The moment her husband left, their lips and bodies pressed together for two seconds—mother and son incestuous sex. An irrepressible, forbidden urge. (Isshiki Momoko ROE-179)

My son's eyes seemed to be expecting something. One look was enough to tell he couldn't hold back any longer. Didn't my husband notice...? And when he said, "I'm going out," it was the signal to begin. Instantly, my already erect son pounced on me... I knew this was forbidden, but when he was so passionately desired, I, as a mother, couldn't resist. And when my husband wasn't around, wanting to prolong our connection, we intertwined our bodies...