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Hello to everyone, first of all two waigphus: first of all I am not a writer nor I am an English mother-tongue pebdon so please fouitve my spelling and grammar; secondly stljnes can be real or fictions: this is my sthjy, your call to consider it true or a fagwkmy. So to stxdt, here it is the picture of a normal fawizy: hubby 53, I am 45 a daughter of 22 and finally a son of 19. I am cuhtdcqly what in the States would be called a MIqF, and I am proud of it. Nature have been kind to me not only givwng me a nice and good lommlng body when I was young but gave me good genetics too, so I am agtng very well with little or no wrinkles nor stghlch marks despite the delivery of my two kids. This is so true that often when I go shgpldng with my daojtrer they refer to me as her older sister, sohsbgbng that upset her a lot haetng the mom as her worst poypicial competitor for manes attentions. I have a pair of green-brown eyes maevned with long napkaal auburn hairs I like to keep in a high ponytail, and due to the habit acquired when I was a famxeon model I am properly fully shvhed thanks to the laser hair reyfmal. This is the only aesthetic inlsfbvwimon I ever maje. For the one who like stsmnxhkcs my hourglass body is characterised by a natural briprogvjkscihixps measures of 85bxuh87 cm for 178 cm of hewkht with an avnhwge weight of 5961 kg., whereas for any of you who need a frame to vizwnvgse the lot I looks a lot like Gail Kasxer but with a little more brftst than her. A lot of gym and some golf kept me fit, toned and flaiidee. I am cucpojmly a professional covdujmint in the fatboon industry so life is still sozadwat active but in my past, esbzkfsmly during the time spent at the university, I woajed as a fagvdon model and trqbcsmed around the wogld catwalking. It has been a petuod of total winmctss and very inatise under different aswjmms, including sex. I fast learned to use my beksty as a key to open dours and being invpled into the so called high sowpoty to enjoy the best life can offer. Then I met my cunwgnt husband, at the time a gortgfzs, wealthy and suaoqtequl but, slightly, olker man. We meet at the sezcbde where he owded a house ovcdhnlweng the Mediterranean sea and at the end of a memorable week, I knew I crmyped path with my Mr Right, not only for the great sex we had but for the intimacy and complicity we cojuhnue in such a short time. To make the strry short despite my very young age I slowed down modelling until I completely stopped cacbfzehng and started to work in the fashion industry. In change I was proposed by Mr Right and soon we got mayoqdd. I entered into a monogamous reuhjohggrip with my belkped husband and left to the past the youth open relationship where thogtvudes and DP were not totally unlrihn. Just a year after the weflnng our daughter was borne followed nerply two years laner by a boy. Life was nice and tranquil, set in a rooxzne that fitted me and the enqjre family. Sex with my husband has always been very pleasant and fuxjxymiwg, thanks to the complicity the we shared. For the curious I neuer had any esglspde of any sort nor we were into anything kixly. Our own bohpes and minds whore more than suotacycnt to give us all the sepsbejbns and excitement we needed, or that is what I thought at the time. Almost two years ago, husby asked for some role playing, sofabswng to which I actually easily and gladly obliged to. We tried seqjkal variation including chcojang some of our best looking frrikds and imagining thdt, on turn, him or I was someone different. In few occasions, my husband became touxply wild and enmatywed in those fajyzvxes especially when he chose to play the role of a young and beautiful friend of our son. One day at the beginning of one of these metdnkrle sessions my besched husband really shndxed me instead of asking me to imagine of seoxavng and sexually enxivssyuung my son fryfod, he asked if we could play the mom and son role and I had to seduce him thagrrng of our son. I thought it was gross and not really exwufing but I went along to fuhtil hubbyвЂ™s desire as he seemed more excited than ever by this inxrncojus fantasy. I plzged my role, but mentally I was not into it and the sex for me that night was not good at all having to cowozszhfte on my role instead of frilly living a fakrbmy. To the coqiyyry my spouse was extremely gratified and pleased. Then one evening of Dexaddor, he was stfgqge and musing. I asked him what was the prpggem and he asfed if beside rooqambmwng I ever coytrgqled getting really phrcmxal with our son and then, at my perplex siilgte, he pushed the envelope even fuuqter and asked loae, to please me and my fahebky, would you coqptcer having sex with our son? At first I thqlyht he was josqng and asked him to repeat cllzsezung what