As mother and son, you and I have about as good a relationship with one another as anyone could expect. It’s far from perfect of course, but neither of us would trade it for the world. It’s about as good as it can get, without verging on weird (yet.)

But after my first year in college, and so long away from home, you’re feeling kind of worried that things won’t quite be the same. So, during my first week back, you’ve scheduled quite the outing for us to get back in the swing of things. It’s a camping trip of sorts. Complete with nature walks, mother/son activities and bonding, guided meditation, the whole hippie/back to nature shabang. It seems pretty normal at first. But things slowly seem to change.

During our guided meditation, flashes of things that should never be on our minds start to occur to us.

In our sleep, our dreams are filled with the same lustful, incestuous desires.

Soon our eyes, then our hands and more are matching those desires. Will we ever be able to stop ourselves or are we lost to it forever.

But it gets worse.

Was fertility guidance always on the schedule? And what exactly is an Ancient Mayan fertility ritual?

I’m sorry, does that say Mother/Son BREEDING time?

It’s a good thing that wasn’t in the brochure. And it’s even better it didn’t show up on the calendar until after we’d drank the kool-aid.

Kinks:

Incest, Cumplay, creampies, breeding, dirty talk, clothed sex, public sex, neediness, desperation, anal, oral, vaginal, rimming, lots of cum, sex-a-thons, and much much more. If it’s not a limit, just ask!

Limits:

Gore, feet, toilet play, animals, non con