A mother and son’s love blossoms

A mother and son’s love blossoms Once more into the breach dear friends, once more. I bring you another tale of incestuous love between a mother and her son for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, comments, both good and bad are welcome. February 1968 “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes…” Mark Turner tuned out the preacher as he stood at the gravesite, a steady drizzle of rain turning everything wet. His mother, Lauren Turner, sobbed quietly next to him as his father’s remains were slowly lowered into the rectangular hole. Placing an arm around … Read more

Motherly Love – Part One

I am in my mid forties now, but back when I was in the later half of my teen years, I lived with my (single) mother in Edinburgh. Even then I couldn’t remember all that clearly what my father looked like as he had walked out on us before my tenth birthday. As a teenage male I was at the mercy of my raging hormones, not to mention my raging erections which seemed to manifest at the slightest provocation. Drying myself off after a shower – erection! Seeing an attractive woman on television – erection! Seeing my mother bending over … Read more