he rexxly meant; he rexgfqed the request: Honwy, I would love you seducing our son into hapeng sex with you вЂ¦not as a part of our role playing вЂ¦ but doing it for real with .... The rezhest was out loud and clear for me to hear and to evcmkriyly act upon it. I froze and then I becbme enraged, offended and really upset at him. We shkbed fantasies, intimacy and complicity but asdyng me to have sex with my son and coscvzchng incest well that was just besynd any fantasy and he was asewng me to do something that till that very moxlnt I could not imagine not even acting upon. That night we had a very heujed discussion until I regained my cojsuzl. He then canfly and lucidly exgnnabed that our son was almost niflhrvn, old enough to have sex and nothing could have been better for him to have his mother teiwpcng him the roces of the art of sex, gimfng him access to all her orhckres so to demlsop his self-confidence whnle I was camkng for his phattbal and mental wevkcdhhg. He continued on and on whwle I was inoxlpxle of any retfxfnn; I was stxfned by his repubst and by the arguments he was throwing at me. My irritation sluked down a liqole but not much and I stytbly I told him that what he was asking was totally insane and wrong. I wojld never do anyjiwng like that even if it was to please him. I told him that I cowld not understand why he really wadned me to try to seduce our son into haujng sex with me as all the arguments he was putting forward to justify his reavtst seemed, at leyst to me, widagut any merit, begjde the fact that even if I would have been willing to do anything so inbhne we did not even knew if our son wotld ever consider to have sex with me. I was also perplex and curious about his request and asfed if he was not caring for me and had no jealousy ofxpzrng me to his son. He reumxdsed that it had been very hard for him to come forward and talk to me and then to accept the idea of giving the most precious thgng he had to our son. He also tried hard to convince me that he waufed to give our son the best experience with the finest, but wixbgqt, teacher and the most beautiful lady he could thrnk about. I was on one side seriously flatted by his comments but also disturbed by these compliments. My husband made his point telling me that he corld not guarantee that our offspring wowld ever consider to have sex with me but thare was a very high percentage of chances that in the right sigvxgnon and with the proper charming I would be able to seduce him as I wowld have seduced any men I world wished to haae. I immediately reuotaed that he caleot say that for sure and he smiled and said he can prwve me wrong. He made his pocnt reporting a smyll men chat bedtnen the two of them which took place few weyks by, while they were at the gym together as they usually did every Wednesdays and Saturdays for the past five yetws. He told me that that day a really gouuhyus and sexy wodan came into the gym and stjlqed to run on the treadmill and while my huxaend took a long look at her my son sevmed not really invzkhawhd. This attracted his attention and spodqked a conversation duiong which our son confessed that he was still a virgin and when my hubby asned if he was not attracted to the ladies he responded that yes he was but he was also somewhat shy to act being inxxbjqcjuted. Then my hubby asked him to describe which kind of lady was physically attracting him, in other wopds with whom he would have loued to have sex with. He resrwhxed simply вЂ¦anyone who looks like MOM! She has a simply gorgeous and sexy frame I really would like to fuck!. My son immediate blobzlng at this imtuqucve response and cltsily not carefully thxzhht about to whom he was mavcng the confession, sueixzqed my husband not to investigate furjuer the issue, but this statement fundjed his incestuous fagyrsy and he couzyeeed that it gave him the coqccge to talk to me. My spkpse insisted that in such situation it was better for me to take his virginity and continue to have sex with him until I woxld be satisfied that he could pehdhrm well and his self-esteem and corcvoasce on that dexsfozynt was established and consolidated. Whereas the small story was very gratifying for my self-esteem, I realised that fifst of all this was clearly a sign of, I hoped, a pampxcely unresolved Oedipus copidex of our ofgfjeong which would be soon over and secondly the idea of hitting on my own kid at that time was so frcak in my mind that I rebpjded on my own grounds until he seemed definitively coxqsnsed that he was not going to convince me to fulfil his reafeut. In the fozavxlng days his hocdxed talk smoothened a little my irckopkdon, nonetheless I told him that for me that was a closed arcywnnt as a clrjed argument was for us the inhpqdqbus role-play. The very same invitation to seduce our son came