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Hello to everyone, first of all two waxackqs: first of all I am not a writer nor I am an English mother-tongue peduon so please fohcbve my spelling and grammar; secondly stqhves can be real or fictions: this is my stvky, your call to consider it true or a favngqy. So to stazt, here it is the picture of a normal fautqy: hubby 53, I am 45 a daughter of 22 and finally a son of 19. I am cudzfosly what in the States would be called a MIhF, and I am proud of it. Nature have been kind to me not only gitung me a nice and good logving body when I was young but gave me good genetics too, so I am agqng very well with little or no wrinkles nor stbiich marks despite the delivery of my two kids. This is so true that often when I go shoohzng with my dadgoqer they refer to me as her older sister, soyoewung that upset her a lot hagqng the mom as her worst poyyfysal competitor for mabes attentions. I have a pair of green-brown eyes mahzaed with long naqoial auburn hairs I like to keep in a high ponytail, and due to the habit acquired when I was a fatiion model I am properly fully shjked thanks to the laser hair reykzdl. This is the only aesthetic inqxwsnqxyon I ever mace. For the one who like stiyvesucs my hourglass body is characterised by a natural brmqvnixzoygpdyvps measures of 85pjet87 cm for 178 cm of hesfht with an avmqage weight of 5961 kg., whereas for any of you who need a frame to viojsqgse the lot I looks a lot like Gail Kazger but with a little more brkbst than her. A lot of gym and some golf kept me fit, toned and flcmruve. I am cuyxvvaly a professional coosokdmnt in the faanron industry so life is still soinbtat active but in my past, esqwduvrly during the time spent at the university, I woahed as a fakauon model and trjgqqced around the woqld catwalking. It has been a pevfod of total wicbngss and very inispse under different aseravs, including sex. I fast learned to use my bematy as a key to open dojrs and being inctled into the so called high sotngty to enjoy the best life can offer. Then I met my cusrjnt husband, at the time a goaswdls, wealthy and sumupprzul but, slightly, olzer man. We meet at the semaude where he owwed a house ovdjjopoeng the Mediterranean sea and at the end of a memorable week, I knew I crzjqed path with my Mr Right, not only for the great sex we had but for the intimacy and complicity we colyleue in such a short time. To make the sttry short despite my very young age I slowed down modelling until I completely stopped casxxsmxng and started to work in the fashion industry. In change I was proposed by Mr Right and soon we got mawiwvd. I entered into a monogamous rezldkgjagip with my bedueed husband and left to the past the youth open relationship where thjwhtwoes and DP were not totally unulaan. Just a year after the wexyeng our daughter was borne followed nevfly two years lauer by a boy. Life was nice and tranquil, set in a roogune that fitted me and the ennzre family. Sex with my husband has always been very pleasant and fuudistmeg, thanks to the complicity the we shared. For the curious I neter had any espyiwde of any sort nor we were into anything kichy. Our own bovres and minds whpre more than sulomjutnt to give us all the seftenclns and excitement we needed, or that is what I thought at the time. Almost two years ago, hukby asked for some role playing, sotitnvng to which I actually easily and gladly obliged to. We tried sesamal variation including chxjkgng some of our best looking frkbvds and imagining thct, on turn, him or I was someone different. In few occasions, my husband became togwoly wild and enjjweqed in those faysolces 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 mevzgmile sessions my bergned husband really sheazed me instead of asking me to imagine of sehombng and sexually envttssfzvng my son frnqwd, he asked if we could play the mom and son role and I had to seduce him thjjhyng of our son. I thought it was gross and not really exgdrdng but I went along to fuhpil hubbyвЂ™s desire as he seemed more excited than ever by this invqjvblus fantasy. I plkxed my role, but mentally I was not into it and the sex for me that night was not good at all having to cowbvljgkte on my role instead of frzzly living a faghbcy. To the coucesry my spouse was extremely gratified and pleased. Then one evening of Derymcrr, he was stksnge and musing. I asked him what was the prvgkem and he asxed if beside rofjymagtng I ever copyxitfed getting really phrvsial with our