Thirsty Thursday.

My name is Pamela. I'm 38 years old, single. With a 21 year old son, who lives with me. It works we split all the Bill's and makes things easy on us both. He has his life and I have mine.

I'm kinda a bigger gal. 5'3" 175 pounds. 34GG-28-33. I've been told I'm pretty. I don't know. I buy my clothes and look at myself in the mirror.

Well, just over a month ago I did something very wrong. Very, very wrong.
You see it was a Thursday night and couple of the girls wanted to go out.
I thought sure. Why not. I didn't have any plans.
Well, we met at 7 p.m. just like we planned and starte drinking. I'm not a big drinker. It's not that I can't handle it. I just don't. I'll have a couple. But, I very seldom get carried away.
I guess we had been there about an hour when my son Michael showed up.

I knew things was gonna get carried away. Not in a bad way. It's just Michael being Michael.

Just as I suspected Michael didn't miss a chance to hit on any of the other 4 women setting there. They all enjoyed and was having a good time.

The more Michael drank. The more brash and bold Michael got and the sexier he got. All the while the hornier I got.

I could see in Ginna's eyes and what was coming out of her mouth that Michael was gonna get a fucking night if she had her way about it.

Looking back I should have let things take there course.

Well, being horny myself and having a little more then normal to drink I intervened and talked Michael into driving me home.
In the dark of his truck is where I started my seduction.

I set next to him and leaned into him and rubbed his thigh and continued to hand him a beer from the sack in the floor board as he drove us.
He was pretty lit when we reached home and I knew his judgement was way impaired.

The poor boy never stood a chance.

I had him against the counter in the kitchen when I went to my knees and blew him.
It was in the livingroom floor that he fucked my fat tits and on the stairs where we 69ed.
The hall way to my bedroom is where he licked my ass.
My king bed is where I fucked him in every postion and everyway I could think of. Standing up leaning over the foot board is where he fucked me in the ass and filled my guts with a load of his hot, sweet nectar.

I fell asleep wrapped tight against his strong naked body. Happy and content. Not thinking about the next morning.

I woke before Michael thinking I could slide out and make a clean escape.

"Where you going." I heard from behind.

I was lost and fear ran through me.

"I have to pee." I said trying to keep my composure.

As I set on the stool trying to figure out what do I heard Michael stumble out of my room then back in.
I knew when I went back out there he would be in my bed and would be naked. I knew I would be naked as I left the bathroom and there was no way to slide out with out him seeing me.
So I thought I'd play it cool and see how things went.

"Jesus fuck. Your killing me." I cried out in pleasure as Michael pinned my hands above head and drove his big prick into my oozing cunt as I planted my feet and humped back at him.

"Would you leave me alone. I have to get ready for work." I giggled in pleasure as Michael squatted behind me spreding my ass cheeks licking my asshole.

Alls I thought about that day was getting home to fuck Michael again.

As soon as I got home that evening I stripped naked and screwed my son again. Then fixed dinner and screwed him on the kitchen table for dessert.
I blew him to orgasm swallowing a nice sweet load of nectar as we watched t.v. in the front room and pulled him to my bedroom that night for a night of torrid sex.
That weekend I fucked him as much as could getting fucked in every way possible.

Like I said that's been just over a month ago.
I missed worked on that Monday and Michael took off.
As we laid in bed talking that after noon. Exhausted from all the fucking we had done over the weekend and that morning. We came to an agreement that we should not let this continue. Not that either of us had a problem with it. It was for of being found out about and the rumors.

Well, I thought I could handle it. But, living with him and the memories of Michael's very large prick driving into me I can't.
I know it's wrong and Michael is back with his girlfriend.
But, I want him. I lay in bed almost ever night masterbating thinking about my son.
I know it's wrong. But, I want him and miss his smell and feel next to me.