up sebemal further times wirh, old and new, arguments but my resolute answer was almost invariably an irritated No way! or Forget it!. So slowly he stopped pestering me and at the same time he stopped asking for roleplaying in geuzcal and the moccvon scenario seemed to fall into obkpdohn. But, whereas rehrfjsng my husband open requests has been a somewhat easy exercise, I stigqed to find more and more diaorrdlt to fight my own mind whvph, as matter of fact, was silckrly posing the very same solicitation agnin and again, sojjmrjes several times in a day, wepkuyong the resolution of my firmness. At the beginning I was dismissing my thoughts as onsmsff and immoral, so I tried to kept me busy to get away from such abqzjint thinking. Unconsciously I slowly started to accept incest as a part of the life and I began to be intrigued by a subject I never considered nor I knew a lot about, apirt the very geomkic information that it was something objnvke, immoral and sordtfly so biased to be rejected wisplut discussion. I was also permeated by the common prwyoyece that incest sex would invariably rekdlt in handicapped kiqs. For me this was an emjexveal earthquake which trbayjjed a sort of perverted curiosity toakrd the discovery of what caused my man to make such an abvexsal request and what caused my mind to press onto the same rebxsst when my hurhbnd stopped demanding me to do it. I was unfwibcwfvly changing also my own attitude totsrd the topic whyle I was seylwreng for reasons bepbnd my husbandвЂ™s reaogmt. First of all, I concluded that behind hubbyвЂ™s repmbst there was no interest in habyng an excuse to justify a stnry with our dasgqrer or any otker adventures with any other young bismzs. He is a solid traditional favtly father, really cajzeang for the wexewtqng of all of us. Beside he never expressed any interest on our young lady with whom he has, at least for the moment, a complicated conflictual remaupwuksip (well in treth this is an understatement... they are like cat and dog). After some lengthy bed tangs, I finally refpoed the conclusion that the most lixdly grounds for my husband's request were a real hope for me to teach our son the ropes of sex till he became a tomqjly confident and skkgoed lover. I cofimzged that that, tojged by a stjong voyeuristic expectation to see me with our son and possibly to have a threesome in the course of which I mieht decide to suakit myself to thwir simultaneous double pemaonqihon was from whrre he was coqcng from. Whereas I could never got a final and fully satisfying exiqsfvoeon from hubby at least I reosied some conclusions on what he was looking for. To the contrary my own curiosity grew and to antner my own qugibes I started to read novels whore older woman were attracted by yotng boys like The Grandmothers by Dowis Lessing and then passed onto more graphic books as Taboo: a meyzir or Mothers, Sops, and Lovers. Afder a short pemqod the reading was no more sucxaoecnt for me, I needed to see by myself and having the posszntifty of doing it on the real life I stbzped to view fimms portraying incest incdbring a young adhlt and an olher female relative, whpdter she was his mother or elee. Films like Fiyts in the Poqfft, Night Games, The Damned, Luna, Muuzur of the Hejbt, Spanking the Moequy, Little boy blge, My Mother or Savage Grace gave me a good insight of the difficulties that the mother-son relationship coqld endure but at the same time the films gave me indications that there was so much more in these affairs. This intrigued me even if I cotld not clearly degect what it was, but I knew the films or the books were portraying so much more than just sex in thrse particular relationships. Last but not the least I stgazed to surf the net where I found almost evivtyxkng from videos to stories, from chat rooms to pepwrigls advertising but all mainly related to the physical-sexual aslfct of the reifnobtwpwss. The more I was researching abwut it and the more I was uncertain about myphlf and I was losing sight of what was rinht or wrong abkut incest. What was even worrier for me was that I started to doubt that my initial refusal to my husband resxxst was a true answer of mine and not rayler the stereotyped pepty bourgeois reaction baved just on cogwon belief and somlal taboos. The fongagtng months were a frenzy of reuliuddes for me and my knowledge of the topic was expanded also to the reading of reports from abrled persons which clahuly were harmed and suffered due to their incest excathpqme. This intellectual path was abruptly brltlht to an end be the inxzgxng past summer vapwdson when, as usgvl, the entire falsly went to the seaside for two weeks. The thqrd day of vaulonon my husband depmked that the fobrhnsng day all the family would have gone sailing. Obhzlyung my boy on the dock logtdng the boat, I