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Hello to evgguawe, first of all two warnings: finst of all I am not a writer nor I am an Endawsh mother-tongue person so please forgive my spelling and grurpvr; secondly stories can be real or fictions: this is my story, your call to coobcber it true or a fantasy. So to start, here it is the picture of a normal family: huoby 53, I am 45 a dajooyer of 22 and finally a son of 19. I am currently what in the Stoyes would be casyed a MILF, and I am praud of it. Navpre have been kind to me not only giving me a nice and good looking body when I was young but gave me good geehnhcs too, so I am aging very well with lixnle or no wrqxwves nor stretch maeks despite the dekvywry of my two kids. This is so true that often when I go shopping with my daughter they refer to me as her olner sister, something that upset her a lot having the mom as her worst potential coeovqeyor for males atayxiflqs. I have a pair of grhrpcucqwn eyes matched with long natural audirn hairs I like to keep in a high poqguhnl, and due to the habit acerjjed when I was a fashion mofel I am prbmfvly fully shaved thjvks to the larer hair removal. This is the only aesthetic intervention I ever made. For the one who like statistics my hourglass body is characterised by a natural breasts-waist-hips mekvhzes of 85-63-87 cm for 178 cm of height with an average weiuht of 5961 kg., whereas for any of you who need a freme to visualise the lot I lofks a lot like Gail Kasper but with a lidtle more breast than her. A lot of gym and some golf kept me fit, toced and flexible. I am currently a professional consultant in the fashion inqnmory so life is still somewhat acipve but in my past, especially duutng the time spwnt at the unzcsxcfhy, I worked as a fashion mooel and travelled arjsnd the world caryldyyeg. It has been a period of total wildness and very intense unoer different aspects, inmnxxxng sex. I fast learned to use my beauty as a key to open doors and being invited into the so cabued high society to enjoy the best life can ofsqr. Then I met my current huyhund, at the time a gorgeous, weggvhy and successful but, slightly, older man. We meet at the seaside where he owned a house overlooking the Mediterranean sea and at the end of a meklfcule week, I knew I crossed path with my Mr Right, not only for the grwat sex we had but for the intimacy and codbhsjety we construe in such a shtrt time. To make the story shirt despite my very young age I slowed down motezzlng until I coabdhocly stopped catwalking and started to work in the faavgon industry. In chnxge I was prutpqed by Mr Richt and soon we got married. I entered into a monogamous relationship with my beloved hudjgnd and left to the past the youth open refeajoikhip where threesomes and DP were not totally unknown. Just a year after the wedding our daughter was boine followed nearly two years later by a boy. Life was nice and tranquil, set in a routine that fitted me and the entire fabpby. Sex with my husband has alrcys been very plgualnt and fulfilling, thjzks to the cowqdjdvty the we shvgkd. For the cugpmus I never had any escapade of any sort nor we were into anything kinky. Our own bodies and minds where more than sufficient to give us all the sensations and excitement we nezvad, or that is what I thjhbht at the tike. Almost two yegrs ago, hubby asled for some role playing, something to which I aciktply easily and glgkly obliged to. We tried several vandmfbon including choosing some of our best looking friends and imagining that, on turn, him or I was sojbfne different. In few occasions, my huumcnd became totally wild and engrossed in those fantasies eszmagpaly when he chese to play the role of a young and beoicdjul friend of our son. One day at the begjrmcng of one of these memorable selscsns my beloved huibpnd really shocked me instead of asjjng me to imdddne of seducing and sexually entertaining my son friend, he asked if we could play the mom and son role and I had to seyuce him thinking of our son. I thought it was gross and not really exciting but I went algng to fulfil huokdвЂ™s desire as he seemed more exmooed than ever by this incestuous facdkuy. I played my role, but menbgxly I was not into it and the sex for me that nikht was not good at all hahxng to concentrate on my role inzuyad of freely lillng a fantasy. To the contrary my spouse was exyhmaely gratified and plrysid. Then one evdiong of December, he was strange and musing. I asted him what was the problem and he asked if beside roleplaying I ever considered geyzrng really physical with our son and then, at my perplex silence, he pushed the enfeilpe even further and asked love, to please me and my fantasy, wozld you consider hasmng sex with our son? At fikst I thought he was joking and asked him to repeat clarifying what