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I would think about my actions and the fact that I am affecting the mind of a child and that the situation is far more serious than the needs that I or my fuck buddy may have. This is a child. The imagery that you are imprinting on this child's mind may be fundamental to his development, especially his relationship to women, including his mother.
If you do not have a friendship with the child; if you have not talked to him about your relationship to his mother -- if you're someone alien to him who is having sex with his mother that relationship is unhealthy.
To me, it's a demonstration to the child about what are acceptable limits of promiscuity and what role commitment should have. And it defines where his mother should reside in his conception of what is a virtuous woman.
There's nothing wrong with fucking her. As a mother she surely needs it. Take your ass to a hotel or your own damn place to fuck. Don't do it around her children unless they respect and relate to you as a daddy -- and a good daddy at at that. You cheapen her if you do not, and you cheapen her in the eyes of her children. And you cheapen yourself.
And as far as your need for honesty is concerned: this is a child. He's not supposed to have honesty about the sex life of his mother with a fuck buddy. He's not supposed to have a sex life at that age.
There are so many things about being a man, and a man with class, and dignity, and virtue, grace and self respect that are lost in the age of the Internet.
Trust me, I am no better than you, but I speak from the heart and know what I'm talking about: Take it outside. Keep your sex life with that mother out of the child's world. If you are having more than casual sex, if you do feel some commitment to her, have a relationship with her children. They need you.
Ultimately, I'd rather jerk off in the bathroom and be a good influence on the kids than fuck that woman two sheets of 1/2 inch drywall away from the impressionable mind of a child. That's how i would handle it. What the fuck. I'm an idiot though. Your post makes me so sad. For real.
Post of the century. I heart you. Seriously.
Have I tooooold, you late-ly, that I love you?