Holy Mother of God! I was naked, in bed with my own son. I had held his rigid organ in my hand......I had - did - want him.

Oh God! How I wanted him.

His eyes searched mine pleadingly. I reached out my hand and gently stroked his face. He turned his face to kiss the palm of my hand, sending shivers of excitement through me.

My whole being cried out for me to stop this! I knew I was playing with fire but something more powerful than reason was driving me. I felt a lust so pure it shook me.

I kissed my own son, on the lips, in a very un-motherly way. I felt his lips part slightly and pressed my tongue forward to find his. He responded.

Our hands were travelling over the other's body. Exploring, stroking, smoothing. His skin was so young and smooth, almost hairless. I kissed his neck, his shoulders, his chest.

I felt his hands on my head, urging me down further and I let him guide me, may God forgive me.