I love my mother. I never left her side since I was little. When I got sick, she was always by my side and took care of me... Ever since I passed puberty, I started to think of my mother as a woman. Her sweaty chest while cleaning, her nape after a bath, her thighs as I applied body cream... One day, I realized that my mother was also thinking about me as an adult... An obscene mating where the sweat and saliva of mother and son mix. A unique taste that can only be experienced through incest.