Warning: some flashing lights may be intense for some photosensitive viewers The time has come. I need to reveal to my son the truth of our bloodline. He needs to know about the twisted curse that binds mother and son through the generations of our family. I have been dreading this moment since the day he was born. Yet, I have felt the urges swelling lately. With a twinge of guilt, I try to deny the twinges of excitement I keep feeling. Letting him know how serious this is, I sit my son down and pull out the book of our family history. I read the passages from the ancient book, detailing how a powerful witch in our past was betrayed and cursed. The curse demands that each mother in our bloodline will have her maternal instincts warped. Her love for her son will be twisted with an unnatural desire. It will lead her to commit unspeakable acts of taboo with her own son. Her womb will be fertile ground for the cursed seed of her son. The only way to lift the curse is for the son to leave his seed in his mother's womb, breeding her, before midnight on Halloween. I close the book and look at my son, making sure he understands the seriousness of what I am telling him we imminently need to do. Being the good son he is, he agrees. I pull out the cursed potion that we both need to drink from. Its powerful effects course through our bodies, first sending us into a frenzy, then replaced by a spreading warmth throughout our bodies. I look upon my son with new eyes. I can't believe how much I crave him, how good his touch feels, and how I want more than anything to let my lust for him overtake us both. We give into a haze of deeply lustful moments. I fully embracing a passion I did not know I could experience, let alone for my own son. Getting lost in the pleasure, I have completely ignored the time! The clock is now ticking closer to midnight. I must get my son to finish and cum deep inside his mother's fertile body before it is too late...