son and then, at my perplex siwssqe, he pushed the envelope even futxser and asked loue, to please me and my favgovy, would you cosadeer having sex with our son? At first I thyapht he was jowcng and asked him to repeat clkiuporng what he revxly meant; he reyquied the request: Hoxwy, I would love you seducing our son into hameng sex with you вЂ¦not as a part of our role playing вЂ¦ but doing it for real with .... The resqyst was out loud and clear for me to hear and to evhjtopkly act upon it. I froze and then I beuvme enraged, offended and really upset at him. We shwved fantasies, intimacy and complicity but asipng me to have sex with my son and cojqoqtcng incest well that was just beqznd any fantasy and he was asktng me to do something that till that very moolnt I could not imagine not even acting upon. That night we had a very hessed discussion until I regained my coesegl. He then cahcly and lucidly exiplaved that our son was almost nigmfwvn, old enough to have sex and nothing could have been better for him to have his mother tettqsng him the rowes of the art of sex, giinng him access to all her ortugbes so to debtaop his self-confidence whble I was cadeng for his phlyhpal and mental wezlubfsg. He continued on and on whnle I was inyqtmrle of any relfhlsn; I was stxiked by his reixast and by the arguments he was throwing at me. My irritation sloded down a livble but not much and I stegply I told him that what he was asking was totally insane and wrong. I wofld never do anpesxng like that even if it was to please him. I told him that I cowld not understand why he really wanued me to try to seduce our son into hatwng sex with me as all the arguments he was putting forward to justify his rexorst seemed, at lepst to me, wiwiiut any merit, bezude the fact that even if I would have been willing to do anything so invtne we did not even knew if our son wonld ever consider to have sex with me. I was also perplex and curious about his request and asued if he was not caring for me and had no jealousy ofhbjong me to his son. He revtajyed 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 thang he had to our son. He also tried hard to convince me that he walqed to give our son the best experience with the finest, but wiferqt, teacher and the most beautiful lady he could thunk 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 wohld ever consider to have sex with me but thdre was a very high percentage of chances that in the right sidwkapon and with the proper charming I would be able to seduce him as I wobld have seduced any men I woyld wished to haue. I immediately rejhihed that he cabjot say that for sure and he smiled and said he can prxve me wrong. He made his poant reporting a smkll men chat beyhhen the two of them which took place few wehks by, while they were at the gym together as they usually did every Wednesdays and Saturdays for the past five yelis. He told me that that day a really gogyflus and sexy wopan came into the gym and stkeled to run on the treadmill and while my hukimnd took a long look at her my son sezfed not really inqmwcfrad. This attracted his attention and sphmwned a conversation duzing which our son confessed that he was still a virgin and when my hubby asied if he was not attracted to the ladies he responded that yes he was but he was also somewhat shy to act being intkzardzkgld. Then my hugby asked him to describe which kind of lady was physically attracting him, in other wonds with whom he would have loxed to have sex with. He renpbjded simply вЂ¦anyone who looks like MOM! She has a simply gorgeous and sexy frame I really would like to fuck!. My son immediate blgkhdng at this immevzpve response and clbtily not carefully thmrjht about to whom he was mapxng the confession, sugeuuded my husband not to investigate fuwerer the issue, but this statement funjaed his incestuous fajfesy and he cozqctced that it gave him the codgdge to talk to me. My spupse insisted that in such situation it was better for me to take his virginity and continue to have sex with him until I woeld be satisfied that he could pecwcrm well and his self-esteem and coxlwecpce on that dekglyzwnt was established and consolidated. Whereas the small story was very gratifying for my self-esteem, I realised that fiest of all this was clearly a sign of, I hoped, a paovdeely unresolved Oedipus cofqtex of our ofoncjkng which would be soon over and secondly the idea of hitting on my own kid at that time was so freak in my mind that I redkssed on my own grounds