Reading responses and giving much thoughts to mom having sex with son has left me feeling like such a bad nasty girl and not MOM. I now accept I may be it wrong but I do own the attraction to my son. I released the fear of rejection. I no longer want to be imprisoned and miss out on an opportunity of a life time. So right before bed last night I changed into a brand new never worn one piece lacy thin red see-through nightie. Then I wore my usual robe over it so not to appear as a stripper. However, as usual, I left the robe open. I yerned for my sons eyes to roam and admire me. And as usual, he was watching tv as I moved about to get the morning coffee ready and anything else I could think of to move about while trying to give him some oops peeks. My sons eyes were glued and piercing my body as he so tried not to stare. I had his attention so much that he was biting his twitching lips. It sent a jolt through me as I hotly moved to him. Now looking straight into his eyes, I leaned in and said good night followed by a soft moist kiss on his inviting lips. It turned out as a sex kiss that only further fueled my raging hormones. Without thinking I firvidly whispered a soft, "your missed shave looks great" into my own sons ear, leaving it with the tip of my tongue gently feeling the inner ear. As we seperated, my eyes moved to inspect his bulge. My hand quickly touched my pussy and confirmed my nighty was soaked. To not draw attention, I moved to gaze with half opened eyes into his eyes. It was though my son was in a trance, but mom too, so I softly said, "I love you", slowly standing, turning, and breathlessly drifting towards my bedroom knowing my son would be chasing me. But he didn't move and I was too hot think about anything other indulging in sexual pleasures. I now felt saved from the pent up love shyness I had created. My son could not help but hear my moans. Was he watching mom through the opened door? The notion set my rythm just right to be fucking my son. We were unprotected and mating so my son could relieve his tensions and shoot wad after wad inside moms pussy. I am confident this will happen. No longer am I willing to wait forever, but at the same time now I feel I am in the drivers seat, I need to slow down and edge a bit with this new hunger to tease my son more before our ultimate pleasing. I love this feel-good I am having about my son, so I plan to build just enough tension that my son gets so impassioned and almost begging that he rips teasing moms shirt off, pulls my panties down just enough to franticly force his stiff fat penis inside my hungry pussy. He goes deeper and deeper, pounding and pounding as our bodies grind against one anothers until my son is out of control and I feel his cock pulsing, twitching, and ejaculating sticky, slippery, wet sperm deep inside me. The excitement of having unprotected intercourse with my virgin son until he climaxed and inseminated mom gave me yet another orgasm. Just knowing I have my sons sperm inside me is gratifying.