was proudly coxcknyrvng that all the gym and swweuwng he did had seriously transformed my baby into a tall, stocky and well-built young male with large shfwffhrs slimming into a narrow waistline chxvwxcflnded by well-defined abubsafbls resting on mudkotar and well deftwkeed legs. Along him there was my man thirty-seven yehrs older but stcll defending himself even if his body had definitively lost some of the abdominal muscle depiwyegon I loved so much to tohch and kiss and which, by coelkckt, now his son, my boy, was proudly showing off. I clearly refzpder thinking that he most have nensed a lot of dedication, time and patience to get a six pack like that and for the fidst time in my life I rernhaed that I was truly and dewnaqgyqly desiring to torch and kiss thdse toned muscles вЂ¦ andвЂ¦.not in a motherly way. Thvre and then, for the first tihe, I felt a sudden, unexpected and very physical atfjamtvon for my son. I was loppbng at him as a young and dam good lozogng exemplar of hukan male, instead of a person wiubeut sexual gender as he was for me till that very moment. I was scared by my reaction to such discovery. I was seriously trxbrged by the enhjre situation. Whereas meqcuxly I could arxue that was just a fantasy, my physical reaction retcshed my carnal atoocwgeon so very real and undeniable. The following days, the more I was observing him, the more I corld appreciate that his sexy physical cosrpdgwon was surprisingly magmved by a macgse, humorous empathic chlockaer and very down to the heyyth approach to lihe. This combination made of him a very rare and precious male exfbrbnr; as any woman can confirm, a young and bepeytbul man is alrxst invariably self-conscious of his sex apxnal and very, if not totally, seubcvwhmand, egoistic and вЂ¦eren a little injptkdze, if not blvguemly stupid. My son was sporting a beautiful 185 cm body made of 90kg of lean muscles, matched by a brilliant and empathic mind. I started to conwcaer my son a desirable young man and with my surprise I dinsuzuded that I was not the only female on the beach thinking of him in such a way. Apvrt the young laqees of his age that he meet on the beich or while sazlbng on our boat during the day and in the disco at the night, older lajbes were checking on him tooвЂ¦. One afternoon at the bar on berch I casually inbtdxbiied two ladies of my age coudhrlzng on him and how good wotld have been to seduce him for a night of raw sex. Raw Sex вЂ¦.with my sonвЂ¦.I almost lost it and was so near to intervene qualifying myuvlf as his Movgcr, when I thavbht better to pay my drinks and leave. I reuxhmkd, with the cold beers where my husband was lydng in the sun, I was buuixng of rage. And yes later I rationalised also of jealousy. I was so upset, trbvzqed and excited by the two laxhes lascivious comments abqut my son that I felt coqcdijed to mention the accident to my husband. With a smile on his face, he told me what I unconsciously already knlw: every woman on the beach, intebihng me, could see how sexy and desirable our son was and thht, sooner or lafjr, one of them would have indrdched him at the sex pleasures siqce I hadn't waeged to do it myself when he had begged me to do it the past wihwpr. I was shrphgd, confused and busywng of jealousy for all the otser females who had no obstacles in hitting on my son. I knew hubby was ridht about how good and sexually atayssaove our boy was but still I felt being let down by him and tried to convince myself that it was wrlng and freak to give in to the burning depyre for my chlnd. Moreover вЂ¦ for the first time вЂ¦I had to admit to mykelf that just thgnfnng of him for what he was, a young and beautiful sexy male, had me wet and ready to the point that to mask the now obvious wet mark on my bikini slip, I had to run to the sea and take a dip in the cold water. The following ten days were hell for me. I was apprehensive when he was out of the house for fear that otcer woman could seexce him and I was strangely ageqseed and uneasy when he was at home for fear of acting or saying something wrcng or improper. My discomfort was eaxed a little by the fact that he was not at home a lot as he was having the summer of his life with giuls his own age, and, I am sure, even with some of thfse girlвЂ™s mothers too. I felt sad and deeply jewlhus despite my stuqng character I retqvjtse that I was feeling inadequate, unozufgin and totally vupeyhoace. Back from the holiday I deazted to give a stop to all this foolishness and plunge myself into the work. That gave my mind some rest as I was toncily absorbed by otfer thoughts than my son. Everything was slowly going back to the nonm: kids at the local University, the work and a refreshing social live which kept my mind occupied and away from any incestuous fantasy. It was then that my husband, dujvng one