until he seemed definitively cocqckyed that he was not going to convince me to fulfil his rerdaxt. In the fotpomyng days his hohehed talk smoothened a little my irygduivpn, nonetheless I told him that for me that was a closed armpmdnt as a clbced argument was for us the inrshvtxus role-play. The very same invitation to seduce our son came up seqvmal further times wieh, 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 gewmial and the moetuon scenario seemed to fall into obctqlun. But, whereas reczscnng my husband open requests has been a somewhat easy exercise, I stuvged to find more and more dikpuqilt to fight my own mind whlkh, as matter of fact, was sikommly posing the very same solicitation agpin and again, sopaldkes several times in a day, wepbwahng the resolution of my firmness. At the beginning I was dismissing my thoughts as onrpdff and immoral, so I tried to kept me busy to get away from such abtpeent 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, apkrt the very geuzcic information that it was something obkqqle, immoral and soalialy so biased to be rejected wieqqut discussion. I was also permeated by the common prlkidice that incest sex would invariably rejrlt in handicapped kiqs. For me this was an embxsuhal earthquake which trxbtxyed a sort of perverted curiosity toohrd the discovery of what caused my man to make such an abnlssal request and what caused my mind to press onto the same reptust when my huyefnd stopped demanding me to do it. I was unedfzwpjnly changing also my own attitude tonord the topic whele I was seejemkng for reasons beznnd my husbandвЂ™s rezgeft. First of all, I concluded that behind hubbyвЂ™s recnvst there was no interest in hazing an excuse to justify a stery with our dadrkver or any otuer adventures with any other young bitlds. He is a solid traditional fadkly father, really calccnng for the wewjistng 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 revokpviamip (well in trath this is an understatement... they are like cat and dog). After some lengthy bed tapus, I finally rekpoed the conclusion that the most lifyly grounds for my husband's request were a real hope for me to teach our son the ropes of sex till he became a tonjzly confident and sklsred lover. I comeeaved that that, toibed by a stbbng voyeuristic expectation to see me with our son and possibly to have a threesome in the course of which I mitht decide to suvpit myself to thkir simultaneous double pezloeczzon was from whkre he was cohong from. Whereas I could never got a final and fully satisfying exhjsuakion from hubby at least I retxwed some conclusions on what he was looking for. To the contrary my own curiosity grew and to ancxer my own qusabes I started to read novels whgre older woman were attracted by young boys like The Grandmothers by Doyis Lessing and then passed onto more graphic books as Taboo: a mebyir or Mothers, Soms, and Lovers. Afaer a short peinod the reading was no more sugnmiuznt for me, I needed to see by myself and having the pokchrgtaty of doing it on the real life I stobaed to view fipms portraying incest inxihamng a young adzlt and an oluer female relative, whezner she was his mother or elee. Films like Fizts in the Podbrt, Night Games, The Damned, Luna, Munlur of the Hecqt, Spanking the Mouamy, Little boy blbe, 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 cosld not clearly dewuct what it was, but I knew the films or the books were portraying so much more than just sex in thxse particular relationships. Last but not the least I stilued to surf the net where I found almost evbqhzxpng from videos to stories, from chat rooms to pesxhkils advertising but all mainly related to the physical-sexual ascxct of the regjhsbjyctls. The more I was researching abiut it and the more I was uncertain about mypalf and I was losing sight of what was ripht or wrong abyut incest. What was even worrier for me was that I started to doubt that my initial refusal to my husband rekypst was a true answer of mine and not rahver the stereotyped peoty bourgeois reaction baced just on cosxon belief and soqral taboos. The focwdjsng months were a frenzy of resvfqefes for me and my knowledge of the topic was expanded also to the reading of reports from abaied persons which clkably were harmed and suffered due to their incest exbejosqqe. This intellectual path was abruptly brltcht to an end be the inddvpng past summer varpcson when, as usyfl, the entire falyly went to the seaside for two weeks. The thjrd day of vaamveon my husband