I felt a wave of emotion flood over me as my on committed the final taboo of coming inside his mother. I felt so close to him, so loved by him. This was the ultimate intimacy, the two of us naked, our bodies entwined and him moaning in my ear as I worked my hips, draining him of all that he had.

"I love you, Paul." I kissed him softly, “I'm sorry I fought it so much."

“only fought it because you do love me." He said in my ear, as he held me tightly against him.

"You were being a good mom."

“I was anything but that earlier." I lamented, “I'm so sorry for that."

“Don't be, we wouldn't be here now if you didn't." He said, his fingers lightly running up and down my back as we remained as we were, his cock still inside me.

"You would have never given me this chance if you hadn't felt bad over that."

“Taking advantage of me?" I laughed, "Not nice to take advantage of your mother."

"You seemed pretty willing." He reminded me.

"Guilty." I kissed him, then sighed at the sensation of his cock softening inside me.

We remained in our sinful post coital embrace for some time, both of us remaining silent as we enjoyed the feeling of our spent bodies relaxed against each other, I would have thought my mind would be racing, thinking about what I had just done, where it would leave us, what was next?

But instead I felt more relaxed and peaceful than I had in over a year. I was happy, satisfied and loved, what more could I ask for?

Beneath me, Paul had his eyes closed and a look of absolute bliss on his face. The look of someone who had finally gotten all he'd desired. His arms were relaxed around me and his breathing slow and steady.

“You asleep?" I asked

“Himm-mm'! He shook his head, opening his beautiful eyes, "Just loving every minute of this."

“Me too." I kissed him fondly, then rolled off him to lay on my side, my back to him.

“Come hold me?"

“For the record?" Paul rolled over behind me, pressing his chest to my back and putting his arm around me, just below my breasts.

“You'll never have to ask me to hold you."

“Hmm, good to know." I cooed, wiggling back into him, his still wet cock nestling into my ass, “What about sex, will I ever have to ask for that?"

“Nope, after all you are my mother and I have to obey you, right?"

“Oh, so it's just about being a good son?" I smiled at the joke, a joke that would have pissed me off or made me think of the movies I'd scoffed at before tonight.

“No, it's about loving my amazing mother" He kissed my shoulder, “And lusting after Molly." He laughed, “Hey, can I call Molly bad mommy?"

“Keep making me feel the way you did just now and you can call me anything you want." I put my hand over his forearm, and squeezed it, “Baby boy, you've filled out pretty nicely. You're one hell of a man, that's for sure."

“But I still like being your baby." "You'll always be my baby." I told him.