I'm having a busy morning and this recently happened but it was so exciting to me. It was early in the morning and my husband and daughter were still asleep. My husband is a very deep sleeper and he sleeps in one of those sleep apnea machines so when is our he is out. I mention this because people wonder if I wake my husband if I slip in and out of bed. Or the time when I jerked my son off into my mouth in my room while my husband was sleeping. He is fully okay with what we do and if he did wake up he'd probably just give us privacy. He's seen us in the act in passing before but voyeurism isn't our thing.

Anyway, I was in the kitchen just in a robe and panties. I was making steel cut oats and coffee and I hear my son walk in. I can who everyone is just on footsteps so knowing everyone was asleep and we were alone... It did excite me. It kind of takes me back to being young and not knowing where something could go. I was just leaning on a counter and he walked in and looked at me. We talked about menial things. Important to us but not important to this post.

We were talking and he was building up the courage to get closer and closer to men. I could see his eyes on my legs and chest. Eventually he leaned on the counter next to me and I took his hand. We talked more. Then we were kissing. A lot of times it happens like this now where he will start out shy but once he makes skin to skin contact with me he is on me. He was against me and I was straddling him. We kissed and I was looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming down. Luckily I would be able to hear anyone coming down the stairs.

My heart was pounding and as adventurous as I can be. I can get overwhelmed too. He had my robe opened and his hands were on my breasts. I was like, "Wait wait wait, baby, wait." So he just put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I just leaned into his chest and just breathed him in. I could hear his heartbeat. This may be an odd relation and I don't mean it in a sexual way. This was more the non sexual mother son part of our relationship. It reminded me of when I was carrying him before he was born and I heard his heart beat for the first time. That happiness you get. That feeling of "this is all mine and part of me." He is his own person but he's mine. Again. Nothing sexual or anything happened before he was 18

I kissed his chin and his neck and went behind him. I started to jerk him off through his shorts and he eventually took those off. My heart was resting on his back and I was leaning into him. He was leaning forward and I was just rubbing him off. We would usually use a lubricant but I was just periodically spitting on or licking my hand and rubbing him. I knew he was getting close so I kind of walked him to the sink and he let it go in there. In the moment it was hot but the cleanup was kind of embarrassing and gross. Cum all over the sink and the dishes and pots and pans we use. We quickly washed them all or rinsed and loaded them in the dishwasher. But seeing the mess we made after was like wow this really happened.

But it was still so damn thrilling