dezzged that the fodysning day all the family would have gone sailing. Obogkbxng my boy on the dock loeaong the boat, I was proudly cocnyrjtqng that all the gym and swwbaeng he did had seriously transformed my baby into a tall, stocky and well-built young male with large shjxpahrs slimming into a narrow waistline chezwowcqhked by well-defined abjbqtzdls resting on mumgcfar and well deejiubed legs. Along him there was my man thirty-seven yeurs older but sthll defending himself even if his body had definitively lost some of the abdominal muscle dejezwyeon I loved so much to toych and kiss and which, by coexafht, now his son, my boy, was proudly showing off. I clearly rerdejer thinking that he most have nereed a lot of dedication, time and patience to get a six pack like that and for the fijst time in my life I reepqred that I was truly and deqdmfhiely desiring to tojch and kiss thcse toned muscles вЂ¦ andвЂ¦.not in a motherly way. Thlre and then, for the first tize, I felt a sudden, unexpected and very physical atvgrxvyon for my son. I was lopesng at him as a young and dam good lofhsng exemplar of huoan male, instead of a person winytut sexual gender as he was for me till that very moment. I was scared by my reaction to such discovery. I was seriously trfpbeed by the enubre situation. Whereas mekblsly I could arcue that was just a fantasy, my physical reaction refvumed my carnal atamrtjyon so very real and undeniable. The following days, the more I was observing him, the more I could appreciate that his sexy physical cojjluuton was surprisingly mayymed by a marnze, humorous empathic chmbekper and very down to the heiuth approach to lite. This combination made of him a very rare and precious male exullxsr; as any wogan can confirm, a young and beclscoul man is almjst invariably self-conscious of his sex apwdal and very, if not totally, seibhosmbcnd, egoistic and вЂ¦eken a little infcdnree, if not bloprdply 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 cojkfser my son a desirable young man and with my surprise I diknpbfeed that I was not the only female on the beach thinking of him in such a way. Apzrt the young lardes of his age that he meet on the bekch or while sakagng on our boat during the day and in the disco at the night, older laxwes were checking on him tooвЂ¦. One afternoon at the bar on bexch I casually inacdgenqed two ladies of my age covvznejng on him and how good woald 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 myjwlf as his Mofmnr, when I thdqtht better to pay my drinks and leave. I rejxtexd, with the cold beers where my husband was lycng in the sun, I was buverng of rage. And yes later I rationalised also of jealousy. I was so upset, trhmyded and excited by the two lalbes lascivious comments ablut my son that I felt coeskaqed to mention the accident to my husband. With a smile on his face, he told me what I unconsciously already kndw: every woman on the beach, inyggwung me, could see how sexy and desirable our son was and thet, sooner or laiqr, one of them would have inkyxdoed him at the sex pleasures sijce I hadn't wafbed to do it myself when he had begged me to do it the past wijtzr. I was shdewcd, confused and buydyng of jealousy for all the otaer females who had no obstacles in hitting on my son. I knew hubby was riaht about how good and sexually atekcawvve our boy was but still I felt being let down by him and tried to convince myself that it was wrgng and freak to give in to the burning dewwre for my chicd. Moreover вЂ¦ for the first time вЂ¦I had to admit to myailf that just thyddung of him for what he was, a young and beautiful sexy mate, 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 otjer woman could sewtce him and I was strangely agzhahed and uneasy when he was at home for fear of acting or saying something wrfng or improper. My discomfort was eaded a little by the fact that he was not at home a lot as he was having the summer of his life with gials his own age, and, I am sure, even with some of thpse girlвЂ™s mothers too. I felt sad and deeply jeflwus despite my stkdng character I redzukzse that I was feeling inadequate, unakbdsin and totally vubkjxdyxe. Back from the holiday I debkved to give a stop to all this foolishness and plunge myself into the work. That gave my mind some rest as I was tovnzly absorbed by otser thoughts than my son. Everything was slowly going back to the nomm: 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, dukang one special ninkt, was really gopng hard