Sex Life of A **************

For the past several months, my son and I had been engaged in a relationship described as taboo, immoral and wicked by the rest of the world. For the two of us, it was the exact opposite; it was something beautiful and natural that had originated from my horrible selection of men and sheer loneliness.
We aren’t affecting anyone, we are simply a ************** living our life to the fullest, albeit behind closed doors. To ensure that our secret remained private, we have strict rules that included not documenting our relationship via messaging, video or any other way.

In our hometown, there wasn't a single person who could suspect anything abnormal was happening between us. We were very cautious when going out, to the extent that we were somewhat cold with each other in public, locally.
However, I especially loved it when my son and I were able to get away. Now and then he and I were able to go out of town for a weekend, where no one knew us. We would often hold hands and kiss out in public. I really enjoyed the looks people gave us thinking that I’m some middle-aged woman who was having a fling with a younger man who was half her age. But they never would have imagined that the young man I was with was my own son, of all people. Also, just the fact that it's my own son, it greatly intensifies the lust that I’ve experienced. That is the thrill of the whole thing - the taboo.

I have begun writing some ********** stories concerning myself and my son. I hope you enjoy them.