Real Family’s Love

Hiya! Some of my readers know me as Priya or even as ‘Insatiable Priya.’ I’m 39 and take good care of myself through healthy eating and regular exercise. I have two children. My son is 19, and my daughter is on the brink of adulthood. I’m divorced, and my kids live with me.

They remember their father as someone who hasn’t been part of our lives for years. The divorce settlement was fair—we kept the flat and the villa both mortgagefree.

My challenge isn’t financial. It’s being horny as hell and feeling the absence of ‘the man of the house’ while living with teenage kids. I’m not very social, so finding someone online feels too impersonal. I’ve been contemplating this for a while.

I’ve reached a decision that could change my life and our family dynamic. To describe myself, I’m 5’10” with black hair that falls just below my shoulders, accented with some blonde highlights. I don’t consider myself gorgeous or a femme fatale, but I’m conscious of my beauty.

I wear a 36D bra and still have perky, firm breasts. My stomach is fairly flat (as we moms often call it, the second kid is the ‘Body Destroyer’). I’m fortunate to have slender, muscular legs with shapely thighs that taper down to relatively small feet. Overall, I’d rate myself an 8 out of 10.

It all started one evening when my daughter Anjana was at a friend’s house, and my son Abhi was home. After dinner, we sat on the couch watching TV. I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to him many times, as it was a difficult topic.

Me: Abhi, thank you!

Abhi: For what, Mom?

Me: For being such a sweetheart all these years. I don’t think I appreciate you enough.

I kissed him on the forehead, telling him how handsome and mature he’d become and that I was proud of him.

Abhi: Mom! Thanks, but just get to the point. What’s on your mind?

Me: See? You just proved my point. You’re very mature and good at reading the room.

Abhi: Go ahead, just be straightforward.

Me: Ahem, I’m a bit nervous about this. Not sure how to say it.

Abhi: Enough with the drama—say it, Mom.

Me: Okay. You know it’s been tough for me as a single mom. I often feel lonely, especially at night. Would it be okay if you slept next to me sometimes? Before you respond, I know it’s a strange request, so feel free to say no.

Abhi: Is that it? I’ll admit, it’s a weird ask, but can I ask why?

Me: Look, I’m not asking you to move into my room. I just sometimes miss having a warm body to cuddle with and the comfort of knowing I’m not alone while I sleep.

Me: There’s one more thing you should know. I sleep naked as it gets hot and sweaty if I wear anything, and do you think that’s gross or a show stopper?

Abhi: Gross? No way. Weird? Maybe a little

Me: You are probably wondering what’s wrong with this old lady, right?

Abhi: Mom, You are a beautiful woman, don’t let anyone say anything otherwise.

Me: Abhi, stop, it’s not funny

Abhi: No, Mom, let me tell you something. I think my friends come here to perv on you under the disguise of meeting me.

Me: Really? Do they think I’m hot?

Abhi: yes! Are you kidding me? You are what we call a Cougar. Anyone my age would kill to have you, Mom?

Me: Okay, Enough jokes. So is that a Yes?

Abhi: To be honest, I don’t mind. I know you are my Mom, but sleeping next to a naked woman will make things complicated. You know what I mean.

Me: Are you referring to having a boner while you are sleeping next to my naked body?

Abhi: Mom! Why do you have to say it in such a crass manner?

Me: Honestly, Abhi, I’d be upset if you didn’t get hard.

Abhi: What?!

Me: Nothing to be embarrassed, Son. I like it when a Man’s body is against mine, especially when he is hard. If you have a boner, don’t just pull away. I promise you that should not be a problem.

Me:  One more thing, I’m no cock teaser. If we are going to do this, I will allow you to touch me wherever you want and however you want. I could even provide some relief for the little man.

Abhi was speechless and fumbling to find words after listening to that. He somehow managed to ask.

Abhi: Are you suggesting that I can have and you will give me a blowjob and a handjob?

Mom: Yup! I don’t care about what society says. I love you, and if you love me, then we should be able to express our love physically. But remember this: I want you to understand this so that we are clear. is not a prerequisite. I need you nearby.

Mom: My point is if you want more, then I’m game. You should be aware that this will change the dynamics of the family. I will always be your mother, but in the bedroom, we will be lovers now. This does not mean it’s an exclusive relationship. I still want you to date and have with girls your age. I will a man, someone that meets my emotional requirement.

Abhi: Mom, I know you love me. God knows how much I adore you and love you. You are my hero, ma. In the spirit of honesty, I confess that I have masturbated many times thinking about your hot body. What you are proposing is a game changer and a dream come true moment for me.

Abhi: So YES! I’d love to sleep with you and touch you. I want to hug you tightly and feel your body. is just a subsidiary emotion, Mom. I truly love you.

Looking at Abhi expressing his love towards me brought tears to my eyes. I immediately grabbed him and hugged him, trying hard to hold the tears. I regained myself, then pulled away. I looked into his eyes and kissed him on his lips.

We opened our mouths, licked our lips and buried our tongues. All the anxiety evaporated at that moment. As we continued to kiss passionately, I grabbed Abhi’s hand and placed it on my braless breast. I squeezed his hand and then let go of his hand as soon as he continued to squeeze my tits.

Abhi started to pinch, flick and pull my nipple as I felt a sudden gush in my pussy. I released the kiss and held Abhi’s face in my hands.

I said, “That was a very passionate kiss, son. Judging by your actions, I don’t think I will need to spend much time instructing and training you. My Panties are all well from your kiss and masterful nipple squeeze. I’m heading for a bath and hope you are in My bed when I come out.”

I winked at Abhi as I stood up and shook my ass as I started to walk towards the bathroom. I closed the door and started the water running in the tub, then undressed and looked at myself in the mirror to see if I looked different.

I mentioned this before. I’m no femme fatale, but I’m proud of my body. But this lingering thought of Abhi being disappointed in my body made me anxious. All the lovely dresses can make one look beautiful. But being naked means there is no way to hide.

I quietly slipped myself inside the tub and reflected on what happened with Abhi. I was surprised to see him get on board so soon. Somewhere deep down, as a Mother, I expected him to throw a tantrum and get angry and disappointed with the suggestion.

To be honest, I saw things ending with me giving him a handjob in a few months from now. But things have progressed too quickly. I started to rub myself in the bath, thinking of Abhi and suddenly pulled myself together. I dried myself.

I applied a few dabs of perfume on the most important parts, then turned off the lights. I walked into the bedroom completely naked, hoping Abhi was waiting for me on the bed.

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