My mind is racing with many thoughts as I lay in bed trying to focus on my book. I fidget with my glasses but, nothing is working. I try to distract myself from these thoughts. I've been so lonely and very very horny... My husband is gone and all I want is a hot cock pumping in my wet pussy.
Wait, what about my son...? What am I thinking?! I can't do that! What's going on with me? I can't have sex with my own son! What if he tells or thinks I'm a disgusting Momma... It's so hard fighting these urges though. I love my boy and wouldn't want to put him in that position wanting him to decide if he wants to fuck his Momma. It would be so taboo and incestous if I fucked my son... Wait, why am I getting wet? Stop it!
Maybe, he wouldn't mind? uhmm... Let me just go check on him. I'm wearing my night gown that allows my milky tits to hang out. I've never wore this before in front of him always trying to cover up so he couldn't see my motherly assets. My voluptuous butt strains against the fabric and my thick, squishy thighs jiggle as I approach his room.
Here we go... I say to myself. I knock on his door lightly, breathing heavily causing my large milkies to bounce. Son, are you awake? Momma wants to check up on you if that's okay? I can't believe I'm doing this. I need to tread lightly making sure I don't pressure him. He is so innocent... I really need this and I don't care if it's my own son. I hope he understands...