I was a normal mom...  I was divorced and lived with my 22 year old son. We had a normal relationship. We'd talk, joke around. We were close but we'd never really talk about sex or relationships. I don't know if he looked at me but I never really thought of him in a sexual way.

One day I walked into the bathroom with, and apparently he had forgot to lock the door. I saw my son jerking off in the shower. Something in me couldn't look away. I can't explain it. I stayed there and watched him finish, then I when he got out I made sure he saw me. I handed him a fresh towel to dry off with then left without saying a word.

Later when I went to take my own shower, I couldn't understand why I was so aroused. Why did I stay and let him see me? I was a single mother... I hadn't been on a date in years. The sight of a hard cock had set me off. My clit was on fire. I stayed in the shower for over an hour. The feelings were so intense, I couldn't deny it to myself anymore. He knew I had watched him jerk off. What did he think of me after all this?

The next day we talked, I apologized for invading his privacy.  He said not to worry about it, things happen when people live together. He said it wasn't a big deal. I felt at ease and like we could move on.

But as the days passed, I tried to go back to normal but I couldn't concentrate. Whenever I was home by myself I couldn't keep my clothes on. I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. The moment I was alone in house I'd dress up like a slut and finger myself. Every day I did this. I wanted him to come home early. I wanted him to see me like this. I'd never felt like this before. I would imagine him watching me, and I would I would cry out my son's name every time I came. Then I would feel so guilty and ashamed afterwards.

I gave into the fantasy so hard. I was losing it... I'm a mother. I can't do this, I can't cum thinking of my son. What is wrong with me? Does he know? I needed help.

I told my therapist. I was embarrassed, but I felt I needed to get it off my chest. I told her I felt turned on all the time. How'd I get myself off thinking about him. How I always came so hard thinking of my son. I told her how horny I felt, and how guilty, how ashamed, I couldn't handle it.

She told me not to feel ashamed but to continue exploring my sexuality. I was confused. I asked her what kind of signal I was sending my son. I told her I was concerned I was going to harm our relationship.

She said "Then tell him. Get it out in the open, and see how he feels. It's unhealthy to fight it. He will understand it's a part of who you are."

That night, I checked into a hotel, and texted my son to come meet me so we could talk. When he got there, we sat down on the edge of bed. I told him my therapist had said I needed to express myself sexually. That I was a woman who had sexual needs that had been neglected for a long time. I told him that he was a man now and needed to accept that I was a woman. I was shaking as I told him he needed to accept me as a sexual being. I told him I loved him as a mother, but I also see him as a man.

We started kissing. Was this what the therapist meant? This can't be right, but his cock was hard, and I was soaking wet. I told him, "come here and give your mother a kiss",and next thing I know his mouth was on my cunt. I was in ecstasy as my son's tongue played in circles around my pussy and teased my ass.

 Then I was totally naked, on all fours. As he slid his cock into me he asked, "Is this what you wanted mom?"

My son is fucking me! What am I doing!? I'm such a slut, this is unbelievable. I have to put a stop to this... No.. wait... I'm a woman. My son is a man. This is what my therapist was saying. This isn't a nightmare. It's a beautiful dream come true.

I asked my son if he accepted his mother as a sexual woman now. He told me, "you are a woman mom, and I love seeing you like this... Look at you.. my dick in you... I can feel you cumming".

Every mother should show her son what it means to be a woman . I am not ashamed. I am a woman. I am a mother. I love my son and I want to show him. Show him how his mom looks, how she sweats, how she smells, how she cums.

My therapist was so right. I felt so empowered. I'm a woman. I'm naked and fucking my own son. My son came on me and we shared a deep kiss. It felt so good. I asked him to accept me, and we spent the night together embraced.

That wasn't the last time. I revelled in days of mother son sex. I was exploring my sexuality, and bonding with my boy in a way that felt so natural. Is this what my therapist had in mind? That I fuck my son like this? I doesn't matter, it's done.

We would go on secret vacations like honeymooners together. Where he would fuck and fuck and fuck his horny mommy as much as he wanted. Where we would sunbathe nude together, and I would ride my son's cock right there on the beach. Out in the open where no one knew who we were.

I showed my son a new side of me. And he accepted me, his mother. It's so beautiful to cum on my boy. We fucked in every room of the house. I stayed on my son's dick. I took my clothes off for him. I felt like I could finally be who I really was. He still loved me as a mom, but he let me be a woman. We pushed boundaries together...

Mother and son... Man and woman... It was as pure as love can get, a son and his mother.