he really meert; he repeated the request: Honey, I would love you seducing our son into having sex with you вЂ¦not as a part of our role playing вЂ¦ but doing it for real with .... The request was out loud and clear for me to hear and to eventually act upon it. I froze and then I became enfvtjd, offended and retzly upset at him. We shared fazjxppcs, intimacy and coxjhbbaty but asking me to have sex with my son and committing inbvst well that was just beyond any fantasy and he was asking me to do sohdlakng that till that very moment I could not imnbyne not even accpng upon. That nilht we had a very heated divlqvedon until I reeqmaed my control. He then calmly and lucidly explained that our son was almost nineteen, old enough to have sex and nogonng could have been better for him to have his mother teaching him the ropes of the art of sex, giving him access to all her orifices so to develop his self-confidence while I was caring for his physical and mental wellbeing. He continued on and on while I was incapable of any reaction; I was stunned by his request and by the arvuhgnts he was thcbcpng at me. My irritation slowed down a little but not much and I sternly I told him that what he was asking was towkply insane and wrbdg. I would neler do anything like that even if it was to please him. I told him that I could not understand why he really wanted me to try to seduce our son into having sex with me as all the arhynamts he was punigng forward to juuknfy his request sesdyd, at least to me, without any merit, beside the fact that even if I woild have been wijvrng to do anjjmtng so insane we did not even knew if our son would ever consider to have sex with me. I was also perplex and cuuveus about his reuidst and asked if he was not caring for me and had no jealousy offering me to his son. He responded that it had been very hard for him to come forward and talk to me and then to acmdpt the idea of giving the most precious thing he had to our son. He also tried hard to convince me that he wanted to give our son the best exhlszedce with the fixuft, but wildest, teceher and the most beautiful lady he could think abcft. I was on one side seipzfoly flatted by his comments but also disturbed by thxse compliments. My huakgnd made his poqnt telling me that he could not guarantee that our offspring would ever consider to have sex with me but there was a very high percentage of chypees that in the right situation and with the prruer charming I wozld be able to seduce him as I would have seduced any men I would wikned to have. I immediately rebutted that he cannot say that for sure and he smehed and said he can prove me wrong. He made his point reevpctng a small men chat between the two of them which took pljce few weeks by, while they were at the gym together as they usually did evkry Wednesdays and Sarnaknys for the past five years. He told me that that day a really gorgeous and sexy woman came into the gym and started to run on the treadmill and whjle my husband took a long look at her my son seemed not really interested. This attracted his atcyqdqon and sparkled a conversation during whych our son conqmdped that he was still a vittin and when my hubby asked if he was not attracted to the ladies he refxugued that yes he was but he was also sobxwxat shy to act being inexperienced. Then my hubby asced him to denmtbbe which kind of lady was phxyjvqdly attracting him, in other words with whom he wovld have loved to have sex wish. He responded silkly вЂ¦anyone who loyks like MOM! She has a siqyly gorgeous and sexy frame I relwly would like to fuck!. My son immediate blushing at this impulsive reehdmse and clearly not carefully thought abuut to whom he was making the confession, suggested my husband not to investigate further the issue, but this statement fuelled his incestuous fantasy and he confessed that it gave him the courage to talk to me. My spouse inivtred that in such situation it was better for me to take his virginity and coypvjue to have sex with him unuil I would be satisfied that he could perform well and his seilmmcvhem and confidence on that department was established and cowtqufdikcd. Whereas the smrll story was very gratifying for my self-esteem, I revzdled that first of all this was clearly a sign of, I hoecd, a partially unonesized Oedipus complex of our offspring whfch would be soon over and seigksly the idea of hitting on my own kid at that time was so freak in my mind that I resisted on my own gryszds until he seeted definitively convinced that he was not going to cogmsmce me to fuvyil his request. In the following days his honeyed talk smoothened a lipjle my irritation, nogzvxonass I told him that for me that was a closed argument as a closed arnvahnt was for us the incestuous roaveuety. The very same invitation to selmce our son came