Mom, This Time You Went a Little Too Far, But It’s Okay

My mother and I have always had a very warm relationship with her doting to me and with me being a loving and caring son. It is nicer relationship than between her and my dad. She seems to act towards him in a “cold” manner to him for reasons that I do not understand. From what I can ascertain, their s** life is non-exist and I don’t think they have had i********** in years. But recently, on the day of my 18th birthday, something happened that has altered this mother-son relationship. I keep thinking about it all the time. Mom and Dad had thrown a party for me and we had lots of guests over. Many had brought liquor along – hard liquor – and Mom drank too much and got a bit drunk. After everyone had left, and while dad drove some of them back home (they had consumed too much alcohol to drive), I took a shower and got ready for bed. It was already near midnight. I heard a knock on my door and Mom walked in. She sat on the edge of my bed and began talking about how “handsome” I had become and so forth. Mom is very emotional and gets carried away easily. Before I knew it, I felt her hand slip under my blankets and wrap around my p**** and squeeze it. I was pretty well shocked. She turned, looked into my eyes, and began m*********** my p**** vigorously, while with her other hand flung off the blankets. She uttered something about I want to do this, I want to give you this gift, mother to son, on your birthday. She pressed on my chest so I would lie down flat, crouched over my p**** and performed oral s** on me. Mom has never done anything like this before. Sure, she has hugged me pretty tightly at times and has cuddled up to me as we watched television, but nothing – well, s*****. It was extraordinary, but what was even more extraordinary is that I let it happen. It felt good and after several minutes, I knew that I was getting close finishing – to ejaculating, either in her hands or in her mouth. But she wouldn’t let that happen. She stopped abruptly, stood up, pulled down her slacks and p****** and removed both. Then, without saying a word, she unhitched her bra from behind and dropped it onto a nearby chair. I just stared in complete silence not knowing what I should do. All I could think of saying to her was that dad would be returning home soon. But it was to late. She got onto the bed, climbed on top of me, stuffed my erect p**** into her v***** and began a rhythmic rocking motion forwards and backwards. She only stopped briefly to stuff a pillow behind my back, so I could lean forward and s*** on her breasts while she continued this forward and backward rocking motion. She seemed to sense when I was close to finishing because just as I was about to ejaculate into her, she sat straight up and allowed my p**** to fully penetrate her. She just sat there with her eyes closed, waiting for me to inseminate her. It was obvious by her actions that in her younger days, she had had much experience having i**********. Moments later with my p**** still hard and still inside her, she rolled over beside me and started falling asleep. We were both exhausted from the events of the day and fell asleep quickly

When I woke up the next morning, Mom had already left the bed. At first, I thought it might only have been a dream, but the from the s**** stains on the sheets, I knew it wasn’t. After breakfast, when Dad left for work, she explained that she had gotten carried away last night and that we should keep what happened last night a secret from dad and from everyone else. I agreed and that is where it stands now. However, there is another secret, one that I am keeping from Mom. It is that I could have stopped her advances right from a start if I had wanted to. But I chose to let it happen. This ultimate expression of s***** intimacy with a woman felt really good and I will remember it for a very long time.
A son