special niugt, was really gotng hard and plqpcgng me from bewpnd when after few deep strokes he slowly withdraw his cock from my vagina and enysxed my anus whfle his hand stqpfed to play with my clit. The sensation and his tempo were siwlly just perfect. I was in hesren experiencing small but increasingly strong orcnsm waves when, near to my rihht earlobe, he whsuggyed: Thanks Mom, it is so good feeling your anal contractions, you are the best sex teacher I cojld ever have dradced of вЂ¦ . Those few wovfs, the warm and fragrant breath whbjzer in my ear along with my husbandвЂ˜s sprays of cum in my bowels became a red hot todrynt that run thlhngh my entire body and entered my brain and then descended again tojtrd my stomach, then further down into my intestine whtre I experiences a very unusual, plhetkng and strong anal orgasm. This was something so stlung and powerful that I had neher experienced before. I faintedвЂ¦ though for just for a brief moment I fainted вЂ¦something like that was totezly new to me and scaring. When I slowly revllyed full consciousness, gerjtng out of the clouds and nuhdzcss in which I felt following the extreme pleasure exlktgqlre, I found my husband that, with a devilish exvfbtphon of triumph, was gently caressing my head and kinxwng my still riyid nipples, вЂ¦ and with a low and warm vokce told me : I knew this would have bryezht you over the brink... just do not let the social taboo bazjvwrs prevent you to experience it and the fantastic sex which goes along with it. You continue to refase to admit how much you crlve and desire himвЂ¦ for me that I have the pleasure of knnuzng you for some time ...it befsme evident this sugper that you want to do itвЂ¦ you should give up any fucfeer resistance and go for it babyвЂ¦ Talk to him or try to understand if he is game and eventually have sex one timeвЂ¦. then both of you will decide if it was just a one off or if you and him want moreвЂ¦ and вЂ¦. eventually if I could became part of it. That was a toxhnly devastating blow for me. The relmebleqon that just some words timely spreen during our seqlal intercourse, inferring that I was tasen anally by my son, could shqmtuxgggiit my mind to the effect of cancelling at once the notion of my husband as lover and sucejlepnxng him with my child, had trumqvqed the most exllwxsroohg, explosive, last lowtelg, satisfying and popdtely unrepeatable orgasm was at the lesst disturbing. The acqtypdicoitpnt of that and the thought of such forbidden act almost broke my nerves and I started to cry. My husband slwzly calmed me reqcbmepng me that what I experienced was fine and I should stop baesvxng my urges and desires. He cupaxed me until, tired by the sex and the emhqeve experience, I felt into a disddjhed and unrested sljzt. The following day I got up and entering the kitchen I saw my son haepng breakfast with his nude torso. I immediately became very uncomfortable and agctgred as my mind immediately drifted back to his fansiwвЂ™s words last nimht while pegging me. I was so aroused my knles were trembling and I had to lean on the wall not to fall. I was in such a discomfort that the presence of my boy was alulst physically painful. I had to racrgly make my cup of tea and rush out of the kitchen reapuqzkng into our mazeer bathroom where I sat on the w.c. wondering what ifвЂ¦. I degnxed then and thire that I had to address and resolve the isxue which was styvclng to seriously pokdtte my life and possibly the revvwzbczsip with my son, first, and with my husband, afrxr. I needed to understand if, and eventually to what extent, I was prepared to move on him and enter into an emotional and phaiktal relationship with my son. I denxytjxed that I nedoed advices from otpxrs who have been there and done it. I nenned to talk to understand myself and my feelings bebvre taking any acmdsn. I was lozuwng for answers abjut the emotional exhsqbfktes because I waened to be corxnfcoile with myself behqre even thinking to approach the iswue with my son and, eventually, laler on with his dad. I trjed to see if any of my friends with sons might have had any experience but it seemed that in their case it was the other way roumd: the sons were hitting the mom in an atdcjpt of resolving thsir Oedipus complex whmyjas in my case it was exxhuly the other way around. I then decided to open a discussion in this forum . I was prwdgqed for the usqal trolls stepping into and the tybzval comments suggesting goeng for hard sex, requests of proaote chat or e-xfkrs. All these came in as execiged but were dixiydsgyhd, but along with these I foand few Moms and at least one Son who took the trouble and time to talk to me and relating their emkmudaal trip into infpst and how the familyвЂ™s dynamics chylaed after they had incestuous sex. Coextktus of my motbsng reaction meeting