Son’s youthful “flirting” and “touching” behavior with mom leads to consensual mother-son incest lasting well into adulthood

[This entry was initially posted to the original Red Keyhole blog on 30 March 2011.]

The recent blog entry UK case narrative: Daughter’s determined pursuit of incest with dad illustrates path to consensual father-daughter incest presented a case narrative, excerpted from postings to an incest discussion forum in April 2009, that constituted in effect a brief case study in the development of ongoing, consensual father-daughter incest.

The original forum posting prompted a number of comments, some of them constituting case studies in themselves of other incestuous relationships. The following narrative, excerpted from one of these comments from a male respondent in Atlanta, Georgia, and posted here for its research interest and educational value, describes the evolution of a consensual incestuous relationship between an an initially young man and his mother – a relationship that apparently endured for several decades.

According to the narrator,

I have been involved in incest all my life. I seduced my mom when I was a kid and I have had a number of affairs with family members through the years.

In addition to the interesting fact that the young son basically seduced his mother into an incestuous relationship, one should not that the capitalist state’s rigid age-of-consent barriers were undoubtedly broken in this case. In addition, even in adulthood, in virtually all U.S. states (and in many other countries, such as the U.K.), the incestuous relationship between mother and son would be considered illegal.


Often, mother-son incest is initiated by the son, even at a quite young age, but the sexual relationship may continue well into adulthood.

The original narrative has been slightly edited for orthographical correction and to improve readability. Original language and dialect have been retained as much as possible, in part to indicate such aspects as physical details, psychological dynamics, and emotional and moral attitudes.

… I discovered very early in life that I was interested in family members and knew I couldn’t talk about it.

I started what I guess you would call flirting with my mother when I was very young. I would always hug her and kiss her, and if no one was around but the two of us, I would touch her in ways that I am sure were totally inappropriate for a young boy to touch his mother. My mother would laugh and smile at me and always tell me to behave, and sometimes she would sort of half-heartedly push me away, but she never made me stop.

Another thing that I did that was a little naughty was to crawl into bed with her at night. My dad traveled a good deal, and was away from home for a number of years, and then, when he was home, he would get up real early and go to work, or work nights. I would slip into my parents’ room and get into bed with mom and snuggle up next to her and touch her.

When I was in high school my parents had a serious disagreement, and although they eventually fixed it, things were never the same between them after this. During that time my mother and I became lovers. It was a relationship that lasted till she died over 40 years later.

I was not molested. If anyone was molested, it was Momma. I had been kissing her and flirting with her and touching her all over for years. We went berry-picking one fall afternoon, and when we returned to the house, we were lovers.

I was in my late 20’s when mom told me what the disagreement between her and dad had been about. She told me a lot of things about my father that made a lot of sense and explained a lot of things to me.

My parents eventually separated when I was nearly 40 years old. I remained close to both of them till they died, although I was obviously closer to mom.

My mother encouraged me to date and to explore my sexuality and to be a normal young man. I had a number of girlfriends, and I was intimate with a number of my female relatives through the years. But she was my closest friend and my lover till she died. We made love once or twice a week till the week before she died.

I agree that a pedophile is despicable. I have no toleration for anyone who would harm a child.

I grew up in a different world than the one we live in today. My mom wasn’t monster and would never have hurt me. I pursued her. I will always be glad I did.