It’s difficult to say what exactly it was that possessed me to do something so utterly sinful. Depravity has unraveling effects on a middle aged woman’s sanity, so I often find the answer to this question to be that my patience had simply run out. Other times I let my guilt take the wheel and I believe that I did it simply because his cock was the biggest I had ever seen in person, but I can usually dismiss this explanation because I have never simply given myself to whatever man could prove that he was well endowed. My husband is proof of this… we’ll just say that his biggest quality was his personality when we were younger. I’m certainly no slut… or rather I should say I never viewed myself as one until I seduced my own son. I think if other people knew my story, they would say it was a combination of many things that made me do it. Depravity, his cock, the fact that it was unthinkable and forbidden, the fact that my son wanted so badly for me to be happy, the fact that my husband was blind, half deaf, and could sit in the very room while our only c***d fucked me and be completely oblivious to it… I’m getting ahead of myself though. I should really start with some background. I just get so excited when I think about how it all started that I can hardly think clearly.

My name is Christina. I was 37 years old when this all happened, and it had been a rough few years, but I had managed to keep my beauty a priority. In hindsight, I think that I became even more focused on vanity after my husband lost his sight and mobility. I feel guilty about it, but I wanted men to look at me. I wanted to be seen and wanted.

I have long, wavy, bright red hair that falls just past my shoulders. I have pale skin that nearly looks stark white in photos, which is common of redheads of course. I keep my body in excellent shape with Zumba classes at my local gym and a healthy diet that I’ve always insisted on for my sake as well as my husband’s. To be crude, and I plan to be quite crude, my ass is big enough to draw wanton stares from most men and tight enough to tell you through a pair of jeans that you won’t find any wrinkles or lumps beneath. I’m not ashamed to admit that I have 36D breasts that never really shrunk after I gave birth. I always wear ruby red lipstick. I paint my long nails to match. I was gifted with bright green eyes, and you better believe that I wax… Everything. I must sound like a porn star to readers, but there’s no sense in stating my imperfections here where fantasies are born and shared. Like I said, I love to be wanted.