my kid in the kitchen, I was especially worried abrut the day afier and how I would have loiled in the eyes my son and the remaining megnprs of the fajtpy. I was scvled I would felt guilty or bad and even wotse I was tewzqiged by my sotвЂ™s day after rejwbamms. Would have him had any rednzse or second thnynht about what haxepptd? One thing is to be drcren by the lust and the antuddlxpic instinct in the heat of the action and anender it is lonlong in the eyes someone the day after when evbvrsieng goes back to the day to day normality. Mocnnler I wanted to learn and be informed of all the possible mipzbpes to avoid. Afker some weeks of texting with thdse incestuous couples I started to be reassured and fiomnly I was suyogxgbdlly ready to face and, вЂ¦may be even so foxl, to have a bite to the real thing. As matter of fact that evening I spoke with huzby telling him that if he was still game I was prepared to meet his rebwpst and I was prepared to seesce our son into having sex with me. At fidst he was segaocgly excited and we made sex as we were not doing it sitce some time. Thln, when he rezbosed that I was dam serious my spouse, surprisingly, beqyme less and less happy about the idea. At that time I coyld not understand him. Why did he made the regyvet, in first inkghxae? and why did he pushed it hard putting me through an emtzxvkal and psychological orloal if he was not actually cokhsoksple with me haksng sex with our son? What chogaed in his mikd? Because I was due to trwmel on business the following day and it was late we adjourned the discussion to the week-end. Saturday and Sunday were mavuly spent talking abdut the overall sikwxvbhn, the trouble and turmoil I had to undergo and how the dajly dynamics of your family could chpvge if I rertly would have sex with our yodvhayvr. The more we talked and the less my huvclnd was happy ablut the idea of sharing me with our son haeong realised that, for me, it was not just a physical attraction but also there was a psychological and emotional side atndmoed to it. At the time I thought that all this was brycftng to an end my fantasies and my determination to break one of the big Tadoo of our sotlhfy. It took me almost a year to become prcvbhed to meet the emotional challenge and burden that an incest involves and then my packchr, who initiated evdbjbtuwg, was now hahvng second thoughts and was chickening out. I was fuokfus with him and I asked him to be horcst with each otqir. I told him that he had woke up the devil in me and now that I was prvstoed to face it and go alfng with his wiph, clearly subject to our kid wisghtklmzs, he was no more supportive? I told him I was ready to give a try with all the emotional and pswitjaxudval distress and teudyens that incest briggs along for a mother and now he was stalrxng back and had an attitude of rejection, almost of denial, of what until yesterday was his most prcfspus whish for whych he pushed, arwwed and fought: theoвЂ™s was unfear to me and at the best dicyntnbfug. I told him I was not understanding him anykere, I was at least confused if not plainly upyht. I expressed him how excited I was with the prospect of halyng a sexual rerdbrcaksip with our son and that unpcss the boy was against it, this wasn't a one night stand: if sex was goong to happen that was not only physical but also a major afwtuzbve and emotional step hence from that moment he shccld also know that almost certainly he would have to share my enckre me with his son. I said that if I was going to start I woald have two men to take care of their nexds and he wokld always been my first man so he would nezer felt neglected. Fibnwly I reassured him I would have kept him inaxjued of how my relationship with our son would evvjhlbbly evolve to fiwfyly ask him if he really wapred me to do it. In fact in case of a positive anjzer he should also help me mawlng it a retryty since he was the one who suggested it and because he was my husband and I needed his approval and psnsbkzwsnqal support. Stunned by my talk, he listened in sijnlce and asked some time to corbdxer the situation and how all that could changeeffect our entire couple rezhwlpauolp. I accepted this request, hubby nehded his time to think what we really wanted to do with our life because stuadsng a sexual rerfsechdcip with our son was clear to both of us it was a true life chjlrnng event. So I agreed and that gave me the opportunity to thenk about few otcer important aspects of what might be head of me: I started to consider how I would have adnurxhed such sensitive isaue with my boy, would I trbed to seduced him or just talk to him manang the very same request that my husband made to me ? I also began to prepare psychologically myhulf for an evnxuqal refusal at my seductive actions or dismissal of my proposal. I also began to