My financial needs are no longer critical but some years ago, here in a northwestern state having little money winters are painful for want of warmth and not enough to buy fuel to stave off the cold. My son, then 16, suggested that we sleep together to help keep ourselves warm and I thought at first it was a good idea. It did work and I was much cozier snuggled up under quilts with my son.

On our second night together I was awakened with the shock of having my son on top of me, already having entered me, slamming away, fucking me. I was shocked and confused at first. For one thing, he is large like my late husband and he felt the same inside although far more energetic and stronger than his father.

at first, I tried, rather weakly, to fight him off. However, he was completely lost in the fuck and I could tell that. We talked about it after and in the end, we ended up having sex for the next few years. I am still emotionally mixed about it but at least it comforted me and made me feel more fulfilled despite society's probable condemnation.