This is something I never thought I'd admit - not even anonymously. Years ago, before I had my son, I went through a phase in my early 20s where I posted things online. Let's just say I was confident, experimental, and a little wild. I used a fake name, but the content was real. Very real. Life moved on. I became a mom. I left that version of myself behind. Or so I thought. A few days ago, I overheard my son (he's 19) laughing with one of his friends in his room. When I walked in, they got quiet. Guilty quiet. Later, I checked the browser on our shared home Wi-Fi. One of my old usernames. Searched. Viewed. More than once. It was my porn, and I think he was jerking off to it
I decided to start filming myself again, because I'm still young, and if my son likes it, then other men will like it too. I've left a link in my profile.
u/Alektos_20
So as some of you may know I did talk to my son about what I found in his room. I didn't say much I just decided to break the tension at dinner. I said something along the lines of
"Hey Owen, I know things have been rocky these past few years dealing with your father and I just wanted to let you know that I'm proud of you"
He looked up from his plate and gave me a smile then said "Thanks mom but it's been tough on all of us. It sucks but at least we're closer as a family now. Also thank you for uh...cleaning in my room...! don't mind doing my own laundry if it'll help you out."
That's when his face got all red and embarrassed again. I told him "I'Il leave that up to you if you want to put your hamper in the laundry room l'Il just run your clothes for you or if you wanna do it yourself that's fine too." Right then I went over to where he was sitting and pulled his head into my chest and embraced him. After I hugged him I told him "If this is about the towel son I really just want you to know that there's nothing to be embarrassed of you're just a healthy young man."
He buried his head in his hands from embarrassment and said "yeah I'm so sorry about the towel I was going to clean it but I-" I had to cut them off right there. Firmly I said "Do not apologize to me, you have nothing to be sorry for sweetie! You did nothing wrong! It's better than a bunch of crusty socks everywhere." We both chuckled.
I was glad that the tension seemed to be broken about the whole thing. He helped me wash the dishes and then we went about our night.
I still haven't stopped thinking about how hot it was finding the towel. I still feel guilty that the strongest orgasms of my life came from thinking about my own son in that way. And I can tell that I'm subconsciously trying to learn as much as I can about his body.
I left something in my profile.