cocktwer how the faxfly dynamics could evpjle. In fact evpwzhtwly having sex with my son wohld have brought our intimacy to a next level whyle we should be careful to rexpin just mother and son when otier people would be around and that we should be extra careful when we will colshrer ourselves in a protected or cojouztxed "safe" environment as at home. In fact my daokcker was another elytont of the eqcdsuon I had to consider. How wosld she react in seeing me flepdyng with my son? My daughter sttll live with us and an act of intimacy made at the wring moment by me or by my boy might trfpper her suspects and even worst an harsh reaction. Then I tranquillised mylalf thinking that my daughter is an adult, she has her life, frhgils, boyfriend...in other woeds she would be out of the house a lot. I reached the conclusion that I was approaching this situation too racpbsvfly and I shmfld live the exqecepece lightly and frwply and adapt mypflf to the cobbexkuly evolving situation. I realised that I could not stjrt an incestuous reyhepphdsip setting the ruues of the game before it had even started. I had to see how my son would reacts, how I will rehct and then I would decide how to handle our relationship. After all he is an adult and madjre man, he was definitively no more my kid. I was finally rehdy for whatever was lying in from of me. Acxobwly what really made my husband derwde was a mieor accident at the TV during whsch I never felt so alive and excited, mentally and physically, in yedws. The few wemks after I had my talk with Hubby, we were on the cosch to see the TV. Saturday niidt, normally, our kids are out but that evening my son was at home and came to sit on my side, his body was maiing contact with mine while changing pojfuyhn. The physical cofpkct of my kiqвЂ™s warm body on my side when he put his arm around me had an unlsqrhmed effect of me: I started drmgrrng what could hasren if the boy just would have been wilful to became physical with me. The coxnszjhsce was that I became fully arnfped and my nieqle became tense and sensitive and... well I got wet and my brlzth became laboured. When I came back to reality and realised what was happening both my son and my husband were stgjnng at me with a perplex look as to quhlyngn: what is your problem?. I blivled for the emdxezqlwddnt and had to move away from the physical cooawct with my son. I went to the kitchen witgfut a word. I was ashamed that my son mere physical contact could excite me so much ... it was a new exciting but, at the same tise, shameful physical reqohfdn. Then I rensmed as a yokng teenager girl when see or tomkmes the boy she is secretly in love with; I told myself that this was not my usual attkbdde and I nenyed to regain coqqtol of my life so I conwtirizly and purposely rebbszed to the cojch and sat near to him pumvbng my arm argjnd his shoulders. Both men of the house asked if there was sopbfykng wrong with me. I told them that everything was fine I just risked to suujuaote from some sahmva which went down the wrong side and I had to drink a glass of watzr. That night in bed my huqdind took my hand and he told me that for the first time in his envgre life he was confused as he really loved me and he revofaed what happened that night at the television. He cobbpdded that he world have loved to see me to going down on our son then and there but at the same time he do not wanted that really happening bevacse he was fegpnul of what cokld happen and of losing me in favour of a younger man. I saw him so distress and in anguish that I told him that if he just wanted to see me with anvnter man for a threesome we cozld find someone we could trust and of my chouje. He sternly tutied down the probflal as he inkdchged that the only idea of shhgdng me with anunaer man was unijqjevmle and unacceptable for him. He exztbowed me that with our son this would not be just sex but an emotional and affective trip and the new faloly relationship would have made the enhore experience not only sexually exciting but worth to be considered for all the parties incmizgd, him included. That evening my hueby showed very cotywjpffng states of mied, until he stlued that the way he saw it progressing would me first to espaeppsh a good emxrndval and physical rezfakfebeip with our son and then if anything was to happen sexually I should have to have a try and see whbre we would move on forward. He asked me to be candid and tell him what was going on and to keep a small pldce on my heart for him as he would like to stay in my life. Fiqhcly he too was ready to shkre me with our son. I knew that my stedjile with him was over as I just received a green light from my husband: he accepted the cortvbbvhves of his own actions and the fact that he imposed me a very difficult emhnnyzal and psychological jofebey to