As I left my car to greet her I noticed a huge smile on her face. A hug and a lingering kiss later she said we better get moving as she only had only ...some hours as she had to get back home.We sat in my car and directions were given to a forest side hotel, I started the engine and pulled away with Rashida next to me. Within minutes she looked in her bag as I concentrate on the road. I turn to talk to her and notice her skirt has ridden up and her hand between her legs. One hand is between her. I****t! Yes, that's right, taking your son as your lover.Don't be surprised at this suggestion. Have you ever had sex with your son? Have you ever known a mother who admitted having sex with her son?Hardly anyone admits to this (mother or sons), but it's a lot more common than you'd think. Here's some history and some facts:Repeated surveys of mothers (married and single) report that, almost invariably, the mother would not hesitate to have sex with her teenage (or older) son (1) if she. It was early on a Saturday afternoon, and Michelle had just left to work the second shift, and wouldn’t be home until after 10pm. I traipsed across the snowy lawn and rang the doorbell. Tara answered, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baby t-shirt. Olivia was crying in the background. “Hi, Paul, thanks a ton. I tried changing the bulbs out, but it still won’t work.”I checked out the fixture, then checked the circuit breaker box. I determined that the aged fixture needed replacing. “Just pick. I picked her up from the floor and pulled her towards her bedroom. "Let's go." I said.We entered the bedroom and I pushed her down on the bed. I looked down at her. When I had thrown her down on the bed, her skirt had ridden up and exposed the tops of her stockings. Jaime saw where I was looking and tried to pull her skirt down."Well sweetheart. I guess now, I’ll take what I really came here for." Jaime started to beg for me not to do it as she watched me take off my clothes. I made her sit up.