My son Andrew is a Momma's boy. I made him that way. I spoiled him since he was little. I babied him to keep him close. I rarely punished him. I made his father do all of that. It was part of my strategy. Andrew loved me unconditionally, more so than normal sons love their mothers. I took care of him. In every way he needed.

When he got a bit older I kept a close eye on him to see when he would touch himself. I'd spy on him through the crack in the door that I made sure was there. I'd walk in on him several times a week. At first he was upset that he didn't have any privacy. That is, until I felt he was old enough. He was jerking off into a pair of my panties that I "accidentilly" left in his room. I walked straight in and before he could begin to come up with an excuse, I grabbed his cock and stuffed the panties into his mouth. I stroked my son to orgasm then kissed his forehead and left. Our showers took a different turn as well. He was in his mid teens and had been taking showers with his mom his whole life. After I jerked him off though, I turned into the best mom a boy could ever dream of. I treated him like a king! He thought I was his personal plaything but really, it was the other way around. I made him for this reason.

I left his father when he turned 18. We were having regular sex and his dad was just getting in the way. He served his purpose in our son's life and now we had no need for him. Andrew moved into my bedroom and now takes care of my every need. He's my little man and my lover. I created him. I should be able to enjoy him.