How my son raping me awakened my inner slut

My son had turned 18 and was out of school. Instead of college, he decided to start working at an aircraf6 company doing assembly. The .only he made was good, dwarfing my teaching salary. He had a girlfriend and the income level to mkve out, but he chose to stay and give me money for bills weekly. I was relieved that he was staying, I wasn't ready to be an empty nester yet.

James was handsome, looked so much like his dad in his facial features and eyes. He was tall, slim, and slightly muscular. When he worked in the yard it was hard not to look when his shirt was off. I was 35, kept my body petite thanks to a strict diet and trips to the gym a few times a week. I kept my red hair cut just past my shoulders, my green eyes usually framed by glasses. My c cup breasts looked bigger than they were due to my petite frame.

Since James had a career and was helping with bills, I didnt nond him drinking eaxh evening. It never affected his ability to get up and go to work each morning. I loved cooking for him and watching TV together, some nights with his girlfriend there. On nights she slept over, I would lay in my bed and listen to the faint sounds of Jamie's moaning and the bed squeaking as they fucked. I was jealous because I hadn't been laid in years and was not the quick hook up type

Being summertime, I was on my summer vacation from teaching. I used the free time each day to drive Lyft. Occasionally I would have passengers I found attractive or sometimes one of my students wpuld get in the car. I kept things professional even though some of the passengers made my panties grow damp.

I dabbled with the dating apps, signing up on Tinder, and also a lesbian dating app as I found lesbian women easy to talk to and I had curiosity about what it would be like to be with a woman. In a way, I felt desperation starting to set in, but I fought the hook up urges. When the urges grew too strong, I had my fingers or my battery operated boyfriend to help me out.

Then cane that night. After the usual evening of watching TV with James, he had gone to his room and I headed to mine after shutting off the lights and locking up. Most nights I woukd sleep naked after making myself cum. That night I opted for my pajama set of satin sleep shorts and a satin button down top. After reading for a few minutes, I pulled my favorite sleep mask over my eyes and turned out the lights.

I heard a light knock on my door and then it opened. I heard James voice say goodnight. I replied with "goodnight baby". I waited to hear the door shut but it didnt

"Mom, have i ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"Yes baby, that's sweet, thank you" I heard the door shut

"I mean very very beautiful" he was still in the room "can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Sure, you're always welcome to sleep in here"

I felt the mattress move as he laid down. I liked the nights he would sleep in my bed, the sound of another person breathing made the bed less lonely. I drifted off to sleep to the rhythm of his breathing. At some point in the night, I dreamt that I was outside walking, breeze hitting my chest. I awoke and quickly realized that it was my ceiling fans breeze hitting my chest. My sleep top was completely undone and laying open. I kept my mask over my eyes as I felt Janes hand start to gently glide over my breasts. I panicked but said nothing

"You're so perfect, so smart, so beautiful" I heard him whispering.

I should have pulled the mask off, should have said no, but his hand felt nice. Besides, it was just my breasts. I felt his lips start to kiss my soft mounds, his tongue circling my now hard nipples. It was still above the waist, so I stayed motionless. His hand moved to my belly ans along the waistband of my shorts. I decided to roll to my side, my back to him, keeping my breathing like I was asleep.

I felt James body against my back. His arm over me, fondling my tits. I felt him start to softly kiss my neck. Iwas both turned on and scared. This was my son, this wasn't supposed to be happening, and it wasn't supposed to feel so good. Inside I was screaming stop, but it wasn't coming out of my mouth. I felt something hard start to rub along my butt cheeks, there was only one thing it could be, my son's hard cock. I felt his hand move down my belly and into my sleep shorts, wasting no time in moving to my pussy.

I was starting to panic, he had crossed a line, my 18 year old son was rubbing my pussy and I was getting wet. His fingertips massaged my clit. I had to stop this, and stop it soon, but I was scared to speak. After a couple of minutes, his hand left my shorts, then his thumb hooked the waistband and started to push them down

"James, stop" I finally whispered

"Why?"

"Because its wrong. Im your mom and you have a girlfriend"

"Its okay mom, we are adults"

"James, we cant" I said as he continued to push on my shorts, only my weight keeping them on. I reached down and held the waistband

"Yes we can" he said "and we will" he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my back

"James, dont" I said sternly as he pulled my hand away from my shorts and pulled them down

"Its too late mom" he said, I was only in my sleep mask, James was strong, too strong.

He moved on top of me, pulling my mask off of my eyes. I looked up at him in fear as my hands were pinned to the bed. I tried to resist, I squirmed, his weight was too much to fight. I felt the tip of his cock about to enter me. I tried to beg him to stop again. Instead, he kissed me and pushed his hips toward me, his cock entering my pussy.

It had been years since anything but my dildo was inside me, years since I felt a man's weight on top of me. James cock was now balls deep inside of me. I felt his cock rhythmically rub my pussy walls. His pace started slow but got faster. The kiss broke and I cried out "James stop" over and over, he wouldn't. He fucked me harder and faster than his dad ever did. His hand gripped my throat, not too tight, he had both of my wrists pinned above my head with the other hand. Our skin made a slapping sound each time his cock reached full depth in me.

I felt both traumatized and aroused at the same time. A cock felt so good in me, I just didnt want it to be my son's. My body didnt know any different as his cock brought me to an orgasm. He drilled my pussy harder as he held my throat and my wrists. Finally, I heard him groan and one last thrust. I felt his load shooting into my pussy. I couldn't get pregnant, but it still shocked me that he had came inside of me.

When he pulled out of me, I rolled to my side and started to cry, my knees pulled to my chest. Crying because I felt both violated and pleased at the same time. James tried to put an arm over me, but I tensed up. James rolled to his back and fell asleep.

Waking up on little rest, it was all still so fresh. James was already gone to work. As I showered I cussed myself out for thinking that his cock did feel nice inside me and I had been in need of a good fucking. I had forgotten how good being sexually active was. As I shut off the shower, I decided that if he made a move on me again that I would let him fuck me. I also decided that maybe I would find some dick outside of the house. It was the awakening of a new me