It amazed me how easily I'd accepted Paul as my lover and how not only hot, but comfortable the sex was. There were no awkward moments, no hesitations or hang ups, we fucked with the familiarity of a couple that had been together for years, not days.

Perhaps that was the mother son relationship transferring over to a sexual connection. Whatever it was it was incredible and I wasn't complaining. Paul's skill as a lover was shocking. In the same way he seemed mellow and mature beyond his years he was just as sexually precocious.

Three nights ago, when I'd come home from work, Paul had taken me into the bathroom, stripped me, gotten into the shower with me and proceeded to wash me from head to toe, I'd purred delightedly as he'd washed my long hair, soaped and rinsed every inch of my body.

He'd reached around and played with my clit taking his time and making me cum so hard it was a good thing I was leaning against him. I'd tried to return the favor, but with a patience beyond his years, he'd simply toweled me off and carried me into our, yes our, bedroom.

I'd laid on my stomach while he'd spent over and hour massaging me from head to toe, then rolling me over to rub the front and slide between my legs and give my pussy a long, slow licking that induced another knee weakening orgasm.

He then made love to me and I was so relaxed I simply lay there moaning softly as he slowly pumped me, again in no hurry and succeeding in delivering third orgasm to me during which he also climaxed. As raw and dirty as it sounded I couldn't deny that my son coming inside me was a taboo thrill that made me feel both loving and slutty at the same time. The next night I'd rewarded that good behavior in a very unmotherly way, by letting my son have my ass. Like his coming inside me the sheer taboo of it had driven me wild and I'd cum twice, playing with my clit while I knelt on the bed letting my son pound my ass.

At this point there were no lines left to cross, but we'd keep crossing the same ones as often as possible. Thinking back on our week long sex fest had me worked up, but I saw it was only six thirty. Paul had a class's nine to two then a shift at Barnes and Noble. It was a long day and I decided to give him a reprieve from his insatiable mother.

I carefully eased myself away from him and got out of bed, figuring I would head downstairs, enjoy a cup of coffee and then make him breakfast, a much more common motherly duty than sucking him dry and fucking him senseless.

I put on a short silky purple robe that due to it barely going past my ass I would have never worn in front of Paul before. But at this point not only was there no cause for modesty, but I loved the way he looked at me. No matter how much sex we had Paul always looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

I tied the robe, then slipping out of the room made my way into the kitchen and popped a K-cup into the Kuerig and let my mind drift over the last week as it brewed. Like the sex, everything seemed to be going a lot smoother and better than I could have imagined.

Life was good, better than good, great. Paul and I still had our normal routines, work, his school and spending some time with his friends. I was still his mother, caring for him the way I always had, but now caring for him in a much different way and he was now caring for me in a way I hadn't had in a long time.

I felt guilty thinking of it, but Paul had been right, his not being appalled or intimidated by my work as Molly had the two of us happier so far than I'd been with John. My husband had loved me dearly and I'd felt the same, but sex had been a sticking point.

It had upset me more than I had thought it would to discover John had really been a ‘fan' of Molly and had wanted what I wanted all along and had denied us both of a sex life as good as our love life.

I'd been hurt to find out he'd been turned on by my movies and could even tell our son, but not me. But Paul had been upfront telling me point blank the movies got him hot, even the new ones when he was pining for me and watching me fuck other men.

He'd confided in me there was a part of that wouldn't have been that upset if I'd wanted to do a few more. Apparently my son was a bit more than a voyeur, but like John enjoyed seeing his lover being taken Like that.

There was no chance of me ever doing a movie and when I asked him if now that he had my heart he would really want to share any part of me. He'd agreed probably not, but claimed he might still watch some of my movies. He'd shocked me by putting one on while we were on the couch and I was even more shocked when I became aroused watching it with him. I didn't want to make a habit of it, but it had been more of a turn on than I currently cared to admit. It did show that what I had done would never be an issue between us.

There was still the fear I could be discovered by one of his friends, but he said he would deal with it and not let it affect us. Of course the downside was we could tell no one of our relationship. That included Dan. He'd come over earlier in the week and I'd told him Paul and I had several long talks and gotten things straightened out and his feelings for me were getting back to normal. I hated lying to him, but had no choice. Much as I trusted Dan, no way could he know.

Dan had insisted on talking to Paul about our past and how he wanted him to know we had been nothing more than friends for the last twenty years. Paul had played his part, not letting him on that I had admitted to him, Dan had been directing me in order to keep me away from the asshole agents and more degrading work.

For the first time since John had gotten sick I felt happy and content and I had sworn that I would no longer question my happiness. I spent a long time thinking I never deserved to be happy, hadn't even deserved John. But I was wrong, I wasn't a bad person for what I had done, it was simply the only thing I'd known.

I was a good person, had been a good wife and although most would disagree, felt as if I was a good mom. Hell, what other mom put their son to sleep with mind blowing sex? That thought made me grin and the fact I could joke about it told me things would be just fine. No more crap about the past, just the future which although wrong by most standards seemed pretty bright to me.

“There you are." Paul said behind me. I turned to see him standing there in just his boxers, his bulging boxers.

“Hey, why are you up? You have another hour to sleep." I told him, trying not to focus on his seemingly always hard cock.

“You're why I'm up." He winked, telling me he knew I'd noticed.

“Do I have to come get it this morning?"

“Settle down." I told him, “We had plenty last night, I want to make you a nice breakfast."