. I could see the triumph of seduction on his face."Oh fuck yeah... I love it... I'm daddy's gay boy now, my hole is yours" - I was way past the point...of holding back and just went with it. As I said the words it reinforced everything and the excitement and pleasure just got better. I started moaning and in each breath saying 'oh yeah... oh fuck'. This made him push harder and quicker and he become stronger and more dominant. My mind was like putty... he could reshape my mind and I'd do. I had insisted that we go: it was a family tradition to take a picnic to the meadow next to the water and follow with hours of splashing fun."But we don't have any swimsuits, Karen." Aww, c'mon Dad. We can wear our underwear. They'll cover the same amount, y'know."So I packed us up some sandwiches, pickles, chips and juice, and we set off. I wore the same outfit I had arrived in, and Dad was back in his original clothes as well. It was a gorgeous day, with plenty of hot sun, but also a fairly. .”At this point he must have looked at me, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like because he just froze and turned breaking eye contact and he tilted his head down the way a dog does after being hit with the newspaper for shitting on the carpet.I sat froze for what seemed like several minutes, just in pure shock that my son would confess such a thing to me. I quickly gained my composure, I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me to it. “Mom, I'm sorry I even mentioned it, I just. ” She said.I gave a shrug, didn’t said anything.“My husband, Chris’s father left us two years ago for a younger woman. I was too depressed and lost my interest in men. I never dated anyone in last two years.” I sat next to her. She continued, “Two weeks ago, Chris came home crying. Some girl rejected him. After awhile he began to tell me, how everyone at high school called him a loser and no girl wouldn’t go out with him. I felt sorry for him and hugged him. It wasn’t anything sexual…from my.