The Desire Archive File 1: A Mother's Secret

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The Desire Archive, File 1, A Mother's Secret, Part 1, by Late Stage Infernalism and recorded by Jenny Nightshade. You have reached The Desire Archive. We accept all confessions and statements of a sexual nature without judgment.

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Please start all confessions with, I accept that The Desire Archive has the right to record, read, and distribute my statement. None of the names used in my statement are of real individuals. All individuals mentioned are 21 years or older.

Then state the sexual or romantic encounters you are discussing, as well as the names you will be using. Thank you for your contribution. Here goes, I guess.

I accept that The Desire Archive has the right to record, read, and distribute my statement. None of the names I use are of real individuals. All individuals mentioned are 21 years or older.

I am contacting you regarding the sexual and romantic relationship with my son. For the purposes of this recording, my name is Bethany and my son is Christopher. I will also be discussing my friend Natalie and her son Tony.

I know you're going to turn people on with this, but I want to warn people too. Will you let me do that? I don't know.

Maybe you'll remove this part, but I hope you don't. Please be careful what you witness and what you think about because it can lead you down a path of sin. Let me start by asking a question.

Do you know what it's like to be desired? I mean truly desired. To have someone have such a sexual need for you that it drives them to violent action? Most of us don't.

I certainly didn't. I do now and it is far too late for me. If there's hell, then I'm going there.

I'm addicted to my son. I love him, of course, and I always have. I'm a good mom and I'm not sick either.

He's legally an adult. I just, I know I don't have to defend myself here, but I can feel people judging me, even your listeners. And I know that I should be judged.

I deserve it. This all started for two reasons. First off, I found my son to be extremely attractive for some time.

He looks like his father, but better in every way. He's also kind and attentive. I get jealous whenever he pays another woman any attention, although until now I've kept that feeling in check.

The second, I saw someone sinning and rather than attempt to correct it, I kept it to myself and emulated them. My son lives at home, see, and attends a local college. Now sometimes when he lets me, I drive him to class and pick him up in the evening.

I jump at every opportunity. We have such lovely conversations. I sometimes catch myself laughing a little too much, accepting almost sexual compliments from him, and perhaps touching his leg the same way one would with a lover, but nothing ever went beyond that.

Like I said, I'm a good mom. No, that's a lie. I always kiss him before dropping him off after we get home, but before we go inside.

Sometimes I think it makes him uncomfortable. That's probably because I never just peck him on the cheek. I do it slowly, and it's always close to and sometimes on the corner of his mouth.

I love seeing him react and get flustered. Sometimes I press my body into him so he can feel my breasts and hard nipples. His body feels so good against mine, but I never would have let it go beyond that.

It was wrong, but it was still somewhat innocent. He wasn't to blame for my inappropriate attention, and he's not to blame for anything that's happened afterwards. I had dropped him off and decided to take a different way home that took me on some back roads.

I pay attention when I drive, so when I saw a car a little off the road just behind some trees, I thought it was odd. When I recognized the car, I was worried. It belonged to a friend of mine, Natalie.

We're not super close, but we get along. She was a redhead, a bit shorter than me, a little curvier, and quite attractive. She has a husband and a son.

I was honestly afraid that she was in trouble. I could not think of a reason that she would have pulled her off the road like that. I almost called the cops right then, but instead, I decided to pull off the road and check first.

I parked, got out of my car quietly, I walked over to her car and saw that it was empty. I put my hand on the hood, and it was still warm. It was spring, so the forest was full of birdsong, but behind that, I heard noises, and it sounded like Natalie could be in trouble.

There was a small trail through the woods, so I followed it and following the sounds. I was halfway there when I realized that she was having sex with someone. I suspected it wasn't her husband, given how secretive she was being.

I smirked, believing that I was somehow morally superior to her. I decided to see who she was with. I wasn't going to tell anyone else, you see.

I wanted to know, and I'll admit that I am something of a voyeur as well. So I crept forward a bit more. It's really easy to sneak up on someone when they're in the midst of passion.

I was not prepared for what I saw. They were in a small clearing in the trees, obviously chosen because it couldn't be seen from the road. They were at least civilized enough to put down an old blanket before engaging in their illicit activities.

I had been correct. Natalie was getting fucked, and not by her husband. She wore an old t-shirt that had been pushed up, freeing her large tits.

Her jeans and panties cast aside, her legs spread wide, and I hooked over her lover's shoulders. It was quite obvious he was going very deep inside of her. And even as I felt myself tingle, I winced a little.

I mean, she was much smaller than him, and he was not being gentle. But such thoughts were banished from my mind, however, when I realized who was fucking her. It was Tony, her own son, just slightly older than my Christopher.

I gasped, but I will admit that my hand drifted down into my pants. I wanted so badly to touch myself. I resisted the temptation.

If Natalie hadn't been so obviously enjoying herself, I would have assumed that she was not there willingly. Tony, a young man whom I thought of as almost as gentle as my own son, was violently plunging into her. The sound of their bodies connecting was a loud slap, slap.

Her moans and cries were a mix of pleasure and pain, and he had pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other ones groped her tits, roughly pinching her nipples. You fucking whore, he growled. You fucking slut.

You think you can just kiss dad like that in front of me? Natalie moaned so loud and made no attempt to defend herself. It seemed like she was getting off on being degraded by her own son.

I couldn't believe how degenerate she was. You're hurting me, Natalie said. But I doubted she wanted her son to stop.

She was wrapping her legs around him as much as she could as he fucked her mercilessly, pulling him in deeper. You're mine to hurt, Tony said, groaning, and thrust himself deep inside of her, burying himself, and then he must have been filling his own mother with his cum. His hand covered Natalie's mouth as she screamed.

It was instinctive, and I wonder how many times he had done this. Her body was shaking as well, and I knew she was coming too. Somewhat alarmingly, I realized her son hadn't just covered her mouth, but also her nose.

She couldn't breathe, and I knew she must have been struggling against his grip even as he gave her such pleasure. Tony groaned and then stopped, panting, keeping his hand over Natalie's mouth and nose and his cock buried deep inside of her. Her squirms grew more frantic, and he laughed.

I almost stepped out to save her. I knew he would never want to kill her, but this was getting a little scary. After a long moment, he released her, and she took huge choking gasps.

You almost did that for too long, she said, after recovering herself enough to talk. Don't pretend you didn't love it, Mom, Tony replied. You enjoy a good rough fuck like the whore you are.

Natalie frowned, but it was brief. Don't call your mother a whore, dear, she said, but then she smiled. At least not when we're not fucking, alright, sweetie? Tony grunted in response, but it was clear he had no intention of changing his behavior.

Still, he showed her real affection, as a lover should after sex. It was very confusing. While they spoke, I crept back to my car.

For a long moment, I sat there and did nothing. I did not want to be there when they came out of the woods, but my body was crumbling.