*A mothers taunting confession*

A woman confesses to her best friend about her forbidden relationship with her own son.

I gazed at Angela with a great sense of hesitation, all I could hear was my beating heart. "You can tell me anything Carrie, we've known each other for years," she said as she waited for me to speak. Her low-cut blouse and those legs of hers were stirring my juices. The way she lounged on the sofa was so enticing.

We were buzzing on some edibles and sharing sexual encounters from the past. I took an oath to remain silent about something I was aching to share with her. "It's not easy to share my secret," I eventually replied. "I've never seen you so nervous," she said softly as she took my hand. I smiled softly and held her hand so gently, "I swore I wouldn't tell anyone," I said as I looked away from her. I could feel her anticipation. For a moment, I felt as if she were my counselor attempting to extract more information. Even the way she massaged my hand felt encouraging. I released her hand, "next time, okay?" I said as I stroked her leg. "Now you have me so curiously aroused," she replied. "Next time," I repeated. "Wanna fool around?" I asked. She smiled so graciously, "I'd love to," she replied, then she leaned over and kissed me.

Fueled by the unknown she immediately began unbuttoning her blouse. "Damn you have me so curious," she said as I too began to remove my clothes. We laid face to face together on the sofa, naked. I stroked her face as our legs entangled themselves together. Angela is married yet secretly bisexual. Making love to a married woman is beyond exciting.

Our breasts were pressed against each other, our breath, warming each others faces, it's always so captivating. I deep kissed her while stroking her body. Just sliding my hand up her legs was so gratifying. I paused to squeeze her inner thigh in my hand, it was so erotic. Her gasping breath filled my mouth as we continued to make out like a couple of teenagers on a date.

We took turns sucking each others tits. Angela and I spent an hour locked in a side-by-side sixty-nine on the sofa. We jumped every time that thunder exploded, while the sound of rain tapped on the windows. We nestled ourselves deep as we ravished each other without mercy. Feeling her soft thighs pressed against my ears was divine. I savored every drop she could produce as we dined on each others need for pleasure.

She emailed me the following morning, "you're the best," she wrote. My desire to bring her into the fold was untenable. It was all I could think about. She claimed to be open-minded yet my secret might be too much to bear.

The following week I sent her an email, 'are you free on Sunday afternoon?" I wrote. "Are you ready to talk?" she replied. I knew it was time.

I nervously paced the room that afternoon prior to her arrival. The oath I swore to uphold was about to be shattered. Although nervous, I couldn't ignore my hardened nipples as I prepared to violate the rules I promised to obey. My heart began pounding when she pulled into the driveway. "Relax," I said to myself as I watched her stroll up to the front door.

Her expression was riddled with curiosity when she entered the house. Greeting her with a kiss was exciting, and to a married woman! "I love you," she said as we hugged each other so affectionately, "and I love this robe you're wearing too," she added as she felt me up. "I have one for you too," I said as I pointed to it. "MMM," she uttered.

I sat on the sofa and gazed while she stripped down and slid on that robe. "Damn you're fine," I whispered. She didn't sit on the sofa, she posed. Angela is very alluring. Not only was her body sizzling hot, but her candor also gave me goosebumps as she lounged beside me. I giggled softly as I offered her a strong edible, "care to join me?" I asked as I chewed mine in front of her. "Oh yes," she replied as she swallowed hers so quickly.

I poured us a glass of white wine as well. The vibe was sensational as we chatted about past sexual encounters. I stalled long enough for the edibles to provide the courage I needed to discuss my secret. At some point, she purposely bent her leg knowing her robe would slip, revealing those trophy legs. She was taunting me and she knew it.

It wasn't long till our heads were spinning from the effects of the edibles. Our conversation became even more alluring as well. I was in the midst of a story when she interjected, "are you willing to share your secret?" she asked.

I paused,... and took a sip of wine. My pulse was crazy. A surge from that edible raced through my mind and body, raising my arousal level so quickly. I gazed into her eyes with a sense of anxiety. "What has you so shaken up?" she asked. "I hope this doesn't upset you," I replied as I adjusted the top of my robe. "Tell me," she said so softly.

