This is not a fictitious story of incest between an eighteen-year-old well-hung stud and his very young mum, as I am forty eight and she sixty-eight years old. This is an actual true account of our incestuous love that which has just recently commenced and shall continue between my mother and I. Before we became lovers we had both been "normal", in that mother and I were both married. She to my father, and myself to my wi...