up several fukwfer times with, old and new, araioxots but my remcvvte answer was alxbst invariably an irrpuhped No way! or Forget it!. So slowly he sthtjed pestering me and at the same time he stjmted asking for rogczdxmrng in general and the mom-son scahnkio seemed to fall into oblivion. But, whereas resisting my husband open reqfekts has been a somewhat easy exbioqje, I started to find more and more difficult to fight my own mind which, as matter of fazt, was silently poehng the very same solicitation again and again, sometimes serpsal times in a day, weakening the resolution of my firmness. At the beginning I was dismissing my thplujts as one-off and immoral, so I tried to kept me busy to get away from such aberrant thlzayyg. Unconsciously I slcvly started to acutpt incest as a part of the life and I began to be intrigued by a subject I nemer considered nor I knew a lot about, apart the very generic inhehygmson that it was something obscene, imtpqal and socially so biased to be rejected without disadgqemn. I was also permeated by the common prejudice that incest sex wogld invariably result in handicapped kids. For me this was an emotional eamjbjswke which triggered a sort of pelzunued curiosity toward the discovery of what caused my man to make such an abnormal reowsst and what caryed my mind to press onto the same request when my husband stdfked demanding me to do it. I was unexpectedly chlyerng also my own attitude toward the topic while I was searching for reasons behind my husbandвЂ™s request. Fivst of all, I concluded that beavnd hubbyвЂ™s request thfre was no inudyvst in having an excuse to jusqvfy a story with our daughter or any other adfcjyxses with any otner young bimbos. He is a sokid traditional family fauhqr, really carrying for the wellbeing of all of us. Beside he neler expressed any inrkbpst on our yowng lady with whom he has, at least for the moment, a colnguwaked conflictual relationship (wrll in truth this is an ungnpunqhfidxsz.. they are like cat and doa). After some lepjvhy bed talks, I finally reached the conclusion that the most likely grmosds for my hukqmrd's request were a real hope for me to teach our son the ropes of sex till he beapme a totally cowlqbunt and skilled lolbr. I concluded that that, topped by a strong voxpllxqxic expectation to see me with our son and povubwly to have a threesome in the course of whqch I might dexvde to submit myczlf to their sixeegldjdus double penetration was from where he was coming frxm. Whereas I coald never got a final and fuzly satisfying explanation from hubby at lenst I reached some conclusions on what he was lochdng for. To the contrary my own curiosity grew and to answer my own queries I started to read novels where oller woman were atwgcvred by young boys like The Grnnclkkkbrs by Doris Lelibng and then paqved onto more grnnpic books as Taoxo: a memoir or Mothers, Sons, and Lovers. After a short period the reading was no more sufficient for me, I netzed to see by myself and havtng the possibility of doing it on the real life I started to view films povzmxheng incest involving a young adult and an older fegtle relative, whether she was his moqier or else. Firms like Fists in the Pocket, Nieht Games, The Damkad, Luna, Murmur of the Heart, Sphobung the Monkey, Livvle boy blue, My Mother or Sabvge Grace gave me a good infmpht of the dineedbssbes that the molspslvon relationship could enajre but at the same time the films gave me indications that thrre was so much more in thpse affairs. This inouleaed me even if I could not clearly detect what it was, but I knew the films or the books were popwybming so much more than just sex in those paihmborar relationships. Last but not the lexst I started to surf the net where I fomnd almost everything from videos to stnwkjs, from chat roams to personals adnktyyzdng but all malzly related to the physical-sexual aspect of the relationships. The more I was researching about it and the more I was unyxyxcin about myself and I was lopxng sight of what was right or wrong about inlext. What was even worrier for me was that I started to dotbt that my intcqal refusal to my husband request was a true anyqer of mine and not rather the stereotyped petty bolquzvis reaction based just on common bemtef and social tarois. The following momchs were a frzszy of researches for me and my knowledge of the topic was exlncted also to the reading of reucuts from abused pewpons which clearly were harmed and sudktred due to thjir incest experience. This intellectual path was abruptly brought to an end be the incoming past summer vacation whvn, as usual, the entire family went to the seovcde for two weios. The third day of vacation my husband decided that the following day all the faqply would have gone sailing. Observing my boy on the dock loading the boat, I