Incest and cheating

I laugh thinking back on how I got divorced.

It was the best and worst decision of my life.

The best was I got fucked better than I had ever been fucked in my life.

The worst I can never marry the man that sexually satisfies me.

It all started in a chat room.

I wasnt unhappy in my marriage and I'm still not sure why I did it.

I surfing through a chat room I belonged to at the time when I got a message from a guy asking about something I had posted earlier.

It was all innocent and he never started anything.

We got to talking and I found him very interesting. So I friended him so we could talk some more.

At first, it was occasional.
Once or twice a week.
But, I started wanting to talk to him more as I learned more about him.

I learned his name was Jake and we lived in the same town.

Jake is the name of my son.

I should have known who it was by talking to him.
But, I never paid attention and I didn't care.

I just liked the attention I was getting.

As things progressed I started talking to him more and more until we messaged each other every day throughout the day.

Jake asked me one day what my figure was.
So I proudly told him.
5'7" tall
134 pounds and that I measured an athletic
34D-27-35

He described himself as
6'1"
Broad shoulders and muscular build.

Later on that even I told him to send me a picture.

He was just out of the shower dripping wet.

I wished he would have sent me a face picture and would have stepped back from then sink a little further so I could see his dick.

But, damned did he have a body.


So, I went and ran me a bath and sent him a picture.
It showed my tits. But, not my face.

That started a string of lewd pictures and dirty texts.

I told Jake every one of my dirty desires.

All the while I'm taking my sexual frustrations out in my husband.
He is getting more pussy than he can handle and a lot better quality than normal.

Jake would message throughout the day about what I was wearing and I would always tell him in detail.
I even got to where I'd snap a picture of myself every morning of my bra and panties and send it to him.

We were even talking about the sex we liked.

I held nothing back and even sent Jake videos of me masturbating.

"Let's meet." Jake finally said.

"I run every Saturday morning down by the river," I told him.

Jake already knew I liked to stick my lime green butt plug in my ass when I went running.
I had even sent him pictures of it sticking out of my ass.

"I'll be there," Jake told me.

"Deal," I told him.

I didn't know how he was going to find me.
But, I had to done decided if he was as good-looking as I thought he was.
I was fucking him.

I was about a mile into my run when I heard from behind me a familiar voice.

"Finally the ass in person I've been seeing pictures of." He said.

I knew the voice.
But, I didn't want to believe it.

"Does it look better in person?" I smiled not turning around fearing the worst and knowing I still wanted to fuck him.

My god, if the pictures he sent me of his cock were true. He was twice the size of his father.

"Lots better," Jake said still behind me looking at my ass as I ran.

I knew it was Jake. I knew my son was the one I had been banging the shit out of my husband thinking about.
I also knew I wanted to bang him as soon as possible.

"So Jake. Do you run here often?" I asked still not looking back at him.

"Nope. I passed on a fishing trip to go running with a sexy milf this morning." He chuckled reaffirming it was him.

"Milf?" I chuckled thinking of the words.

"I tell you what. You beat me to the cabins at the end of the path and I'll show you a better time than you'll ever have on a fishing trip." I smiled picking up the pace.

I'm not sure where he cut off.
But, when I reached the cabin Jake was sitting on a picnic table smiling at me.

"You cheated." I laughed smiling at him setting down beside him at the table.

"You never said I had to stick to the path." Jake laughed.

"No. No, I didn't." I smiled at him teasingly.

"I'll get the cabin." He grinned hopping off the table.

"Do you think your mother is going to approve?" I smiled flirtily.

"I'll ask her in a couple of hours." Jake smiled walking off.

We did everything we had talked about.
From me swallowing his yummy load to him fucking me in the ass.

Jake was also hung as good as the pictures he had sent.

"So did my mother approve?" Jake asked as I lay in his arms in the glow of ecstasy.

"Your mother approves." I giggled.

For the next six months, we met every Wednesday and every Saturday at the same cabin.
We would fuck and suck until it was time to get back.

Jake knew the guy that owned the cabins and kept our cabin open for us and our meetings secret.

Fucking Jake was not like fucking my husband.

Jake fucked me like a slut.
My husband slut fucks me.
But, not like Jake does.
It's just different.
More intense, with more dedication I guess.

I know part of it was that I'm his mother.
But, a big part of it was we liked fucking each other.

A few times I slipped over to Jake's and spent the day getting my brains banged out when he got rained out.

I could have fucked him more if I wanted to.
But, Jake and I had restraint on that.

But, mainly we kept it to Wednesday and Saturdays.

We were fuck buddies. Each filling a gap.

Besides, I knew better than to let it get to far out of hand.

Then the unthinkable happened one night.
I had to much to drink and was messaging Jake about all the nasty things I wanted to do to him and was planning on doing to him.

I never thought about my husband going through my phone.

Well, he read all my nasty messages to Jake and the things we had talked about we had done and we're planning on doing.

There were even half-naked pictures of me that I had sent to Jake and one of me with a dildo in my pussy.

Well, the damage was done.

I woke the next morning to an empty house.

My now soon-to-be ex-husband didn't care who Jake was.

The note on the table said.

"It was a good run while it lasted and I will always love you.
But, we are over.
I hope Jake keeps you satisfied."

I knew it was no good to call my husband.
But, I tried anyway.

The next person I called was my son.

To this day my ex has no idea my son Jake is the one I am sleeping with.

He and Jake still fish together every once in a while.

I've asked Jake if he has ever brought up our affair.

Jake confirmed he has.
But, that's about all that is said.

I wish I had never started the affair with my son.
I ruined a very good marriage.
But, I am also happy I'm sleeping with the man that sexually satisfies me.

By the way.
I have never cheated on Jake.