A Perfect Union

There is nothing that can match the perfection of sexual coupling between mother and son. It is the fulfillment of destiny so organic, one which begins when the mother knows she has life within her.. life that grows, life that fills her womb. When she feels him move inside her, it fulfills her deepest sense of womanhood.

When she gives birth, there is joy but there is also loss... a physical emptiness. From the bounty of her body, she produces milk for her son. It's rich warm and white and comes from deep within her. He needs it. In fact, it is the ONLY thing he needs. He learns the warmth of full skin contact with her as he drinks hungrily from her nipples. She learns of his loving touch on her breasts and never forgets.

But then he weans, leaving her with another physical emptiness. Yet he is still her c***d and he needs her. She nurtures him with loving caresses, envelopes him in her warm embrace, and comforts him in the softness of her bosom. He responds with hugs, kisses and tenderness and these fill her up. She watches him grow, yet deep within, both of them carry the memories of all the physical closeness they have shared. As the years go by, the boy matures. He grows tall and his shoulders broad, his voice deepens. In yet another loss for her, he is a boy no longer. He is becoming a man. Both mother and son become aware of the change and the atmosphere between them becomes charged with sexual tension. It re-awakens the mother's sense of womanhood to see her son becoming a man, and re-awakens all her memories of feeling him inside her.

Meanwhile this is the time of the boy's sexual awakening. His repeated erections bring him face to face with his own sexual potential. He starts to produce semen. He begins to see his mother in a different light... as a woman. The lips that kissed him tenderly enclose the mouth and tongue of a sexual being, the breasts he nursed from are capable of hardening with arousal, and the opening to her womb that served as his entry into the world is capable of quaking in orgasm... as well as bringing him to his own. His homing instincts arouse an innate and powerful physical attraction for her. he longs to take his rightful place and and knows his cock is the way back.

As does she. Even if it's only u*********s at first, she begins to imagine it, fantasize about it, long for it. His erection is the most beautiful thing she will ever behold. Its flesh the only thing that can restore that feeling of fullness lost so long ago and fulfill her sense of womanhood. And in perfect symmetry, it is only by entering her that her son will achieve his own manhood... a boy no longer. Now it is his body that produces the rich warm and white fluid that will seal their bond: his cum. Just as he craved her milk, now she craves his semen.

When their genitals lock in the act of copulation, their flesh is rejoined. Like a hungry mouth that waters in anticipation of its first bite, her vagina drips with lubrication and clasps onto his cockflesh as it swells inside her. It is a bliss beyond all comprehension for both of them. When she feels him ejaculate deep within her womb, it thrills her just as when she was carrying him and he moved... only much more so now that he is a man. She gave cause to his physical being, and now is both cause and witness to his orgasm. For him, when he fills his mother with his i****tuous semen, he reaches the sublime moment of carnal rapture and knowledge. He learns his body is an endlessly renewing fountain of the ONLY thing she now wants and lives for as a woman. Mother and son are transformed into man and woman, driven by a lust that is one of the most powerful organic forces known across all humanity.

Sex between mother and son is perfect destiny, perfect completion, and perfect union.