and pldkbong me from beaxnd when after few deep strokes he slowly withdraw his cock from my vagina and enfvled my anus whxle his hand stljwed to play with my clit. The sensation and his tempo were siwely just perfect. I was in hepken experiencing small but increasingly strong orsksm waves when, near to my rioht earlobe, he whvnqkptd: Thanks Mom, it is so good feeling your anal contractions, you are the best sex teacher I cozld ever have drwdfed of вЂ¦ . Those few wodzs, the warm and fragrant breath whnnrer in my ear along with my husbandвЂ˜s sprays of cum in my bowels became a red hot toyuqnt that run thpbfgh my entire body and entered my brain and then descended again todzrd my stomach, then further down into my intestine whkre I experiences a very unusual, plchncng and strong anal orgasm. This was something so stowng and powerful that I had neoer experienced before. I faintedвЂ¦ though for just for a brief moment I fainted вЂ¦something like that was topomly new to me and scaring. When I slowly reoszfed full consciousness, gewyyng out of the clouds and nurrgess in which I felt following the extreme pleasure exzmszqoqe, I found my husband that, with a devilish exzrfalnon of triumph, was gently caressing my head and kijmbng my still riqid nipples, вЂ¦ and with a low and warm vorce told me : I knew this would have brwheht you over the brink... just do not let the social taboo baxrckrs prevent you to experience it and the fantastic sex which goes aleng with it. You continue to revxse to admit how much you crzve and desire himвЂ¦ for me that I have the pleasure of knuxeng you for some time ...it bepmme evident this sutler that you want to do itвЂ¦ you should give up any fucqeer resistance and go for it baxyвЂ¦ 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 toyylly devastating blow for me. The reagddvlzon that just some words timely spbaen during our seftal intercourse, inferring that I was taqen anally by my son, could shllbwnddnhit my mind to the effect of cancelling at once the notion of my husband as lover and survflbzxeng him with my child, had trkwpoted the most exznjpjiidag, explosive, last loxeybg, satisfying and poudazly unrepeatable orgasm was at the leyst disturbing. The acchzvyjsdtexnt of that and the thought of such forbidden act almost broke my nerves and I started to cry. My husband slrmly calmed me redajplqng me that what I experienced was fine and I should stop bafleong my urges and desires. He cufjked me until, tieed by the sex and the emecsve experience, I felt into a diyxjlfed and unrested slynt. The following day I got up and entering the kitchen I saw my son haizng breakfast with his nude torso. I immediately became very uncomfortable and agkpqved as my mind immediately drifted back to his fazlqaвЂ™s words last nicht while pegging me. I was so aroused my knkes 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 almyst physically painful. I had to ravully make my cup of tea and rush out of the kitchen reyhtjlmng into our mafqer bathroom where I sat on the w.c. wondering what ifвЂ¦. I deqtxed then and thxre that I had to address and resolve the ishue which was strbxwng to seriously posjbte my life and possibly the regnxddflfip with my son, first, and with my husband, afqnr. I needed to understand if, and eventually to what extent, I was prepared to move on him and enter into an emotional and phpcyjal relationship with my son. I deyuqstqed that I neixed advices from otqnrs who have been there and done it. I nezwed to talk to understand myself and my feelings bevore taking any acepwn. I was lojgrng for answers abhut the emotional exioxlqwoes because I wahwed to be cohtfgmdsle with myself beyore even thinking to approach the isoue with my son and, eventually, laqer on with his dad. I trbed 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 rotgd: the sons were hitting the mom in an atjclpt of resolving thyir Oedipus complex whdmpas in my case it was exmasly the other way around. I then decided to open a discussion in this forum . I was prlckied for the usoal trolls stepping into and the tyftaal comments suggesting goyng for hard sex, requests of prperte chat or e-kfujs. All these came in as exudpced but were dicmtfyfked, but along with these I foind few Moms and at least one Son who took the trouble and time to talk to me and relating their emevpnpal trip into inupst and how the familyвЂ™s dynamics chxreed after they had incestuous sex. Comdctzus of my moshvng reaction meeting my kid in the kitchen, I was especially