I paused again,... "Ummm,...........during the isolation of the pandemic,....... I embarked upon something, ....unspoken," I said so cautiously. "What do you mean, unspoken?" she asked so gently. I exhaled greatly out of concern, yet I couldn't retreat. I hid my face with my hand and fluffed my robe, releasing the heat. "I don't know how to say this," I said with a sense of shame. The silence was overwhelming. "Just tell me," she whispered. "I had no other options at the time," I said softly, as I stared at the family portrait on the mantle. I then looked at her hoping she would figure it out on her own. "I had no other options," I repeated.

I could see her mind working in overdrive as she attempted to decipher the clue. A few seconds later her eyes popped wide then she gulped so hard. "Are we talking about your son Michael?" she asked so anxiously. I just stared at the floor and didn't reply. "Oh Jesus," she said as she repositioned herself, "are we talking about Michael?" she asked again. I silently looked into her eyes and nodded my head, "yes."

A singular gasp escaped Angelas mouth as she fluffed her robe as well. She pretended to recover yet her breathing continued to soar. I didn't know how she was going to react at all. I looked away as she took it all in. "How did it happen?" she asked as she crossed her legs so hastily. "I,...I seduced him over a period of a couple months," I whispered nervously in return. "Oh wow," she said as she became very restless. "Are you okay?" I asked. She just gasped and fidgeted with her robe. Knowing it was a lot to consume I didn't speak until spoken to.

I saw her stare at the family portrait on the mantle with great wonder. "How did you seduce him?" she asked, as she lit a cigarette. I continued to stare at the floor, "I knew his weakness," I replied as I crossed my legs. "OH my," Angela replied as she stared at me so intensely. "What is his weakness?" she asked. I paused before speaking,..."Michael has a thing for his mothers legs," I said softly. "Oh my god," Angela replied, "Oh my," she added as she took a drag on her cigarette.

She was frazzled yet she was aching for more information, it was in her eyes. "Tell me about it," she said. I confessed that I was so overwhelmed by the isolation, and that I lost my sense of judgement. Hearing me say that rattled her immensely. "Ummm,... one day Michael was laying on the floor watching Moto-cross," I said. "I ummm,...put on a dress and some heels and pretended I forgot he was laying there," I said. "What do you mean?" she asked. I sat close, very close, close enough to smell my legs," I said softly. "Oh my god," she replied. "I intentionally blocked his view of the TV," I added. "Oh, wow Carrie," she said, as she took a large sip of her wine. She paused be speaking, "how long did you sit there?" she asked. "Twenty-minutes," I replied, "until he broke," I added. She gasped hard, "what did he do?" she asked. I told her that he rose to his feet, stared down at my legs, "Geesh mom," then walked out of the room. She paused to take it all in, "did it turn you on?" she asked. I raised my head and looked at her, "it did, yes," I replied.

I felt like I was on trial as I continued to defend my case. "I began testing his intentions, as well as my own," I said to her. "How so?" she asked. I gazed at Angelas legs as I continued. "I proceeded very cautiously out of fear he would retreat if I moved too quickly" I said to her. "And,..." she replied. "Over a period of about three weeks,... my skirts grew shorter and I wore some shorts no mother would wear in front of her son," I said so hesitantly. "Holy mackerel," she said. "Was he,...looking?" she asked. I silently shook my head, "yes."

I no longer feared her reaction. She seemed intrigued by the news of our affair. Her body language inspired me to forge onward. "What did you do next?" she asked. "I ummm,... I gave him the opportunity to look up my dress," I said with a touch of shame. "How so?" she asked. "He was laying on the floor playing a video game," I replied. I told her I pretended to sort his laundry as I stood over him. She re-adjusted her seating, "how long did you stand over him?" she asked. "Eight minutes?" I replied.

