with Paul in between competitions. Most times at these hotels we usually get rooms with 2 beds but sometimes they are booked and we can only get a king size. It really doesn't bother me, in fact if I had the guts I would just get a king size each time but Paul may catch on...or would he? Who knows. The thing is I don't use the Internet only for work, I also surf porn. I do this sometimes when Paul is asleep, and other times when he is away going to his classes.
My porn of choice is Incest specifically mother and son incest. I didn't know this was a fetish for me at first till I found a site called LIterotica where there are hundreds to thousands of stories with new ones each day. I even frequent the Bulletin Board finding the perverts of the world posting all kinds of things. There I found posts about Incest and became intrigued. I read post after post finding many are turned on by this, and some claim they have done it. So it was only natural I investigated this further by going to the Incest story section and checking out some stories.
Well that became an obsession and I would have bookmarks on my computer and phone of stories because more and more would show each day and I only have so much time to read them all. Granted some I start reading and they get ridiculous right off the bat with 9 inch penises and mothers boobs as big as EE. Lets be honest, 6 to 7 inch penis does the job just fine. Don't believe me? Check out my dildo collection.
But I do grow concern that Paul will learn of this fetish of mine. I try to hide by using Apple features such as the Reading List section versus the main Bookmark section. While Paul does have his own computer he sometimes quickly jumps on mine to check his email or something even though he does have his own. But then my twisted mine turns around and hopes he does find the stories and reads some. Maybe they will have the same affect on him as they do on me.
I admit when we are in the hotels especially when we are in the king size bed I wait till he is fast asleep and I pull back the covers and see if he is hard. I know this is bad and incest should only be a fantasy but I have needs and desires like anyone else. So what is the harm taking a peak?
With Paul wearing boxers sometimes I hit pay dirt and find his cock hard, erect, and poking out of his boxers. I even once after a few glasses of wine to help me sleep I in my drunken state while he was sleeping slid my mouth over his cock. It felt and tasted so good the first time I did it. But it was a one time thing, okay not one time but I usually slide it down all the way down my throat then quickly release because I am scared he will wake up finding me in this compromising position.
I do sometimes get the urge to roll him on his back being that he tends to sleep on his side usually facing me and step over him and slide my hot pussy just once taking in that beautiful piece of meat. Who knows maybe i will do it. Would it be so bad? He might even like it. Or he may flip out and throw me off of him and become disgusted with me.
Well it turned out Paul would be willing to have sex with me. Here is the story. Coming from a match where Paul beat the 2nd place winner by a solid 5 seconds we went out to celebrate because not only did he win he also broke a new record. Taking him to an Italian restaurant and breaking his diet he had large bowl of pasta and some wine.
After dinner Paul wanted to walk off the meal so we took a walk near the beach here in Florida. It was nice and Paul at some point grabbed my hand. I looked at him at first a little surprised but I liked it, felt like I was walking with him appearing as a couple: a cougar with her cub.
Seeing up ahead there is a fair not far from the hotel which we decided to check out. Typical things there from games such as popping balloons with darts to carnival rides. Paul even got me to buy some tickets and we went on the carousel together. I was concerned at first because I am not a fan of heights which is why I always get rooms on the lower levels.
So we get into the seats sitting side by side Paul still holding my hand during it. Then as we go around we find it stopping every few seconds guessing to let people off and getting people on. It was when it stopped with us at the very top I started to sweat. Paul looked at me then released my hand and placed it on my leg and said "Mom, it will be okay." It was more than okay because when he placed that hand on my leg there was a shock to my pussy and I could feel myself getting wet.
That little gesture from my son turned me on. Not only that he even started stroking it gently getting closer and closer to my pussy but not quite touching it. But I so wanted him to touch it. I would even move his hand up to it if I had the guts but I chickened out.
Eventually we were lowered down and got off the ride. Telling him that was enough fun for one night lets start working our way back to the hotel. He wraps his arm around my shoulder pulls me in for a side hug and tells me lets go.
