[Incest] [Continuation] Me and my mother have had a sexual relationship for over a decade now, I’ve never told anyone until now.

I would never tell anyone about my relationship with my mother, except for maybe a therapist, but probably not even then. I suspect however, that my mother has told at least one person, and probably only this one person.

When I was in 11th grade I took an introductory psych course, the teacher was the mother of one of my close friends. She was pretty good looking but about 10 years older than my mother. She had brunette hair, blue eyes, with a slightly busty figure and a kind of a nice ass even though it seemed she didn’t put too much work into her body. She was maybe slightly over weight and 5’4. She was very much an eccentric. Because me and her son had been friends for a long time, my mother became very close friends with her. I always thought she might have suspected something between me and my mother, when I was at her house visiting my friend she would constantly ask me if I was seeing any girls. She even tried to ‘ship’ me with a girl in my psych course but that of course failed. She had a doctorate in Psychology and specialized in Freud. She would very often mention the Oedipus complex and sometimes go on rants about it. She would talk about Freudian interpretations of Hamlet and said that every son in their sub Conscience sexually desires their mother. Her son wasn’t in the class but I believe he took her class another year and I can only imagine how awkward that must have been for him.

[Incest]Me and my mother have had a sexual relationship for about a decade now. I’ve never told anyone until now.

So a little background. My mother came from a wealthy and prominent family in Scotland, her father actually held the title ‘Baron’ and we are also descended from one of the Stuart Kings (I think Charles II). When my mother was 15/16 she began a relationship with a student at a local college, who was 20/21, at age 16 my mother became pregnant with me. My grandfather was obviously very upset but the thought of abortion never seemed to cross anyone’s mind, probably because of their staunch Catholicism. My mother had me when she was 16 and soon after moved in with my father, they lived together for 2 years until he suddenly died from a brain anyeurism. My mother was of course very upset, she moved back in with her father for 2 years until she told him that she couldn’t stand to live in Scotland anymore and wanted to move to America, she told him she would find a job and support herself and I, but while her father was hesitant at first but he eventually gave my mother his wished but he asked that she not work and instead he would buy her a house and give her a monthly income on the premise that she’d find a husband. My grandfather did not think this would be difficult as my mother is very beautiful, she had curly ginger hair, with milky fair skin, green eyes, lucious red lips. She also had a beautiful figure, she was 5’6 with a long neck, curvy, with 32DD breasts.