Mom and Son Deciding

by Kayce (IL)

My mom and I had started doing it together mostly just for fun and because it was a daring thing to do. After about a month, though, it started to become much more significant and we both realized that. We were both experiencing much stronger and deeper emotions as we made love. And that was what it was becoming. It was no longer just sex because it was fun and felt good and daring to do together as mother and son, but we were really making love.

“We’re going to have to talk about this,” my mom said. “It’s not just our having some fun anymore.”

“I know,” I said, realizing as much. “But it’s nice,” I added, which was hardly any help.

“It is nice. Maybe too nice,” she said. “And that’s the thing.” She frowned. “We can’t continue on like this.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“It’s just … well, it’s becoming too serious. And …” she paused. “And someone’s going to find out.”

So what’s the answer? I move out and we stop doing this together?”

My mom looked just a bit stricken.

“Is that what you want to do?” I questioned uneasily.

“Well … no,” she confessed.

“Or,” I offered, “we could move to someplace where nobody knows us, and just live … well, openly together. No one would know that way.”

“That would mean, like, living as husband and wife,” she said. “Would you want to live with you own mother like that?”

“I don’t see why not? It’s pretty much what we’re doing right now. I really don’t want anyone else. I was married … you were married, and that didn’t work out. And what we have is so much better than that,” I said. “We’re both happy.”

“Yes …” she admitted.

“So we just keep on doing what we’re doing, and for other people …well, we’ll look like husband and wife, and there won’t be any problems.”

“Still … it is like a big step.”

“Not really,” I assured. “We’re already like husband and wife in that sense. Why give up a good thing?” I grinned. “I can start calling you Barbara instead of mom, and start fucking you as my wife.”

She grinned, too. “Would you want to fuck me as your wife?”

“Yes,” I said.

We kissed.

“Let’s go fuck,” she said. “I want to fuck you so much.”

“Okay, mom … uh, Barbara,” I said, making the correction.

My mom gave me a demure look. "Well, maybe still mom in the bedroom.”

“Okay, mom,” I said. “Let’s fuck.”

We went into the bedroom and once more I had my penis in my mom’s vagina and it felt so good and I loved, and she loved it, too.