Then there was a knock on my door.
“Mom? Can I come in?” It was my son.
“Yeah, uh..” I stuttered as I stood up to get the door but it opened before I got there. David stood in my doorway, hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular body glowing after his shower. He was beautiful. He really was a man now.
“Mom, before you say anything, I want to say something first.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You aren’t weak.”
I looked at him confused.
“What you said earlier. You’re not weak, Mom.” He stepped closer to me. “You asked me to forgive you because you were weak and lonely. I don’t think it was weakness at all though.”
“You’re strong, Mom. You got on your knees last night in the kitchen and pulled my pants down and sucked my cock. You did that. You woke me up this morning and climbed on top of me and came on my dick. I can’t even imagine the strength it took for you, as a mother, to stand up for yourself and what you need, in the face of society and what everyone says is wrong..” I couldn’t look at him. I looked at the floor, at my feet. “And do what you know is right.”
“How can it be right, baby?” I questioned. “I’m your mom..” I whispered. “I started feeling really ashamed today. I can’t talk to anyone about it. You’re my son..” I whimpered. “You were my baby boy, I remember holding you in my arms. I raised you.”
“And you did a good job, Mom. But I’m a man. I wanna take care of you now. You’re beautiful. I want to make you feel safe and happy. You’re a sexual person, I saw that side of you last night and this morning. I don’t know what changed. You deserve to be able to express yourself sexually, freely, and not be ashamed. It was mind-blowing seeing you like that last night and this morning.” He looked down for a second then back up and made eye contact with me. “Having sex with you.. Getting naked with my own mom who I love. Who I’ve always loved.. and just.. connecting like that. It was so fucking beautiful, so fucking good.”
“It was,” I admitted. I was stunned by his passion and emotion. I was getting turned on. “David, the sex was amazing.” I could feel myself getting wet. I knew there was no use resisting it, but I went on. “Baby, I’m 42 years old. I can’t give you what you need.” I pretended not to notice that the top of my robe opened up as I moved my arms behind my back absentmindedly.
“Let me worry about what I need. What about what you need?” David replied. “Dad left us, now we have to make our own way. You haven’t remarried, you’ve barely even dated.” I looked down. I wanted to cry suddenly. He didn’t stop. “You just come in here alone and masturbate. For years. You fuck yourself with a dildo, Mom.” I looked up at him defiantly when he said that, tears forming in my eyes. David stepped closer towards me, reaching out and untying my robe. I backed up till I got to the bed. He let his towel fall and stood before me naked. His beautiful cock bounced up and down. It was hard. “You deserve more than that, don’t you think?” he asked as he parted my robe and exposed my body.