My best friend called today, and she asked how everyone was doing. I know a lot of people wouldn't be wild about having their son living with them, but I tell her that it's been really nice still having him around. He's grown into such a nice young man, and ever since the divorce became final, things have felt lonely at times. I ask my bestie if I can tell her something, swearing her to absolute secrecy. The truth is, things have gotten a little TOO lonely, and I've noticed the way he looks at me sometimes, like when I'm in my nightgown... I'm obviously nervous to confess it at first. But it's nice to feel appreciated, and the more I talk about it, the more turned on I get. Good thing she can't see me pull out my big, plump tits and start rolling my nipples between my fingers, let alone my other hand sliding down my unzipped jeans! It's not long before I get up and grab my toy ("do you remember, the one we got when we went shopping that one time?") and slide my pants to the floor. Soon I'm confessing all my incestuous fantasies to my best friend. She asks if I'm all right, but she doesn't know I'm whimpering because I'm thinking about my own son while I fuck my hairy pussy! I have to try and hold back my moaning as I cum-- I hope she didn't hear the buzz of the vibrator... I quickly tell her I need to go before collapsing on the bed, a satisfied sigh escaping my lips.