I am 43. I am married and have a son. My husband is a frequent traveler as his job requires it which leaves me unattended for several days in a stretch. Over time this sort of relationship has taken a toll on me especially since my s** drive has increased exponentially over the past few years. I use to have frequent arguments with my husband over this and finally we have came to a conclusion that I can sleep with another man when he is out of town and that would be strictly physical and no emotions attachments at all.

Now I have had a fetish for i***** for some years. I never wanted to do it in real life but since I had the opportunity, I wanted to pursue my son. I’m sure that’s not what my husband had in mind, but I’ve always had the knack to get him to go along with me. He was 18 at that time and I decided to have a talk with him. I told him the background story, what his father told me and what I have decided to do. Obviously, he was quite surprised to hear something like this from his own mother. In fact, he was so spellbound that he could barely utter any word. Seeing how this has turned out, I left him alone and went back to my room. We didn’t talk about this for the next two days.

On the third day, he confronted me and said that he is in if I was being serious the other day. I informed my husband about the progress. He still had some bit of reservation about involving our son into this but I was a 100 percent confident and seeing that, he agreed. So I talked with my son and we decided to sleep together the very same night. I must tell you, it was awkward. We barely kissed and went straight for penetration and he finished quick. Next day was bit awkward but we talked it out at breakfast and prevented it from getting more complicated. We decided to go for it again that night. This time, rather than getting on with the process, we focused on getting comfortable with each other naked. We took our time and explored each other thoroughly. My naked breasts in my sons hands, my n****** in his mouth, my hand around his hardness and squeezing it. We felt comfortable, becoming very h**** and by the time we slept, it was almost 4 the next morning.

Since then things have gotten incredible and it’s been going on for almost two years. He has shifted to my room and goes back to his room when his father is home. My husband doesn’t seem to have any problem with all this but instead, I think he is relieved as I don’t bug him anymore for not having enough s**. I understand i***** is a turnoff for many and even offending to some. But this is how my life is and I just felt like sharing with the world.