Seduced by my Son: The Duology

Part 1:

I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my oldest son.

I know I’m in trouble the minute he walks through the door. He’s more of a man than I’ve ever seen. And I want him. So bad. Too bad he’s my son.

But my affection doesn’t appear to be one-sided, if the smoldering looks and lingering touches are anything to go by. I’ve never even been with a man, but there’s something about my son that gets me more worked up than I’ve ever been. I know it’s wrong. But do I really care?

Part 2:

He’s got me so horny and confused I don’t know what to do with myself. Who? My son.

I know I shouldn’t have crossed the line, but I couldn’t stop myself, and now I’m torn. I should stop this. But I don’t want to. I want to know how deep this attraction runs. I want to know what he tastes like. I want to know what he feels like. But am I willling to throw all my morals out to find out?