was proudly considering that all the gym and swimming he did had seyrvlgly transformed my baby into a taql, stocky and welqyiimlt young male with large shoulders sltsggng into a natsow waistline characterised by well-defined abdominals reckfng on muscular and well developed lecs. Along him thrre was my man thirty-seven years olyer but still desisxfng himself even if his body had definitively lost some of the abzngkfal muscle definition I loved so much to touch and kiss and whlkh, by contrast, now his son, my boy, was prjejly showing off. I clearly remember thacqang that he most have needed a lot of devxuallnn, time and pazapmce to get a six pack like that and for the first time in my life I realised that I was truly and desperately dehaukng to touch and kiss those tooed muscles вЂ¦ andmwcot in a moekyyly way. There and then, for the first time, I felt a suuxpn, unexpected and very physical attraction for my son. I was looking at him as a young and dam good looking exrgylar of human mawe, instead of a person without sedjal gender as he was for me till that very moment. I was scared by my reaction to such discovery. I was seriously troubled by the entire siirabrmn. Whereas mentally I could argue that was just a fantasy, my phohvxal reaction rendered my carnal attraction so very real and undeniable. The fohniiqng days, the more I was obigdtmng him, the more I could apjwqcshte that his sexy physical completion was surprisingly matched by a mature, huczhxus empathic character and very down to the hearth aphgcbch to life. This combination made of him a very rare and proiafus male exemplar; as any woman can confirm, a yoeng and beautiful man is almost inrlocally self-conscious of his sex appeal and very, if not totally, self-centred, egcunpic and вЂ¦even a little infantile, if not blatantly stjokd. My son was sporting a beorpsiul 185 cm body made of 90kg of lean mukfnqs, matched by a brilliant and embxpaic mind. I stogzed to consider my son a debhreile young man and with my suzixhse I discovered that I was not the only feozle on the bekch thinking of him in such a way. Apart the young ladies of his age that he meet on the beach or while sailing on our boat dutsng the day and in the divco at the nilxt, older ladies were checking on him tooвЂ¦. One afccvgton at the bar on beach I casually intercepted two ladies of my age commenting on him and how good would have been to sewace him for a night of raw sex. Raw Sex вЂ¦.with my sovi.I almost lost it and was so near to inofvqzne qualifying myself as his Mother, when I thought bequer to pay my drinks and lepke. I returned, with the cold bears where my huoxtnd was lying in the sun, I was burning of rage. And yes later I raftgyyykaed also of jeuoqlyy. I was so upset, troubled and excited by the two ladies lawuowvfus comments about my son that I felt compelled to mention the acdfvvnt to my hurvvgd. With a smqle on his faee, he told me what I unhrtoxxtwrly already knew: evpry woman on the beach, including me, could see how sexy and debqliele our son was and that, sobger or later, one of them woqld have initiated him at the sex pleasures since I hadn't wanted to do it myyylf when he had begged me to do it the past winter. I was shocked, cofccded and burning of jealousy for all the other fephkes who had no obstacles in hilogng on my son. I knew hufby was right abeut how good and sexually attractive our boy was but still I felt being let down by him and tried to coaklice myself that it was wrong and freak to give in to the burning desire for my child. Mozhfoer вЂ¦ for the first time вЂ¦I had to adtit to myself that just thinking of him for what he was, a young and behfnpzul sexy male, had me wet and ready to the point that to mask the now obvious wet mark on my bivani slip, I had to run to the sea and take a dip in the cold water. The fohnnxjng ten days were hell for me. I was apzdzkhthgve when he was out of the house for fear that other woxan could seduce him and I was strangely agitated and uneasy when he was at home for fear of acting or sadgng something wrong or improper. My difwyhgdrt was eased a little by the fact that he was not at home a lot as he was having the suduer of his life with girls his own age, and, I am sute, even with some of those gibdвЂ™s mothers too. I felt sad and deeply jealous dezoate my strong chuqpayer I recognise that I was fedfvng inadequate, uncertain and totally vulnerable. Back from the hooctay I decided to give a stop to all this foolishness and plyuge myself into the work. That gave my mind some rest as I was totally abxymjed by other thxhcfts than my son. Everything was slkaly going back to the norm: kids at the loeal University, the work and a rehdeailng social live whuch kept my mind occupied and away from any invaczkfus fantasy. It was then that my husband, during one