I [37F] had a small party with some friends and family for my son’s 21st. He’s having a big weekend out with his friends so I was getting in early with the family. We had some drinks, singing, dancing and cake, all the normal party stuff. People started to disperse around 9 and by 10 it was just me, my son, my sister and her daughter still at the party. We kept having drinks and just chatting, everyone was having a good time and it was nice now that our eldest kids are both old enough to drink to just share in adult conversation together like grown ups. It’s a nice feeling. Eventually my niece feels like she’s going to throw up and my sister decides to take her home.
While we’re saying our goodbyes my son is texting non-stop, and had been for the past half hour. I sneak a glance at his phone while he’s getting one last drink and wouldn’t you know it? He’s getting nude pics from his girlfriend and “wish you were here” messages. I decided to be embarassing and told him he should invite her over so they can get it on and he goes bright red. We laugh about it and he tells me there’s no way they’re going to have sex while I’m drunk, I might burst in on them and be a nightmare. I said he was just scared he wouldn’t be able to get it up when he’s this wasted. He very quickly gets offended and whips out the top half of his dick over his pants right there in the kitchen and I nearly die of shock. Honestly I hadn’t seen him naked since he was a teenager and it is a little odd to see him now as a man. Aaaaand it’s not just odd, it’s pretty hot, at least while drunk.
I don’t know what the hell came over me but I started taunting him that it wasn’t really hard he was just holding it up with the waistband. A bit more taunting went back and forth and before I know it he’s standing next to me where I’m sitting at the dinning room table with his hard cock almost slapping himself in the stomach right in front of me. I just reached out and grabbed it. Somewhere in my head I definitely heard myself say “this is a bad idea.” And, “what the fuck are you doing?” But that didn’t stop either of us when I pulled him closer and wrapped my lips around it. It didn’t stop him pushing my head down or pulling off my top when I came up for air. It didn’t stop him from carrying me off to his bed and making out like teenagers until I felt him slide inside of me, and drunk as I was I felt sober beyond belief in that moment. It faded pretty quick as I went back to drunkenly babbling at him to give it to me harder but the moment he pushed himself inside me I felt like my whole body was on fire.
I don’t know how long it went for, I don’t even really remember it finishing. But we woke up tangled together with his alarm for work going off and a lot of awkward shuffling off from each other. I made sure he was okay and we quickly talked about how everything was going to be okay before he left. When he got home tonight we had a good long talk about it and agreed that it was all okay, but we should leave that in the past where it belonged.
I don’t really know what else to say. All I know is I definitely can’t tell anyone I know, and I’m sure as hell not paying a therapist to tell them I got rawdogged by my own son. So here’s my confession, and I hope it brings you joy.
