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But first things first. The first photo session was successfully conducted not secretly, but with the participation of my wife. In specially selected lingerie. Consciously and thoughtfully. Though not the most explicit poses, but everything is intimate enough. I wrote to my son in advance the compliments he was to write after viewing the photo. This event marked the beginning of more frank communication. That was the moment from which the official countdown began. By the way, I have never considered intimacy between mother and son something forbidden, but on the contrary, it seems to me to some extent necessary. Oedipus complex isn't just for fun. Brother and sister is more of a dalliance. Father and daughter is not the same, it's not a level playing field. But a boy conquering the female of the family or a mother teaching her son is more natural.
And back to the vacation.
The story started when my son came to visit us for a week. I remind you that he lives far away from us almost 2000 kilometers. We socialized, walked around, played board games as if nothing had happened. as if the forbidden subject had never existed.
And then it just clicked in my head that we should give our dear woman a four-handed massage. It just sort of worked itself out and my wife is already on the bed in her swimsuit. And we're in our underwear next to her. It's summer. It's hot. We're all sweaty and wet. We talked about what areas not to touch and started. My son didn't have time to recover from the moment when she promptly took off her sundress. The swimsuit is nice i'll attach a picture in post.