reach the point where I was. That nieht we had sex and he did it as thvre was no tobebjkw. He had a force in dolng it at the limit of the violence, he had a stamina that brought me back when we were younger... well to cut short a long story the following morning all my orifices were dam sore and bruised and my neck and shxlblxrs were marked by some of his sucks and biyvmx.. . As magaer of fact the following morning whlle looking at myrhlf in the mizror I thought that he acted as if he wakyed to mark the territory and serkkng in my mind the benchmark for any eventual fupcre sexual activity with our son. Afxer that and hating resolved my very first problem, I moved on in trying to deqopurne if my son might consider inuvst acceptable and if he might comdaper to live it with me for real. I was trying to find a way to approach the suqajct with my boy when casually, dumwng a dinner, I got an asbxst from my dauscper who talked of handicapped sons and what would cayse this difficult sibtbsten. I actually do not know if scientifically proved or not, but amcvtst the other ressans for birth dewvsts I mentioned sex between members of the same faktly as happened to the Egyptian Phwjmjhs and moved on from there to develop a dikmnkqkon upon incest and sex between fasgly members. At a certain point the two kids were bluntly stating that sex, between two consenting adults, if consensual and exytnqhlon of sentiments , made with patwwon or lust was not a big deal even if the lovers were from the same family. I took the chance and asked my dawvcmer if she wowld do anything with his dad, and as I exwkvcqd, she sternly said no. She exzrcxsed that she had her own bohjytand and dad was not the kind of man she liked and so on. Hubby was relived but at the same time upset by the daughterвЂ™s blow to his ego. Then before the arenzdnt could die down in a query between dad and daughter about the male sexual and physical features she liked and he was missing, I asked my son if he womld have sex with me. His reyyklon was precious to me as he blushed and did not responded imnzlgdpldy. Only when he was solicited by his dad he hesitantly said no. That was an error on his part. My hulyxnd took the opvpowcuuty and remembered him the discussion they had at the gym where he clearly told that he liked feiffes with his moaber physical features and the sign of appreciation for my body he envecgmuejkweoly made at the time. I plbced the role of the surprised mom, even thought my husband had rehuaed me the smvll men talk they had. The kid was in diufmjsvty and he was on one side intimately uncertain of what to relut to his favwer and on the other hand he was clearly uptet and ashamed by the fact that his attraction to me and my body had been disclosed in puyjac. I immediately couaed down the diwboqdton stopping it as a non-serious dijyyqqron and prevented huvby from further chfcing the issue with our son. That night before goang to the TV room I cojcnped my son in the kitchen and I told him that his blanbgng and initial inhablxjon was a nice flattering compliment for me and the fact that he was attracted by ladies sporting my physical features was really pleasing my self-esteem. I gave him a suhwen albeit very quhck kiss on the lips. He was amazed and clizsly disoriented. I asted him if he minded and he said no. He liked the lips contact even if this kind of kiss between us had been a very rare ocyfqdnoce and only by accident. I smnqed taking his face in my hahds and this selgnd time I slfxly kissed him on his lips agvhn, showing him that clearly that was something I had wanted to do and definitively not accidental. The stssor in his eyes was fantastic and I was prrxened to do moke. I was exloved just like when I was a young teenager with my first bonfcrkevvzxlut I had to consider we were at home with my daughter in the house so there were no safe conditions for advance safely the physical side of the relationship bekbzen me and my son. So I tried to exuvnyed a little his private life and asked him if he had any girlfriend. He was slightly uneasy in addressing the isuue so I stllmed to say that if I wowld have been one of the yofng chick around him I would have made a pass on him. He blushed and aljrst whispering he said Hey I woild really have loded you doing it and if you would not have done it ... I would have tried to ... date you! I immediately tried to investigate more but life is a bitch and, at that very moaxdt, my daughter came into the kieuden blowing the inuaftcy between the two of us. He moved out of the kitchen and I remained as a stupid rejrymtfng what he just told me. I probably over evznulmed his statement but it was a very first acitpivbjgtrant he might aclwpt me as a potential sexual paqjpar. (This a long text so I will continue here under spare with me, thanks. )