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As any 38 year old woman can tell you, there are times when you just want sex all the time. I am a horny lady who loves sex and need it almost every day. I am very orgasmic and love to masturbate. I have been doing this for most of my adult life. I have had several affairs when I was married, but since my husband could not keep pace with my sexual needs and desires, I have since divorced him.
I have medium length brown hair and deep blue eyes. I am always being told that I look younger than my age. I am just over 5ft 6 tall and I have a slim figure. The major exception to my otherwise ordinary look is my breasts. I have a nice large rack, that is still firm and with plenty of bounce. I often wear tight or low cut tops to accentuate my tits. My ass is also still firm, but quite big, filling my jeans or shorts out perfectly. I had gone on some dates after my divorce, but none of them had been very successful. Most of these ended in a quick, unsatisfying fuck and then that was it.
I live out of town in the suburbs and have a 18 year old son, Mike. I had not really thought about him in a sexual way before but I had noticed that he had become quite a young hunk. He played soccer on a regular basis and had began to work out. I had seen him in the garden with his shirt off and I must admit I had admired his growing frame. His chest and stomach muscles had become well defined; he was getting a nice hard six pack and quite a noticeable bulge in his shorts. He did not have a girlfriend as far as I was aware.
We had lived alone ever since my divorce and we were quite close. As time went by, I began to look at him as more than just my son. I began to see a man. I have always been attracted to younger men and I guess seeing my son, growing and developing in front of me, made me start to wonder what he would be like in bed. Now, I realise that mothers are not suppose to think about their son's like that, but I could not help it. I started to think about sex with my son.