I don't know about this. I'm not sure I've done right by my son in raising him this way. Maybe I've led him astray. Maybe it's better that he find some fresh girl his own age to be having these experiences with. Of course, I've loved every minute of the initimate moments we've spent together. God, if his father ever found out the taboo and dirty things we've done together that I would never do with him... Okay, this time has to be the last time though. He's being so persistent. He wants to be inside Mommy so badly once again, right here in the kitchen, even with his father in the other room. He has to promise me though. Promise me this is the last time. Even after he cums inside of me, I know I'm lying to myself about what I want. The next time my son found me ready to go in my bedroom, he knows I won't say no. Still trying to convince myself that this can't continue, I reminisce about our first experiences. I recount to my son those early days, when he couldn't help but express his physical love for Mommy. Knowing that I go to bed naked, he was all too willing to climb into bed with Mommy. Even as his father was lying next to us, he couldn't help but touch me and get hard for Mommy. And I couldn't help but willingly introduce my sweet son to the physical love he craved. To be the first pussy that he sunk his lovely cock inside of, to have the juice of his very first cum is something I will always treasure. Since then, every time we fuck, I keep his cum inside of me for as long as I can. To have his essence back inside of me where it came from is more of a gift than I could ask for. Once my son cums inside of me, I can't lie to either of us any more. I know that I enjoy this too much to ever give it up.