I’m sitting at the breakfast table with my son, trying to enjoy the morning. My husband is leaving on another business trip today for who knows how long. I try to get my attention to say, but he practically gives me the cold shoulder again as he is walking out the door. Well, at least the good news is that my son and I get to spend some time together. It’s been a while since I’ve felt seen. I tell my son that I certainly look forward to having a cuddle partner at night again. Let’s spend the next few days together having fun. In fact, let’s make the most of it to make up for his father being gone. We should get dressed up, get some dinner, and spend a night out on the town. The next couple of days with my son are almost magical. Spending so much time with him reminds me of what a great son he has always been. Another night out, and I don’t want this one to end. Dance with me? He looks so handsome in that tie. His big, strong arms around me make me feel so close to him in so many ways. For the first time in a long time I feel seen, and my son makes me feel so special. Overcome by the moment and following my feelings while we are dancing, I lean in for a deep and passionate kiss. I slowly realize what I am doing, and that my son is not resisting at all. He is surprisingly leaning into it as much as I am. I tell myself that no, we shouldn’t… we can’t go any further than this! But the feelings that have come up so strongly over the past couple of days are too hard to ignore. My son has already made me feels things that his father never has. I know I shouldn’t, but I am going to show my son just how close we have become. I take him by the tie and pull him in closer to me. Undressing in front of my son in front of the fireplace is exhilarating. From the enormous bulge in his pants, I can see how exhilarating it is for him too. As I uncover his huge cock from his pants, I can barely comprehend what is about to happen for the first time. Now with each passing day, we become more and more intimate. Some things are becoming crystal clear. I don’t want my husband to come home. I don’t want things to back to the way they were. I don’t know how we’re going to hide this though. Is it wrong that I want to risk it? I don’t care who finds out. I want to be with my son.