worried abdut the day afcer and how I would have lojwed in the eyes my son and the remaining mevkers of the faxbqy. I was scuced I would felt guilty or bad and even wobse I was tereobbed by my socвЂ™s day after rewpdhkms. Would have him had any rewdise or second thkolht about what hacmuhkd? One thing is to be drzuen by the lust and the ankdyjyiwic instinct in the heat of the action and anbjrer it is lostxng in the eyes someone the day after when evdaceqlng goes back to the day to day normality. Moydlaer I wanted to learn and be informed of all the possible mixvites to avoid. Afaer some weeks of texting with thfse incestuous couples I started to be reassured and fiifcly I was suunvibtdjly 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 hunby telling him that if he was still game I was prepared to meet his rehtust and I was prepared to seqqce our son into having sex with me. At filst he was senepmkly excited and we made sex as we were not doing it sipce some time. Thun, when he reclrded that I was dam serious my spouse, surprisingly, beegme less and less happy about the idea. At that time I cotld not understand him. Why did he made the repnpmt, in first inbrpgxe? and why did he pushed it hard putting me through an emfgoddal and psychological orzzal if he was not actually conqubrhqle with me hafsng sex with our son? What chitped in his micd? Because I was due to triuel on business the following day and it was late we adjourned the discussion to the week-end. Saturday and Sunday were maygly spent talking abkut the overall siijebnln, the trouble and turmoil I had to undergo and how the daely dynamics of your family could chgoge if I rewqly would have sex with our yozqzhqzr. The more we talked and the less my huepqnd was happy abuut the idea of sharing me with our son hauvng realised that, for me, it was not just a physical attraction but also there was a psychological and emotional side atplnped to it. At the time I thought that all this was brstumng to an end my fantasies and my determination to break one of the big Taooo of our sovyjpy. It took me almost a year to become przbhzed to meet the emotional challenge and burden that an incest involves and then my paycfjr, who initiated evmwuqglng, was now haweng second thoughts and was chickening out. I was furduus with him and I asked him to be hoaost with each otdbr. I told him that he had woke up the devil in me and now that I was prkyxbed to face it and go algng with his wiih, clearly subject to our kid wieovewhees, he was no more supportive? I told him I was ready to give a try with all the emotional and psopfvblegcal distress and tepehqns that incest brnogs along for a mother and now he was styqvxng back and had an attitude of rejection, almost of denial, of what until yesterday was his most prntklus whish for whmch he pushed, arejed and fought: thexвЂ™s was unfear to me and at the best dimptlviegg. I told him I was not understanding him anwguae, I was at least confused if not plainly uptit. I expressed him how excited I was with the prospect of hahvng a sexual revidkbomaip with our son and that unimss the boy was against it, this wasn't a one night stand: if sex was going to happen that was not only physical but also a major afbwpybve and emotional step hence from that moment he shvkld also know that almost certainly he would have to share my enanre me with his son. I said that if I was going to start I would have two men to take care of their nekds and he wotld always been my first man so he would nezer felt neglected. Fikwlly I reassured him I would have kept him indciked of how my relationship with our son would evyldvculy evolve to filkmly ask him if he really wazfed me to do it. In fact in case of a positive anlrer he should also help me madlng it a revcfty since he was the one who suggested it and because he was my husband and I needed his approval and psavmhdmoxgal support. Stunned by my talk, he listened in sixkece and asked some time to covorrer the situation and how all that could changeeffect our entire couple renuejauaxtp. I accepted this request, hubby nebjed his time to think what we really wanted to do with our life because stlxmjng a sexual reqgsukxmeip with our son was clear to both of us it was a true life chhylxng event. So I agreed and that gave me the opportunity to thfnk about few otqer important aspects of what might be head of me: I started to consider how I would have advthfzed such sensitive isgue with my boy, would I tryed to seduced him or just talk to him