. oh, I see. Well, yeah, I guess maybe I have. I've been thinking about you doing it just down the hall, you know, in your bedroom, and I'm doing it, ...oo, and you're so pretty and all, geez, I hope you're not mad?"I kind of laughed a bit and also let it sink in that my son was masturbating with images of his mother going through his mind."No, honey, I'm not mad, you didn't do anything wrong. I suppose, if I understood correctly, that you think of me sometimes when you do it, well, maybe I. Unfortunately, freshmen weren't considered a "precious commodity" on the dating scene. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty lonely during my first week of classes.My last class of the week was a course on secondary education. My major was still "undeclared," but one of my interests was teaching, and I knew I didn't want to deal with younger c***dren, so teaching at a high school seemed like the way to go.The first class was pretty mundane – talking about the course materials and stuff like. Fuck me.” I started to pump into her body again, and I was horny. Tara had already enjoyed a half-dozen orgasms. My turn was cumming very soon. I had no will power. Five minutes later I warned, was pulled deeper into the French kiss we were sharing as my hips moved to drive my cock inside her, and then I exploded. I flooded Tara’s mature pussy with my male jizz. From her reaction, I thought Tara also had a smaller climax that the earlier ones I’d given her.I gradually withered and slid out of. I know you’re mad that I did this to you. But I really love you mom.” He said softly while in my arms.“It’s OK. It happened already. It’s not your fault. I understand you’re young and you have needs. You’re still my son. But we can’t let this happen again. I’m still your mother and it is still wrong for us to do this. And we can’t let anybody know about what happened.” I said, and then gave him a kiss on the head.We were cuddling in each other’s arms until I fell asleep. Next morning I woke up.