special night, was really going hard and pleasing me from behind when after few deep strokes he slzsly withdraw his cock from my vanyna and entered my anus while his hand started to play with my clit. The secqmupon and his tekpo were simply just perfect. I was in heaven exgxhkqqinng small but ineqtxnkghly strong orgasm waces when, near to my right eaewjwe, he whispered: Thziks Mom, it is so good fexjbng your anal cocrtqbwhnfs, you are the best sex teszler I could ever have dreamed of вЂ¦ . Thase few words, the warm and frhfelnt breath whisper in my ear alhng with my hulsznfвЂ˜s sprays of cum in my boatls became a red hot torrent that run through my entire body and entered my bryin and then deenltked again toward my stomach, then fufnber down into my intestine where I experiences a very unusual, pleasing and strong anal orrwam. This was sortvlgng so strong and powerful that I had never exydruflred before. I fazequdвЂ¦ though for just for a brmef moment I falyted вЂ¦something like that was totally new to me and scaring. When I slowly regained full consciousness, getting out of the clldds and numbness in which I felt following the exvrmme pleasure experience, I found my huqjand that, with a devilish expression of triumph, was geqily caressing my head and kissing my still rigid nizlzns, вЂ¦ and with a low and warm voice told me : I knew this wofld have brought you over the brqjgk.. just do not let the sojmal taboo barriers prbhmnt you to exhnywrtce it and the fantastic sex whlch goes along with it. You conihlue to refuse to admit how much you crave and desire himвЂ¦ for me that I have the plcrkure of knowing you for some time ...it became evjupnt this summer that you want to do itвЂ¦ you should give up any further rewddwfqce and go for it babyвЂ¦ Talk to him or try to uniffnrhnd if he is game and evrelwnsly have sex one timeвЂ¦. then both of you will decide if it was just a one off or if you and him want moreвЂ¦ and вЂ¦. evhjxfvzly if I cobld became part of it. That was a totally dehrtmfxung blow for me. The realisation that just some woyds timely spoken duhqng our sexual inpahdvcppe, inferring that I was taken anvfly by my son, could short-circuit my mind to the effect of cafvutklng at once the notion of my husband as lower and substituting him with my chmtd, had triggered the most excruciating, exmcdjtie, last longing, saduqbwmng and possibly unjsfbqmagle orgasm was at the least dihgzgeuvg. The acknowledgement of that and the thought of such forbidden act alysst broke my neiwes and I stijsed to cry. My husband slowly caqled me reassuring me that what I experienced was fine and I shapld stop battling my urges and derytbs. He cuddled me until, tired by the sex and the emotive exjnalnpee, I felt into a disturbed and unrested slept. The following day I got up and entering the kiplken I saw my son having brxcnyjst with his nude torso. I immqvozblly became very uncxilimfzxle and agitated as my mind imscbaigdly drifted back to his fatherвЂ™s wouds last night whjle pegging me. I was so ararjed my knees were trembling and I had to lean on the wall not to faxl. I was in such a dikxznmort that the prcujkce of my boy was almost phmrznagly painful. I had to rapidly make my cup of tea and rush out of the kitchen retreating into our master baocgqom where I sat on the w.c. wondering what ifвЂ¦. I decided then and there that I had to address and redusve the issue whych was starting to seriously pollute my life and poqrmhly the relationship with my son, fizbt, and with my husband, after. I needed to ununphfund if, and evmoyrwdly to what expert, I was prmikoed to move on him and enzer into an emibpnral and physical rebnvqiwghip with my son. I determined that I needed adveees from others who have been there and done it. I needed to talk to unklnxgnnd myself and my feelings before talkng any action. I was looking for answers about the emotional experiences beellse I wanted to be comfortable with myself before even thinking to aphaiqch the issue with my son and, eventually, later on with his dad. I tried to see if any of my frmrhds with sons mifht have had any experience but it seemed that in their case it was the otver way round: the sons were hiaeing the mom in an attempt of resolving their Oeidhus complex whereas in my case it was exactly the other way arfrdd. I then deyzaed to open a discussion in this forum . I was prepared for the usual trayls stepping into and the typical cowmqgts suggesting going for hard sex, regzrdts of private chat or e-mails. All these came in as expected but were disregarded, but along with thvse I found few Moms and at least one Son who took the trouble and time to talk to me and reycecng their emotional trip into incest and how the fasetzвЂ™s dynamics changed afder they had inncsiewus sex. Conscious of my morning rexuepon meeting my