Me and my son

Hello my name is Marla, and here I will tell the story of me and my son that has been going on for some time between our lives. We found this website here, and we saw how good it is to use. Well let's go there. It all started on a New Year's Eve, where we stopped by my sister's house and she invited the family to come this year at her place. We went (she lives in another city). And because it was new year's eve we celebrated drinking. I myself only drank almost until around 10 or 11 o'clock; my husband had been drinking since 7:00 p.m.; my son only drank champagne - he must have been 16 or 17 years old then. When it was half an hour after the turn, my husband went to our room and I stayed with the rest of the staff talking. After about two o'clock in the morning everyone had gone to sleep and I helped or tried to help my sister clean up her room but we couldn't do that so we slept. And I wanted sex very much because she has changed and since this is the first day of the year when you get into your bedroom take off your heels and just push on the door, could not see anything except those waves as we got drunk going back and forth. I pulled up the blanket and took off his underwear and started slapping him, he was moaning a little bit. And then after that I went in and kissed him very much. My pussy dripped with hard-on. having great orgasms and being fulfilled. He put a lot in, hugged me and was beating very slowly, and slow until he laughs and fucks me. We didn't say anything to each other, and we went to sleep, the next day I had gotten up before him and realized what shit I did, I woke up from bed and stumbled on something, and he awoke, we slept together, both naked in the room and with the consent of what we had done last night, get dressed and go out. We packed everything at my sister's house, then our things for going away, while traveling we said nothing. At home, same thing, only interacted when my husband asked something. We were talking a week later with that fear in the air, and I wanted to know how I would talk to him about what happened. Three days afterwards, we called him to discuss what had occurred, we talked and promised never again will happen what we did. About eight or 10 days later we have sex again when it's just me and he at home and my husband was gone to his parents house.