extrem incest

This is a work of FICTION…

Mom stood before her fireplace, the low glow from the red embers somber to her. Her bruised face still tender from the slap her husband had given her. Such piece and contentment she hadn’t felt for so long. As she stood there, her son lay in the bed just behind her. It’s still hard for her to accept what had happened in that room just night before last… when her son saved her from his father’s fists.

Quietly rising, her son slipped from the soft feather mattress, walking to her. Every time he sees her, he falls more deeply in love with her. Her son came to her; standing behind her he wraps his arms around her body. She leans back against his chest. His mom could feel his beating heart, his absolute love for her was apparent. She tilts her head slightly left as he bows his head to kiss her gently on the neck. Her skin, so soft, only fuels his desires. Not realizing their bodies are moving, they are now facing each other. His mom puts her hands on her son’s face, guiding his lips to hers. They stand there kissing… loving together, as if they are the only two people in the world. He lifts her up into his arms and carries her to their bed. Laying her gently down, they are still in the passion of their love. Mother and son become one person as she envelopes him. They make love together, hours pass, both wanting only to give the other their soul. Her son knows he no longer has control… he looks down into his mother’s eyes and he can see into her heart, just as she can see into his. Their passions flow and the waves of heat pass, yet they remain together, not wanting to break the union which has bound them so strongly.

They wake early, smiles between them. “Good morning momma, I love you” he says. “I love you too baby” she returns. A new day beckons… A new way of life for them both. They both know there is much to do, but neither wants to leave the wonderful place they have created. They are in their own world… their own universe. “You’re beautiful mother” he says, “as are you” she replies. They realize that even through their sleep, the union they formed the night before hasn’t broken and they make love once again. More familiar now with each other, the tides of passion and love come more easily. They tickle and they giggle, rolling and laughing with one another as the warm sun crests over the mountain tops. Mother and son both know they are no longer individuals; they are one… forever…

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There is NO beauty like that of a LOVING MOTHER…