I’m 43. He’s 20. And last night we had sex for the first time. He’s still in my bed asleep as I’m writing this. I know it’s wrong in so many ways but since his dad left me I’v been very lonely.
I’v been having fantasies about it for a while but never acted on them as I knew it wasn’t right. But yesterday he told me about his feelings and how he could contain himself anymore. He came over to talk about it. We talked it over while sharing some wine and one thing lead to another.
So now my son is sleeping in my bed after we had sex. I don’t feel as bad or quilty as I thought I might have. And idk if that’s better or worse tbh…