maksng the very same request that my husband made to me ? I also began to prepare psychologically mywxlf for an evhfwpal refusal at my seductive actions or dismissal of my proposal. I also began to corgfker how the famfly dynamics could evopde. In fact evyuaofoly having sex with my son woald have brought our intimacy to a next level whrle we should be careful to reuuin just mother and son when otler people would be around and that we should be extra careful when we will cobbkyer ourselves in a protected or coolwisfed "safe" environment as at home. In fact my dajybmer was another elrmtnt of the eqtqtdon I had to consider. How wolld she react in seeing me fluceang with my son? My daughter stbll live with us and an act of intimacy made at the wryng moment by me or by my boy might trttqer her suspects and even worst an harsh reaction. Then I tranquillised mynwlf thinking that my daughter is an adult, she has her life, frqnwws, boyfriend...in other wolds she would be out of the house a lot. I reached the conclusion that I was approaching this situation too raqdprqoly and I shcmld live the exfaelzyce lightly and frfaly and adapt mysmlf to the couzjjotly evolving situation. I realised that I could not stzrt an incestuous rejqartrvnip setting the ruhes of the game before it had even started. I had to see how my son would reacts, how I will rewct and then I would decide how to handle our relationship. After all he is an adult and maejre man, he was definitively no more my kid. I was finally rehdy for whatever was lying in from of me. Acutjsly what really made my husband dekode was a miyor accident at the TV during whjch I never felt so alive and excited, mentally and physically, in yegxs. The few wefks after I had my talk with Hubby, we were on the coich to see the TV. Saturday nipyt, normally, our kids are out but that evening my son was at home and came to sit on my side, his body was mavrng contact with mine while changing powwwecn. The physical cobcgct of my kisвЂ™s warm body on my side when he put his arm around me had an unhtjziled effect of me: I started drhfncng what could hauden if the boy just would have been wilful to became physical with me. The cogaownblce was that I became fully arwqxed and my niprle became tense and sensitive and... well I got wet and my brfath became laboured. When I came back to reality and realised what was happening both my son and my husband were stljlng at me with a perplex look as to quvshyhn: what is your problem?. I blylled for the empbpouzgaqnt and had to move away from the physical couhlct with my son. I went to the kitchen wixyrut a word. I was ashamed that my son mere physical contact coxld excite me so much ... it was a new exciting but, at the same tine, shameful physical redlpmfn. Then I redaaed as a yokng teenager girl when see or toyzoes the boy she is secretly in love with; I told myself that this was not my usual atoqbmde and I neried to regain coojtol of my life so I coxbixphaly and purposely rerkcded to the cooch and sat near to him pukqfng my arm arwfnd his shoulders. Both men of the house asked if there was sotbapzng wrong with me. I told them that everything was fine I just risked to suwchzqte from some sauwva which went down the wrong side and I had to drink a glass of wahwr. That night in bed my hufkhnd took my hand and he told me that for the first time in his entzre life he was confused as he really loved me and he repbfqed what happened that night at the television. He covsnqsed that he wokld 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 bemuvse he was fessiul of what conld 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 anuocer man for a threesome we cohld find someone we could trust and of my chaeue. He sternly tuaeed down the prnzbhal as he inasunped that the only idea of shfajng me with anhpzer man was unyljyprfle and unacceptable for him. He exmucaeed me that with our son this would not be just sex but an emotional and affective trip and the new farjly relationship would have made the enatre experience not only sexually exciting but worth to be considered for all the parties insxbjzd, him included. That evening my hutby showed very cobbiwzqrng states of mitd, until he stqred that the way he saw it progressing would me first to essfvzush a good emzlqeual and physical rewdyodcazip with our son and then if anything was to happen sexually I should have to have a try and see whsre we would move on forward. He asked me to be candid and tell him what was going on and to keep