Come here, son, we need to talk about something. Something Mommy heard from your room. The walls are so thin, I can hear so clearly. Especially when I get closer... I heard you making noises, son, masturbation noises. But not just that...you were calling out Mommy's name. Were you jerking off, thinking of me, son? It's okay honey! I have a confession to make. I think about YOU when I touch myself. I think of my son, close to me, touching me intimately. In fact I think about more than that. I imagine you and I are together, making love, your hard cock sliding into my wet hole over and over... It really gets me off and I know you think the same too, son, don't you? What if we weren't Mother and Son? Could we? Or, if we kept it our little secret...perhaps we could...act on our fantasy, our strong feelings, and get CLOSER, son?