I stood in the kitchen doorway, looking out the window as the setting sun was casting long shadows over the yard. It had been ten years since my husband, mark, passed away, and life had finally settled after the initial shaking, eventually becoming boring. my son had been my rock during those difficult first few months, his presence a constant source of comfort. But then, my desires for a real man, along with you, entered my life.

You were everything mark had not been: strong, assertive, and full of raw, unfiltered energy. You were twenty years younger than me, with a youthful charm that drew me in. From the moment we met, you had made it clear that you were in charge, not like my feminist husband, who'd almost have let myself be taken by a man like you just to please me. and i found herself virulently drawn to your manly nature. You made me feel young and in my place,something i hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

My son, the protector, was immediately wary of you. He noticed how you spoke to me, often with a condescending and cocky tone, as if you were aware I wouldn't run off if you did the bare minimum, and how you took control of every situation I was involved in. He tried to talk to me, to warn his slowly fading loving mother, but I was resolute in my choice to become your milfy piece of meat. I was tired of being pitied, tired of being seen as the grieving widow. With you, i felt like in an adventure, taking a break from the monotony of my previous, sheltered life.

A few weeks in, the tension between you and my reached its peak. He had come home to find you berating me over a dishwasher issue. Furious, he confronted you. "You can't talk to my mom like that!" You replied, with confidence that he'd get kicked out for acting up : "Stay out of this, bro, I'm just having fun with your mom." My son turned to me, with puppy eyes. "Mom, you don't have to put up with this ! Please just turn back to the woman that raised me. He's walking all over you !" I didn't feel an ounce of doubt, and I quickly pushed you aside. I was tired of being the old hag that her son needed to protect. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm happy with him. You need to accept that. You're a man now and you can't be in love with your mom forever." His face turned white in a second, only showing hurt and anger. "If you choose him over me, then I can't stay here. I won't watch you be treated like this." My resolve had hardened. I loved my son, but I loved your fat cock better. "Then maybe it's best if you go," I said loudly, your presence making me confident.

My son packed his things that night and left, maybe temporarily. For the weeks to come, I would enjoy the thrill of the relationship only to be disillusioned by the abuse, but without my son, I was trapped.

Hello everyone and thanks for reading!

I'm looking to play this out long term, but not something slow burn. I need to have a rough fucking from the get go.

I'm open to you playing either my son, or playing as my new boyfriend, whether my son eventually wins me back or gets cucked.

Kinks and limits are mostly about limits, them being scat, but besides I'm open to any kink you have.

Please add some interesting kinks you'd wanna see in your intro.