Angelas eyes darted all over the room as she attempted to digest the details. "How old was he?" she asked, "Not old enough," I replied. "He was a freshman," I said to her. Now, she knew exactly how old he was at the time I began seducing him. Her breathing began to accelerate once again. She looked away, "are you still,...?" she asked. "I promised myself I would stop after the restrictions lifted,... yet I haven't," I replied. "It's none of my business but,...how often does it happen?" she asked so delicately. "Maybe eight, ten times a week," replied. "It just,...happened," I said as a way to excuse my actions.

She stared at the ceiling attempting to control her reaction. "Does this turn you on???" I asked. Instead of responding, she pulled her robe to the side and displayed her stiff nipples. She grew lost in her thoughts as she wrestled to regain herself. "I'm assuming Keith doesn't know?" she asked. "Of course not," I replied.

She was melting into the sofa now, her legs on full display. Her acceptance soothed my nervousness. "How bad do you want me?" I asked with a guilty smile. "Oh Carrie," she said as she adjusted herself, "really bad," she said as she opened her robe so slowly. I gazed at her naked body, "let's do this," I said to her as I opened mine as well.

As Angela ate me on the sofa, I knew she was picturing Michael,... eating me on the sofa. As she rimmed my ass, I knew she was picturing Michael doing the same. I recognized her heated tempo fueled by the knowledge before her. She ravished me. I ravished her in return. She was on fire. The look she gave me before she left sent chills up my spine. What I feared to disclose became something to exploit in my favor. I even began taunting her with text messages the following week. Angelas visits became more frequent. She became a front row student when I disclosed more details about our secret affair. It dominated our conversations.

I suspected she had a huge desire to see it, yet she lacked the courage to inquire. A few months later I texted her out of the blue, "I have to ask you something," I wrote, "...would you like to watch?" I asked. "Carrie,... name the time and place," she texted back. I can't imagine what she must have thought when given that opportunity. I'm willing to bet she masturbated immediately, betcha'.

During her next visit I hung a curtain over the doorway to my walk-in closet, and showed it to her, "he won't know you're there," I said to her. She shivered with anticipation.

Two weeks later she was parked behind that curtain, as she sat on a stool. I lured Michael to the bedroom as soon as he came home from school. I trembled watching Michael tear off his clothes so eagerly. His throbbing 7.5" was pointing north and primed for something forbidden. I just knew Angela was squirming wildly as I removed my dress so voluntarily.

"How was school?" I asked. Witnessing our interaction must have tickled her senses, our conversation was normal, yet what we were about to do, was anything but that.

I rested myself at the foot of the bed and waited. Michael darted over and dropped to his knees in front of me. Behind him, I saw the wide-eyed face of our secret admirer as she peeked through the curtain. I panted the entire time he ate me. I could barely focus knowing Angela was watching. I purposely held the back of Michaels head so she could get a proper view without being detected. Her slanted eyes were scorching hot as she gazed in disbelief.

Hearing Michael moan so loudly must have stirred her juices indeed. I could see a six-inch gap in the curtain as he took me missionary on the bed, as she viewed from behind. Watching Michael grind me out must have sent her into oblivion. Hearing my sighs of approval must have shaken her to the core. As Michaels tempo increased it was impossible to ignore the slapping sounds of wanting flesh as he thrashed my aging bones. "Jesus Michael!" I cried,...every time I had an orgasm. We carried on for around thirty minutes until he shot his load deep inside his squealing mother. Once it was over, I couldn't stop grinning.

I quickly ushered him to the shower so Angela could escape without detection. She throttled me with a deep kiss before scrambling for the door. She was completely frazzled. She called me that evening to discuss her thoughts.

Overwhelmed would be an understatement, she was fascinated! Her excited tempo during our phone call left me breathless. I was so grateful she understood our desire for one another given the forbidden nature of it all.

Cloaked in secrecy, I was unable to invite her to join us although mentioned several times. I'm certain I wasn't the only mother who crossed that line due to the lack of options during the isolation of Covid.

My desire to share it with someone was hard to resist. Having violated the rule of secrecy I suspect Michael shared it with his best friend as well. Angela and I still secretly share an intimate relationship on the side, and relish in each others need for pleasure.

Perhaps that secret was meant to be shared after all. /Carrie