It was more or less 3pm when we finished our brunch and our talk. I said to him that his sister would have been back in more or less two hours’ time and if he wanted to have sex with me a last time today better we moved to go back home. He was an happy puppy and while I settled the bill he rushed out to get the car; the drive home has been one of the fastest I ever had to the point that I had to ask him to slow down because there was no merit in having a car accident missing the quality time head of us. Back home we went straight to my bed where for the next hour or so we had sex in different position so to determine which one he liked most, unsurprisingly he decided for both the “Doggy-Style” for the control he exerted on me and the slapping sound that my buttock would do hitting his lower abdomen and the “Downward Dog” positon as it meant less friction, so less stimulation, for him and he could last longer. Whereas I decide that with him “the Pretzel” was the best as the position was giving me the opportunity of looking at his face while lounging comfortably on my side while enjoying his deep penetrations. Beside that he could easily stimulate my clitoris so to bring me to an orgasm at the unison with him. As most of you know when you are enjoying yourself the time flees and just before 6pm we had to stop to take our showers and get ready for my daughter return. I remembered him being silent about what happened with his sister and if she should asked what we did he should cut short complaining about the shopping I imposed on him to find a red dress for a party. I went to the kitchen to prepare the supper and he returned to his room to study. I do not think he could masturbate no more due to all the friction and stimulation he had over the week-end, I happily smiled at this thought. My daughter came into the house just before dinner was ready and my anxiety about how his brother would have acted slowly dissolved during the evening. He was absolutely clever and played the role of the annoyed son that during the week-end had to do something that was uninterestingly hence very boring. This made the trick and for the few three subsequent days everything was fine and I made sure to have at least on Tuesday the time necessary for a safe rounds of sex with him before my hubby returned from his business trip. What is laying in front of us until our son shall have to move to his new university of choice in six month time, is a period of intense love, mutual attraction, trust, respect, emotional bliss and yes,…definitely, a lot of sex. It took me almost eighteen months to accept the idea of having incest with my own son and doing it, but then, in just few weeks’ time, I happily succeeded in not only taking my son virginity rendering him an expert and attentive lover but he gained such a self-confidence that permitted him to accept the challenge of double penetrating me along with his father giving me some extra-ordinary orgasms and a treasured memory of an unforgettable night of family sex. This has been my story to date. That's the best I can describe what happened to me or even better to us, now is up to you to consider it a true account of the most recent part of my life or a piece of pure fantasy. Last but not the least, I do not know if they are still around, but nonetheless I have a major debt of gratitude with Justin and his mom Sheila and I would like to thanks them acknowledging their precious help and emotional support during the challenging period necessary to cross the son-to-sexual-male mental barrier and then going from there to the true actual incest. If any mom should find this script of any help in moving onto the incest path or leaving it having discovered it is not their cup of tea, I will be happy as I have repaid some of the good I have received. If any mom should need/wish to talk I will be here to answer them to the best of my capacities and in respect of my own experience.