Exploring Deep Secrets in Relationships

Part 2 Deep hidden secrets. I said of course I do, and I probably shouldn't say this. I do my have my toy's still and I manage to get by. James looked at me, really Mom, you trying to tell me it's the same thing? You don't miss the feeling of a real man inside you? I blushed, I couldn't believe were having this conversation. No my toy's aren't anything like the real thing. Nothing is. Of course I miss it having inside me, to honest anywhere inside me. Your father used to enjoy using my holes and I enjoyed his mouth and tongue very much in them too. We had a good, active sex life and enjoyed each other very much. See that was only one our problems, Janet wasn't like that. When we did have sex, which wasn't very often, she was almost like doll. I mean straight missionary style, nothing else, and to honest, not that good. I'm sorry son, a man deserves better than that, so does she. It should be pleasurable for both of them. Free and open, both of them enjoying each other. That's what makes it beautiful and forgive me for saying so, but Hot 🔥. Now you asked me all these questions, can I ask you something? He said sure, I'm not sure if you'll like the answers, but go ahead. I said I found a pair of my panties in the laundry hamper, and they were sticky. I know men have needs, so why did you jack off in them instead of just doing it in the shower? I mean don't mind, was you still thinking about Janet, did you used do it in her panties? His face turned Red this time. First off, I didn't think you would notice, I'm sorry. I jacked off a lot when we married, mostly the way I could get off. I usually done it in bathroom and never in her panties, she would have been even more frigid if that was possible. No I used your panties because I was thinking about you 👿. My eyes got wide open, I started shivering , I sat there for a few seconds, WHAT 😮. What Are you talking about? I'm taking about what I've been thinking about even before I met Janet Mom. I've always loved you, more than just a like a son. I mean like a man love's a woman. Maybe that's why I couldn't make it work between me and her. When we did have sex I was imagining it was me and you, but I knew you would be much better than her. You haven't been with another man since Dad passed away. Why not me. I mean I love you, and you said yourself you miss being with a man. I looked at, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING 😮. My God I'm your mother!! Exactly, what could be more beautiful, the true feeling between us. Do I beg you, I will if you want, if that's what it takes to be with you. Do you want me to come out and say it, fine. Mom I want to FUCK you, not just once, but be the man of the house, share your bed, we please and enjoy enjoy each other. No one else has know but us. My mind was racing, I was hot all over, trembling. I told him between the drink's and the conversation it was a lot to take in all at once . I was going to bed. He looked dejected, but said okay and kissed me good night. When I got bed, I buried my vibrator in pussy and thought everything we talked about. I couldn't believe I was thinking about it. I did miss having sex, feeling a man inside me. Knowing that I was pleasing him and he was pleasing me. But what he was thinking about was taboo😩. If anyone found out the scandal would ruin us both. He said he loved me, down deep in the repressed memories I could remember having much deeper feelings for him too, even though I spoke of them. Could this possibly be happening? After a few hours I still hadn't fallen asleep, I decided to get up and get something drink from the kitchen. I usually slept naked, so I slipped my robe on. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of tea. I was sitting at the counter drinking it and James walked in. He said I guess we both were thirsty, couldn't sleep. I swallowed hard and sat my glass down, there he stood in his thong underwear 😲. Part 3.