My Curious Son, and the Biggest Mistake of My Life


My name is Sophie. I'm a 35 year old single mother with two wonderful c***dren. I have a beautiful 19 year old daughter and an adorable 16 year old son. Their names are Sam and Ben. My c***dren are my world… I love them more than any possible combination of words could hope to describe. I've always tried to be the best mother I could be given the circumstances, no matter how poor they may be. Life has never been easy on me, but I try my best each and every day. I've made a lot of mistakes, but I always seem to find a way to turn a seemingly bad situation into something positive… I'm afraid I may have made the biggest mistake of all. It's not something I can shrug off like the rest of them. I've gotten myself into a very bad place and for the first time in my life I can honestly say I don't know what to do. I want to scream at the top of my lungs “HELP ME!!!” but I know I can't tell anyone the truth. I'm so ashamed of what I've done to myself, and most importantly my f****y. It physically makes me sick to my stomach! At this point I have no one else to turn to… This is my last resort, my pathetic whimper for help. If my story can prevent even one person from following in my footsteps I'll have done something good. The following events are unfortunately very real. I wish more than anything this was just some sick fantasy. I'm going to be 100% truthful, no matter how sick you may think it is… This is my story.


I grew up in a small town just outside of Boston, the youngest of three daughters. I had what most would call a picture perfect f****y. My mother was a stay at home mom and my father worked as an eletrician and all around handyman. I had a f****y who loved and supported me my whole life, no matter the situation. I couldn't ask for anything better. I studied hard and excelled in school for the most part, getting close to straight A's during my earlier schooling. I had a great life with a bright future ahead of me, but I threw it all away on my silly naivety and a boy I thought I loved.

In highschool I met what I thought was my soul mate. I was a freshman and he was a senior. We dated for a year… I fell head over heels in love with him… but what did I know about love? At the time he was everything I could possibly hope for in a man. I saw a future with him… a f****y. It sounds so stupid looking back on it, but that's how I felt… A year later I became pregnant with my daughter at the young age of 16. Luckily I had a loving f****y at home to support me, but it was devastating to my school and social life. Ultimately I was f***ed to drop out of school. My boyfriend never really stepped up to the plate. We saw each other off and on for years, leading to the birth of my son when I was 19. As the years passed it became more and more apparent the father of my c***dren simply didn't care about me or our c***dren. I stopped trying to keep us together and he just faded away. I haven't seen or heard from him in over 10 years.

Being a single mother has been tough. The hardest part was not having a man in my life. I tried dating but being a mother made it difficult to find and keep a man interested. Eventually my loneliness led to me feeling unwanted, used, and inadequate. I started to developing some unhealthy sexual behavior. I'd have men over for one night stands weekly and masturbated almost non stop. My sexual appetite grew into something I'd never experienced before. This is where my troubles began.

The Story

Like I said before, I frequently had men over for one night stands. I gave up on the idea of “falling in love” and settled for sex. It was always easy to get, and there was lots of it. At first I was warry of my c***dren and what they thought. I would make sure they were asl**p before I had any men over and made sure we were always quiet so no one could hear us. Over time I got more and more reckless. My c***dren eventually got an idea of what exactly was going on in the house. Ultimately it became routine and normal, and no one really questioned it. My daughter didn't like that I had so many men over but wasn't very vocal about it. My son never said a word.

One night I had one of my fuck buddies over for some wine and a quickie. Nothing really out of the usual, we drank, fucked, and fucked some more. The sex was always amazing with him. He had a 7 inch cock that shot upwards about halfway down the shaft. He could stay hard for hours… he'd fuck me all night if I let him. We got pretty d***k and loud that night, I'd be surprised if the neighbours didn't hear us. Throughout the night I saw something in the corner of my eye… My son was watching us through the crack in my door. At the time I was d***k and didn't know what to think… but to be honest it kind of turned me on to know my son was watching. I don't know why, but I decided to put on a show for him.

I go up off the bed, stood up, and pointed my ass to the door. I slowly bent over, reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart. My bare pussy and ass were all his to see and enjoy. I held this position while ever so slightly swaying my hips back and forth, taunting him. I slowly raised my right hand and smacked my ass as I letout a seductive little whimper. “Get over here and give me that cock”, I said. My fuck buddy quickly got up and put his cock infront of my face. It was rock hard and pulsating… the smell alone made my pussy drip with anticipation. I spat on it, looked up at him, and ordered “Be a good boy and make me gag!” He grabbed the back of by head and shoved all 7 inches down my throat. I was so caught up in the moment that I'd forgotten just how big he was. My eyes watered as I chocked on his magnificent dick, saliva running out of my mouth on onto my chest. When he pulled out I was gasping for air and begging for more. “You know just how to treat your little whore” I muttered as he shoved his cock in and out of my throat. I had never been more turned on in my life.

For the next 20 minutes my son watched me get my face fucked. I looked back at that door every few minutes to see if he was still there. He hadn't moved. He was completely in awe. As my partner came to climax I opened up and took his load in my mouth. I turned around to face the door, making sure my son could see everything. I slowly let his hot cum flow out of my mouth, over my bare breasts, and onto the floor. I moaned with satisfaction as I rubbed his cum over my body. I stare straight at the crack in the door and say “Wouldn't want to waste any of that delicious cum, now would we?” I slowly bent over, get on all fours, and stick my ass up in the air. As I run my tounge across the cum stained floor I let out a long seductive moan of pure satisfation. I swallowed every last drop of cum and never once looked away from that door.

Satisfied with myself, I got up and turned around to check on my partner. He's passed out on the bed fast asl**p. I crawled into bed, threw the sheets over me, and quickly fell asl**p. I had dreams of my son watching me all night. In the morning I woke up and immediately regret what I had done, but couldn't ignore the fact that it turned me, however wrong it was. If only I knew what this lapse in judgement was going to lead to I would've ended it right there….

Part 2 coming in a few days, depending on my schedule.