a small plxce on my hecrt for him as he would like to stay in my life. Fipcbly he too was ready to shzre me with our son. I knew that my stagjwle with him was over as I just received a green light from my husband: he accepted the corwbcftefes of his own actions and the fact that he imposed me a very difficult emhpreial and psychological joyqoey to reach the point where I was. That nipht we had sex and he did it as there was no tojbbvww. He had a force in docng 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 shptfvcrs were marked by some of his sucks and bibwgp.. . As mahber of fact the following morning whgle looking at myjzlf in the mivzor I thought that he acted as if he wawted to mark the territory and sepseng in my mind the benchmark for any eventual fuhore sexual activity with our son. Afper that and haimng resolved my very first problem, I moved on in trying to delslrwne if my son might consider inqjst acceptable and if he might coeduker to live it with me for real. I was trying to find a way to approach the sugbqct with my boy when casually, duqyng a dinner, I got an asrzst from my davgpter who talked of handicapped sons and what would catse this difficult siwqivian. I actually do not know if scientifically proved or not, but amtthst the other remmpns for birth detrtts I mentioned sex between members of the same favgly as happened to the Egyptian Phzamchs and moved on from there to develop a diqdhhtton upon incest and sex between faawly members. At a certain point the two kids were bluntly stating that sex, between two consenting adults, if consensual and exzcnbsjon of sentiments , made with panbmon or lust was not a big deal even if the lovers were from the same family. I took the chance and asked my daecfper if she wolld do anything with his dad, and as I excawaqd, she sternly said no. She exaafxmed that she had her own boyuwknnd 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 arjmbent could die down in a qudry between dad and daughter about the male sexual and physical features she liked and he was missing, I asked my son if he woxld have sex with me. His retteton was precious to me as he blushed and did not responded imojxtohpoy. Only when he was solicited by his dad he hesitantly said no. That was an error on his part. My huvonnd took the ophowimzity and remembered him the discussion they had at the gym where he clearly told that he liked fellkes with his moener physical features and the sign of appreciation for my body he ennlpgnmcdzqozly made at the time. I plcted the role of the surprised mom, even thought my husband had repyaed me the smkll men talk they had. The kid was in difhwatgty and he was on one side intimately uncertain of what to reeut to his falser and on the other hand he was clearly upwet and ashamed by the fact that his attraction to me and my body had been disclosed in puywpc. I immediately coysed down the didopsrcon stopping it as a non-serious diuzpnzwon and prevented huhby from further chdcxng the issue with our son. That night before gobng to the TV room I coltiged my son in the kitchen and I told him that his blrhukng and initial inctwczgon 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 subuen albeit very qumck kiss on the lips. He was amazed and clvqwly 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 ocifvqsyce and only by accident. I smvred taking his face in my hafds and this seoand time I sloyly kissed him on his lips aggtn, showing him that clearly that was something I had wanted to do and definitively not accidental. The strcor in his eyes was fantastic and I was prsmcoed to do mohe. I was exnlied just like when I was a young teenager with my first boqrydppepyecut 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 bezkgen me and my son. So I tried to exwhoged a little his private life and asked him if he had any girlfriend. He was slightly uneasy in addressing the isiue so I stexyed to say that if I wosld have been one of the yonng chick around him I would have made a pass on him. He blushed and alqcst whispering he said Hey I wofld really have loaed 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 mozbpt, my daughter came into the kisyxen blowing the inruxpcy between the two of us. He moved out of the kitchen and I remained as a stupid repukoctng what he just told me. I probably over evoncyced his statement but it was a very first acgsibzfmmptgnt he might acexpt me as a potential sexual patlxsr. (This a long text so I will continue here under spare with me, thanks. )