What we can say for sure is that any relationship is not immune from falling apart. The main thing is that it should happen in the most painless way, I think. So I tried to avoid emotional outbursts and forbade myself to be offended. After all, he is still young and strong, he still has everything ahead of him, and I knew deep down in my heart that this is how it should end. 

My son, with whom we had an intimate relationship, told me that he wanted to end the relationship with me. That it was hard for him not to be understood among his friends, that he needed to find an ordinary beautiful girl and start a family... 

I understood him, I understood that our relationship could not develop in the traditional sense and had long since peaked. We agreed to remain just mother and son. When I cried, he kissed me deeply for the last time, and while his face flooded with my tears, our tongues danced the last forbidden dance.

He moved to another house, and we went on with our lives. He met a beautiful girl, he even introduced me to her. She is smart and sexy, she comes from a good family. I can imagine with joy what beautiful children they will have. 

That was all 18 months ago. Last week my son came to visit me while his girlfriend was abroad with her family. We drank some whiskey, listened to music, and talked about the past and the future. Needless to say, I ended up on the floor on all fours, my clothes crumpled up lying all over the room, my pantyhose ripped in my groin, and my boy's tongue licking my asshole.  

Later he confessed to me that he had never cum so hard, at the moment of the first penetration into my pussy in a long time. He cried out, "Mom, I love you. I adore you, I want to fuck you forever!" And tears of happiness rolled in my eyes, because he was the only person with whom we matched in love, in passion, in perversity. 

We had a long, sweaty, bright night. And we were so tired that we slept through most of the next day to face the evening again, just like in the old days, naked and lustful. 

 So I became a mother-mistress, with whom my son continued to cheat on his future wife. I know it's very wrong, but it feels so good...