I was a happy man. Around thirty. With a great job. And a nice place to stay. That I shared with the love of my live: A hot woman around 50. A natural beauty. Big tits, an even bigger ass, a nice big round belly and some beautiful face. She was my everything. And I was the same to hers. And the we gave a damn on the fact that she was my mother, or that I was her son. We just accepted us. We accepted our great, kinky and very, very sexual relationship.
We have been together for more than ten years back then. Well not officially, because it took us about three years to tell dad about it, and yes he called us some perverts, but well, it probably just was another big turn on for mom and me. After we told him, dad just left me and mom, and to protect her, he took my younger sister with him. It hurt to see my sister go. And it hurt my mom even more. We were hoping to keep some contact, but dad dragged her some place safe from our influence. It was the prize mom and I had to pay to be with each other.