A Letter send True Experience to the incestbiard.. from Spartacuz
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I appreciate the fact that we are not alone in the Philippines that is exercising an intimate incestuous relationship between a mother and a son.
Sorry but we cannot risk our lives by publishing our photos nor attend to sexual orgy with others. My Mom and I had this vows that we have remain secret, and discreet. I just had to share this to know if we wave the same case here in the Philippines.
As I said, we have no regrets of what happened and what is still happening between us. I love every minute having my mom as a lover the moment we started it in 1995.
Last week only, we did again there in Manila, when I accompanied her to attend a gathering in financial banking. She still introduced me as the Son and I am proud of it.
I was her chapperon, alalay per say, so all I did was to watch her during the party. That night, she wore a never seen, black evening dress accentuated her slim body. You can never tell that my mom is now 50 years old now.
When we were in the taxi back to the hotel, I had to caress her lovely bare legs.. and smell thus perfume in her neck that is killing me to keep "up" for the past hours.
When I was inside her that night, I saw her drop a tear in her eye. Asking me, "tumatanda na ako, gusto mo pa rin ba ako?..
I stopped and kissed her full and said.. "walang katapusan.."
Dont know how many times we came to each other that night, all I know is that we were both exhausted in the morning, and woke up by 12nn.
It was the most sensual, erotic sex we had that moments, after several years of doing it.
We do not do it so often, like sex maniacs or sex starve person, we want to do it full of love and passion. She once told me that I am the best of what I do to her every time. Though most of what I know, was only and firstly used to her alone. She had never eaten down there, that I had only seen in some porno movies. Eventually she become addicted to my tongue, from the time I started eating her til she comes.
I put it in all words, how this actually started. I know it was when she became lonely after my dad left us for another woman in 1990. (He was shot to death three years later, by unknown gunman.) I had a sister, but in 1994 she married an American and had moved there, never returned since then. She only called, nor say high trough broadbands with her family.
It was her loneliness I know when, sometimes in October of 1995, after a typhoon and all was power was out for almost a week, that I think I remember It started.
I am sleeping in the middle of the night when I felt something is rubbing me with some wet and sticky thing down on me. My shorts were down, and I had a full blown erection. I realized after snapping my senses that my mom was standing beside my bed, she was holding her nightgown to her waist, her left foot on the floor, the other up in by my bed.
She was grinding her wetness into my hardness. It was just rubbing not inserting but I remember being stiff. I did not move, nor did alarm her of my awareness. Her eyes were closed, not making any loud sound but her breathing is heavy.
