"You were a 9-month-old baby when we met..." This is the shocking truth my mother told me after my father's funeral. I finally understood the feelings I had as a child, watching my mother and father having sex, that had aroused me. After my father died, I could no longer suppress my feelings for my mother, and one summer day, I attacked her. Perhaps because of the guilt of having continued to lie, my mother gradually stopped resisting. Not only that, but as I penetrated her violently, she began to climax repeatedly while spasming...