There is nothing that can match the perfection of sexual coupling between mother and son. It is the fulfillment of a destiny so organic...one which begins when the mother knows she has life within her... life that grows, life that fills her womb. When she feels him move inside her, it fulfills her deepest sense of womanhood.

When she gives birth, there is joy but there is also loss... a physical emptiness. From the bounty of her body, she produces milk. It is rich, warm and white and comes from deep within her. He needs it. In fact, it is the only thing he needs. He learns the warmth of full skin contact with her as he drinks hungrily from her nipples. She learns of his loving touch on her breasts and never forgets.

But then he weans, leaving her with another physical emptiness. Yet he is still her child and he needs her. She nurtures him with loving caresses, envelops him in her warm embrace and comforts him in the softness of her bosom. He responds with kisses, hugs and tenderness and these fill her up. She watches him grow. Deep within, however, they both carry the memories of the physical intimacy they have shared and never forget. As the years go by, the boy matures. He grows tall and his shoulders broad, his voice deepens. In yet another loss for her, he is a boy no longer, and becomes a man. Both mother and son are sharply aware of the change, and the atmosphere between them becomes charged with sexual tension. It re-awakens the mother's sense of womanhood to see her son becoming a man, and stirs all her memories of feeling him inside her.

Meanwhile this is the time of the boy's sexual awakening. His groin springs to life. His youthful cock surges with power, with repeated erections that bring him face to face with his own sexual potential. His balls fill with semen. He begins to see his mother in a different light... as a woman. The lips that kissed him tenderly enclose the mouth and tongue of a sexual being; the breasts that nursed him are capable of hardening with arousal; and the opening to her womb that served as his entry into the world is capable of quaking in orgasm... as well as bringing him to his own. His homing instincts arouse an innate and powerful physical attraction for her. He longs to take his rightful place and knows his cock is the way back.

As does she. Even if only unconsciously at first, she begins to imagine it, fantasize about it, long for it. His erection is the most beautiful thing she will ever behold. Its flesh is the only thing that can restore the feeling of fullness lost so long ago and renew her sense of womanhood. And in perfect symmetry, it is only by entering her as a lover that the son will achieve his manhood... a boy no longer. Now it is his body that produces the rich, warm and white fluid that will seal their bond. Just as he craved her milk, now she craves his semen.

When their genitals lock in the act of copulation, their flesh is rejoined. Like a hungry mouth that waters in anticipation of the first bite, her vagina drips with lubrication and clasps onto his cockflesh as it swells inside her. It is bliss beyond all comprehension for both of them. When she feels him ejaculate deep within her womb, it thrills her just as he did when she was still carrying him and he moved... only much more so now that he is a man. She gave cause to his physical being, and now she is both cause and witness to his orgasm.

He reaches the sublime moment of carnal rapture when he fills his mother with his incestuous semen. This fluid is now the only thing his mother needs. Through incest, the couple unlocks the golden door to consummate and organic lust, the single most powerful force in all of nature. Mother and son are tranformed into man and woman, lovers who are together driven into ever-deeper revelations of their physical and sexual selves, learning the erotic secrets that only incest can unveil.