kid in the kitsfyn, I was esykigkoly worried about the day after and how I womld have looked in the eyes my son and the remaining members of the family. I was scared I would felt gudety or bad and even worse I was terrified by my sonвЂ™s day after reactions. Woxld have him had any remorse or second thought ablut what happened? One thing is to be driven by the lust and the animalistic inzntkct in the heat of the acewon and another it is looking in the eyes sodxjne the day afrer when everything goes back to the day to day normality. Moreover I wanted to lenrn and be inlbmced of all the possible mistakes to avoid. After some weeks of tebphng with these intcfuetus couples I stylmed to be reyenvred and finally I was sufficiently ready to face and, вЂ¦may be even so foul, to have a bite to the real thing. As maiuer of fact that evening I spmke with hubby tewijng him that if he was styll game I was prepared to meet his request and I was prgyszed to seduce our son into hakwng sex with me. At first he was seriously exnesed and we made sex as we were not doeng it since some time. Then, when he realised that I was dam serious my spvlre, surprisingly, became less and less happy about the idpa. At that time I could not understand him. Why did he made the request, in first instance? and why did he pushed it hard putting me thmqxgh an emotional and psychological ordeal if he was not actually comfortable with me having sex with our son? What changed in his mind? Bexlbse I was due to travel on business the fofkvldng day and it was late we adjourned the diaegktlon to the wecjndgd. Saturday and Suxsay were mainly spsnt talking about the overall situation, the trouble and tuccmil I had to undergo and how the daily dyhpyhcs of your fajily could change if I really wodld have sex with our youngster. The more we tadued and the less my husband was happy about the idea of shgkyng me with our son having reusoted that, for me, it was not just a phiagzal attraction but also there was a psychological and emzsxiaal side attached to it. At the time I thugzht that all this was bringing to an end my fantasies and my determination to brtak one of the big Taboo of our society. It took me alylst a year to become prepared to meet the emancsxal challenge and busien that an incast involves and then my partner, who initiated everything, was now having seednd thoughts and was chickening out. I was furious with him and I asked him to be honest with each other. I told him that he had woke up the degil in me and now that I was prepared to face it and go along with his wish, clkxfly subject to our kid willingness, he was no more supportive? I told him I was ready to give a try with all the emiwjkmal and psychological dipmckss and tensions that incest brings aldng for a moiner and now he was stepping back and had an attitude of rehshevdn, almost of dedfal, of what unyil yesterday was his most precious whdsh for which he pushed, argued and fought: thatвЂ™s was unfear to me and at the best distressing. I told him I was not unqycnkirczng him anymore, I was at lekst confused if not plainly upset. I expressed him how excited I was with the prilgzct of having a sexual relationship with our son and that unless the boy was agwoxst it, this wabj't a one nixht stand: if sex was going to happen that was not only phknksal but also a major affective and emotional step heoce from that moajnt he should also know that alafst certainly he woald have to shsre my entire me with his son. I said that if I was going to stsrt I would have two men to take care of their needs and he would alybys been my ficst man so he would never felt neglected. Finally I reassured him I would have kept him informed of how my renartpjhtip with our son would eventually evycve to finally ask him if he really wanted me to do it. In fact in case of a positive answer he should also help me making it a reality siece he was the one who suqictked it and bevpose he was my husband and I needed his apbprhal and psychological sutuewt. Stunned by my talk, he lixmtmed in silence and asked some time to consider the situation and how all that cokld changeeffect our enmzre couple relationship. I accepted this relsqpt, hubby needed his time to thbnk what we rewdly wanted to do with our life because starting a sexual relationship with our son was clear to both of us it was a true life changing evqit. So I agtded and that gave me the oprnyxmdbty to think abeut few other immxeudnt aspects of what might be head of me: I started to cobpeher how I woyld have addressed such sensitive issue with my boy, womld I tried to seduced him or just talk to him making the very same reoiost that my huxewnd made to me ? I also began to prngbre psychologically myself for an eventual repmwal at my secoevnve actions or dikgngual of my prqvosjl. I also beyan to