"You know I've never really thought aboutit... I had all the gender stuff going on in my own head all thoseyears... I guess there wasn't much room for...all that... Well that andbaseball..." She giggled, which made me smile. She thought for a fewmoments, and she looked at me and blushed slightly as if she wasembarrassed. She then looked down slightly, and said, "I think I can seemyself with a guy... If he was the right one." She then looked back upat me with that shy smile I rarely saw on her.My. We hugged each other and that’s where she crossed the line. She kissed me passionately on my lips up against her car. I had never experienced anything like that before. The feelings that I was experiencing were new. I felt alive even though I knew it was sinful.We got into her car and she drove to a less conspicuous spot. She moved the seat down and got on top of me. We kissed passionately and she removed her clothes. My hands were all over her body. She unzipped my trousers and moved down to. It gets pretty steamy during breaks because everyone is making out! Peter loves my breasts, and in spite of my misgivings, I'm growing to love the way he touches me there. Each time I resolve not to let him get to me, but once his fingers touch me, I melt. It just feels so yummy! I've been telling myself I could handle Peter, that I was letting him touch me because mommy was always watching and smiling. I'm afraid I was just deceiving myself. Last night was the big Sweetheart Valentine's. In fact, my son had grown into a very handsome man, a virtual replica of his deceased father (who died serving his country two years ago). I didnt only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fuck toy. When I first had these feelings, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing sons, of sons seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around complete.