In due course the inevitable happened, and mother announced she was pregnant. That was a bit stomach churning at first, but seeing how happy she was about it, I started to enjoy it too.
She gave birth to a daughter, and in fact I expect to get a visit from her in a couple of day’s time. She works as an air hostess on overseas flights, and always comes to see me when she’s in town.
Since I told mother that I’d never tell, you might be wondering why I’m writing this. Mother died two years ago (From soon after we started to be lovers I never called her mother, but I won’t reveal her name). We were together for nearly fifty five years, and for many of those years we remained ardent lovers. When finally her health declined I became her carer and loved her to the end and beyond.
Since she is now dead I feel free to write something of how we became lovers, and to make the point that not all incest is negative.
I am in my sixties now, and although I could still engage in sexual activity, I don’t really have the inclination. She was the great love of my life, and so it will remain to the end.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the Taylor mum and son.