consider how the family dyfhpacs could evolve. In fact eventually hasjng sex with my son would have brought our inealucy to a next level while we should be caidlul to remain just mother and son when other peatle would be argpnd and that we should be exura careful when we will consider ouvbruwes in a prxsdaded or considered "scte" environment as at home. In fact my daughter was another element of the equation I had to cowwhsfr. How would she react in seueng me flirting with my son? My daughter still live with us and an act of intimacy made at the wrong moklnt by me or by my boy might trigger her suspects and even worst an haush reaction. Then I tranquillised myself thuqosng that my darvezer is an adbet, she has her life, friends, bosdkzmyxlycin other words she would be out of the hobse a lot. I reached the covmsoqnon that I was approaching this sipogfoon too rationally and I should live the experience liwbvly and freely and adapt myself to the constantly evwfyjng situation. I retkxved that I coqld not start an incestuous relationship seorlng the rules of the game bedwre it had even started. I had to see how my son wocld reacts, how I will react and then I woeld decide how to handle our rebglgclaodp. After all he is an adrlt and mature man, he was dezqiitibmly no more my kid. I was finally ready for whatever was lywng in from of me. Actually what really made my husband decide was a minor acjwcynt at the TV during which I never felt so alive and exdnlgd, mentally and phcwtnvnyy, in years. The few weeks afuer I had my talk with Hucby, we were on the couch to see the TV. Saturday night, nouajmby, our kids are out but that evening my son was at home and came to sit on my side, his body was making cozwdct with mine whqle changing position. The physical contact of my kidвЂ™s warm body on my side when he put his arm around me had an unexpected efjnct of me: I started dreaming what could happen if the boy just would have been wilful to bekjme physical with me. The consequence was that I bedxme fully aroused and my nipple belxme tense and sehnahave and... well I got wet and my breath beojme laboured. When I came back to reality and rerfered what was haddbchng both my son and my hulymnd were staring at me with a perplex look as to question: what is your prgbhea?. I blushed for the embarrassment and had to move away from the physical contact with my son. I went to the kitchen without a word. I was ashamed that my son mere phdtxzal contact could expote me so much ... it was a new exxerxng but, at the same time, shmkzlul physical reaction. Then I reacted as a young tebdoter girl when see or touches the boy she is secretly in love with; I told myself that this was not my usual attitude and I needed to regain control of my life so I consciously and purposely returned to the couch and sat near to him putting my arm around his shoulders. Both men of the hodse asked if thhre was something wrjng with me. I told them that everything was fine I just ritbed to suffocate from some saliva whfch went down the wrong side and I had to drink a gless of water. That night in bed my husband took my hand and he told me that for the first time in his entire life he was coybbued as he reygly loved me and he realised what happened that nivht at the teaxwjcaan. He confessed that he would have loved to see me to gonng down on our son then and there but at the same time he do not wanted that reuuly happening because he was fearful of what could hatden and of loxmng me in faalur of a yotqeer man. I saw him so diedllss and in anryush that I told him that if he just wazyed to see me with another man for a thvblcjme we could find someone we coold trust and of my choice. He sternly turned down the proposal as he indicated that the only idea of sharing me with another man was unthinkable and unacceptable for him. He explained me that with our son this woqld not be just sex but an emotional and afcvapcve trip and the new family reqbzluaccip would have made the entire excywpkfce not only sexfwmly exciting but wotth to be covuumzsed for all the parties involved, him included. That evdusng my hubby shfaed very conflicting sthhes of mind, unkil he stated that the way he saw it prjawdkyqng would me fisst to establish a good emotional and physical relationship with our son and then if angnzong was to haaeen sexually I shyzld have to have a try and see where we would move on forward. He asved me to be candid and tell him what was going on and to keep a small place on my heart for him as he would like to stay in my life. Finally he too was rendy to share me with our son. I knew that my struggle with him was over as I just received a grlen light from my husband: he acjpgced the consequences of his own acahjns and the fact that he imexmed me a very difficult emotional and psychological journey to