He was right. My husband was an asshole! He didn't treat me the way I deserved, but this man did, but this man... was my son!

My husband was a cheating scumbag that I stayed with for way too long. My son, Ryan, helped me leave him. It was the single hardest thing I've ever had to go through. Ryan and I left our lives behind in our town and moved as far away from him as we could. I needed to start fresh, but I eventually needed something more.

Ryan was in his early 20s and was becoming a very attractive man. Helping me through all this hardship only made me more attracted to him. He was my rock, he was my only friend. Nobody knew us here, maybe we could have more?

I let him catch me nude a couple of times and am glad to say that he took more than a quick peek. After a few days of our little game I was sure he felt the same way about me. I decided to go for it. I waited until he was asleep then I snuck into his bedroom. He was naked and barely had the blanket covering him. I got a great look at his cock. I wanted it so badly. I dropped my pants to the floor and slowly climbed into his bed. I brought my lips to his member and kissed him softly. Then a few more times. Then I parted my mouth and felt him slide across the inside of my cheek. He was growing now so I gently massaged him with my mouth. Once he was fully hard, I was ready. He was still asleep so I positioned myself over him and slid down his entire length! His eyes popped right open! He starred back at me with the same passion I had for him. I rode him slowly with each penetration becoming more pronounced. After a few minutes I was bouncing on my son's cock. He kept on telling me how much he loved me and wanted this for so long. It only made me wetter. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together as he brought me to orgasm again and again. When he was ready to cum I pressed my hands into his chest, pinning him down and I rode him harder and faster until he filled me up. We were starting a new life now.