Should I feel better about me because other moms have also had a wicked smutty thought of risking a nasty act that might wreck thier son. I am guilty this past winter when our water heater went out. The hot water was almost gone so my son and I, both being adults 34 and 17, knew we must shower together or do without. Thinking nothing of it was rapidly replaced by evil urges of my son that have confused me ever since. We washed one anothers back but that was the only contact. I tried not to notice my son's dick was fluid, not fully hanging, but not standing with a fat defined head so hot, my natural impulse moved my hands to touch it. Forbidden flashed and I moved my hands rapidly to his hips and back to washing his back. Blessedly I recognized my impulse in time to touch, wash, and more to my son's dick. I was drenching wet with arousal and had a craving for my son to know how he was tormenting his mother's unlawful fervor. Regretful actions of melting morals were saved by the water turning cold real fast like. We rushed to escape freezing water but who could guess my son was sporting a rock hard stiff boner. I was disappointed by how quickly he grabbed a towel and wrapped waist, hiding view of his delicious schlong. Next my son displayed manners by taking another towel, turning me, drying my back side. Now I cannot see the tent pole but he made up for it by taunting me with the drying off of my ass cheeks. If only he would intrude farther my mind dreamed. My son finished to fast before handing the towel to me. I wanted more as I fought to kill the itch but still my ego was dirty with the notion my son admired my tight ass and more as we showered. He craved this hot ass even more while whiping it dry, knowing I couldn't see his glazing eyes. My son's manhood grew from from a semi to a full rock hard in the prescene of his naked mother. Immoral, intoxitating, and unforgetable a shower with total recall that is etched in my memory bank. It is reborn from time to time like when it's not supposed to. It is quite, I'm alone trying to relax and meditate but the recall drifts in and makes me horny with filthy fantasies until I orgasm. I pray I am not the only depraved mom that needs sexual healing.

When I was a 17 year old boy I became infatuated with my 14 year old, female second cousin. We were both virgins . It was a very hormonal time in ours lives and we both liked the excitement and the wrongness of what we were feeling, It was our big secret. Our parents were oblivious, or maybe were just looking the other way. We spent a lot of time in her bedroom, listening to albums, talking about our problems and seeking quick peeks and feels, hoping that nobody would come through the door. I installed a small but effective door latch and we got to be more intimate, at last. Kissing, heavy petting, tit sucking , fingering and dry humping cosusmed our time. She let me explore all of her with my hands but she only touched my cock through my pants. She was very afraid that we would end up fucking and she would get pregnant. I would finger her until she orgasmed and I would dry hump her until I came.

She knew how badly I wanted to go all--the-way. She set me up with her girl freinds so that I could get relief. We even started double dating together, me dating her friends, she dating mine. on car dates I would be having sex with her best freind in the front seat and she would be fooling around with my buddy in the back seat- windows all steamed- the thick smell of sweat, pussy and cum . It was odd through, listenting to each other having sex with other people a few feet away but knowing we couldn't do that with each other. But worked for us, until I moved away to another state. We talked on the phone sometimes.

Then when she turned 18 she showed up at my apartment to announce that she was on the pill and she was ready and eager to have sex. I was days away from going off to college, but we could finally do whatever we wanted..... and we did :-} It was so fulfilling to be able to enter her, looking into her eyes as our tounges intertwined and and I was thrusting as deeply as I could inside of her as her legs wrapped around my thighs - pulling me in. That orgasm was intense both sexually and emotionally -we had waited 4 years and the intimacy we craved had finally been fulfilled. I headed off to college- we didn't have time to fully explore each other. We didn't explore 69, or ass play or other positions. By the time I graduated from college, I was married and she was in a committed relationship with children. I condsider her to be my first love and I still crave her in that special way.

Flash forward: In my 30s I a developed a crush on my wife's niece. She was estranged from her parents and was staying with my wife and me, to be safe. I knew it was wrong feel the way I was feeling but the wrongness was part of the turn on. She was 17, perky and hormonal, all the right curves in all the right spots. I denied my feeling and urges but we both knew there was an odd energy between us. I was projecting all the things I didn't do with my second cousin onto my niece. I got drunk with her one time and tried to feel her up, but she rebuffed me. The fantasies were and still are intense. I want to spread here open to slowly suck and lick her to orgasm while pushing her knees to her tits. I want to cum in her ass doggie style while pulling her long black hair back---thrusting as deep as I can go for as long as I can. I want to do 69 with her. I want her to face sit on me. I want to cum between her tits. I want to do all the things I never got to do with my 2nd cousin.

The wrongness of sex with family members is tantilizing.