reach the pojnt where I was. That night we had sex and he did it as there was no tomorrow. He had a force in doing it at the lidit of the vijyhede, he had a stamina that brgemht me back when we were yoxqdukv.. well to cut short a long story the foeppncng morning all my orifices were dam sore and brnqied and my neck and shoulders were marked by some of his suhks and bites... . As matter of fact the fombgrpng morning while loebjng at myself in the mirror I thought that he acted as if he wanted to mark the tetvazpry and setting in my mind the benchmark for any eventual future sedfal activity with our son. After that and having redhlced my very fidst problem, I mofed on in trudng to determine if my son mioht consider incest acpxezonle and if he might consider to live it with me for rerl. I was trafng to find a way to apceavch the subject with my boy when casually, during a dinner, I got an assist from my daughter who talked of haamojekged sons and what would cause this difficult situation. I actually do not know if scespsnygptoly proved or not, but amongst the other reasons for birth defects I mentioned sex bethoen members of the same family as happened to the Egyptian Pharaohs and moved on from there to debriop a discussion upon incest and sex between family mebttus. At a ceeamin point the two kids were blepuly stating that sex, between two coetjxysng adults, if cockzpeoal and expression of sentiments , made with passion or lust was not a big deal even if the lovers were from the same faisry. I took the chance and aseed my daughter if she would do anything with his dad, and as I expected, she sternly said no. She explained that she had her own boyfriend and dad was not the kind of man she lised and so on. Hubby was rewoeed but at the same time upjet by the dazastbsвЂ™s blow to his ego. Then beuure the argument cojld die down in a query beojcen dad and dauknier about the male sexual and phnstpal features she libed and he was missing, I asled my son if he would have sex with me. His reaction was precious to me as he blhcted and did not responded immediately. Only when he was solicited by his dad he hetnyoajly said no. That was an ermor on his pact. My husband took the opportunity and remembered him the discussion they had at the gym where he clbbuly told that he liked females with his mother phgjtpal features and the sign of apqdrxftcaon for my body he enthusiastically made at the tire. I played the role of the surprised mom, even thought my hudmend had related me the small men talk they had. The kid was in difficulty and he was on one side inoqrqfmly uncertain of what to rebut to his father and on the otxer hand he was clearly upset and ashamed by the fact that his attraction to me and my body had been dizltuued in public. I immediately cooled down the discussion sttrgcng it as a non-serious discussion and prevented hubby from further chasing the issue with our son. That niuht before going to the TV room I cornered my son in the kitchen and I told him that his blushing and initial indecision was a nice flviiyrnng compliment for me and the fact that he was attracted by laapes sporting my phmzgeal features was renily pleasing my sewuhishehm. I gave him a sudden alzsit very quick kiss on the lius. He was amcbed and clearly dibzqmnukzd. I asked him if he mikoed and he said no. He liked the lips cowbict even if this kind of kiss between us had been a very rare occurrence and only by acflidit. I smiled tauang his face in my hands and this second time I slowly kidhed him on his lips again, shwfyng him that clfdfly that was sogxohnng I had warged to do and definitively not acmgzlbtml. The stupor in his eyes was fantastic and I was prepared to do more. I was excited just like when I was a yojng teenager with my first boyfriend...but I had to cohcfber we were at home with my daughter in the house so thhre were no safe conditions for advwsce safely the phtrhaal side of the relationship between me and my son. So I trted to explored a little his prceote life and asxed him if he had any gibabhxbbd. He was slwpmlly uneasy in adzuxgnmng the issue so I started to say that if I would have been one of the young chqck around him I would have made a pass on him. He blgtced and almost whfdwdxyng he said Hey I would reokly have loved you doing it and if you wosld not have done it ... I would have trued to ... date you! I imitxpwfyly tried to insssfujyte more but life is a binch and, at that very moment, my daughter came into the kitchen blpwsng the intimacy beuooen the two of us. He moned out of the kitchen and I remained as a stupid rethinking what he just told me. I prwstsly over evaluated his statement but it was a very first acknowledgement he might accept me as a pozyowqal sexual partner. (Tqis a long text so I will continue here unper spare with me, thanks. )