My son heard me when things got a little too wild

I am just a 43 years old divorced mom. Naturally, after the divorce, I had an insatiable craving for sex, after all, a nearly 20 years relationship with my ex where not much happened leaves you with a whole new kind of zest of life.

The divorce itself was a painful and awful experience, but I tried to stay focused on my son Jack, who is now 19 and has just started university. With him mostly away at classes and me mostly at home or at work, I began trying to rediscover my own identity and confront my emotional, physical, and, above all, sexual needs, which had been ignored for too long due to the circumstances (let’s call it marriage).

After divorcing my ex, I realized that I hadn’t actually lived a full sexual life. The sex was monotonous, on demand and happening when we had the time, not the desire. I’ve always had a higher sexual appetite, but during the marriage, that appetite wasn’t fully satisfied, perhaps only in the early years before Jack came along.

Now that I’m free, I’m trying to satisfy that desire for more sex. Usually, I keep pretty much everything I do in this regard discreet, without Jack knowing about it. I either masturbate in the bathroom or in the evening after he falls asleep in his room, or I hook up with guys I find online, but only when he’s not home. Since Jack is either at friends' places or attending university classes, everything has been fine so far. He still sees me as a single mother, and that’s okay.

But one evening, a few weeks ago, things got crazy. Totally unpredictable. I thought Paul was at his father’s place, as was usually the case on weekends. I seize the opportunity and invite a guy I’ve known for a while over for a glass of wine. Obviously he came over, we drank a bit more wine than necessary and suddenly I felt him undressing me with his eyes. The sexual tension in the room was rising. After a bit more small talk, I couldn’t hold back anymore and we let ourselves get carried away by the moment and started making love, very passionately. I enjoy being submissive, and this time I wanted to explore this side of myself further, since in the past I didn’t really have anyone to do with. As he kissed my breasts and bit my nipples, with a finger already inside my pussy, which was dripping wet, I asked him, between moans of pleasure, to pull my hair while he slid in another finger. No sooner said than done. The combination of pain and pleasure is something extraordinary. I ask him to finger me harder, and he complies. I can feel he can’t wait to fuck me, as his erect dick is already prodding my thigh. Without any further warning, I quickly pulled his cock out of his tight jeans and shoved it straight into the pussy that could no longer wait. I tell him to keep pulling hair, and he complies.

He fucks me in this position for about ten minutes like a bull that hasn’t mated in months. In the heat of passion, between moans, I tell him: ”Do whatever you want with me. Make me your whore!”

He doesn’t wait for further instructions, instead he grabs me, bends me over, and starts pounding my pussy as if his life depended on it. While he’s taking me from behind, he starts smacking my ass, and I moan and scream with pleasure.
”Yes! Fuck me! Don't stop! Please, fuck me! Oh God, you have such a great dick! Fuck me!”

The whole thing lasted about 30 minutes, during which I screamed, yelled and panted. In the end, he filled my pussy with cum while we both screamed with pleasure. It was extraordinary.

After it was all over, I walked out of the bedroom completely naked thinking Jack wasn’t home. I walked my boyfriend to the door and set him on his way, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. The moment the door closed behind him, I heard movement in Jack’s bedroom. I froze. I knew Jack wasn’t home. Apparently, I was wrong.

I try to make a quick dash to the bedroom to throw something on, but I don’t make it, because Jack steps out of the other bedroom, looking slightly awkward. I try to cover myself up completely (though I don’t quite manage it) and start apologizing. Jack, however, calmly tells me, ”It’s ok, mom. It’s normal. It doesn’t bother me.”

I was perplexed. I actually didn’t know what to say. Jack had just heard me as a stranger was screwing me about how I was in the best porn production and the guy had taken way too much honey for his manhood. On the other hand, I was relieved because now I think he understood why I ended up breaking up with his father and especially how it should feel when you make a woman happy.

I haven’t had sex at home with anyone since then, and we’re all better off that way.