Making a baby with mom

Mother/son


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My mother and I practice what my mom’s doctor calls “consanguinities” (or making babies with other family members). Mom says that it is much more common than society would ever admit, and that in the farming community where she grew up it was common, since the families were isolated, big families were an asset for taking care of the farm, and most babies were born at home anyway. She has also reminded me that there are instances of sanctioned incest for childbearing in the bible, such as Lot and his Daughters.
I also want to talk to those family members out there who have repressed their sexual feelings: Go for it! I can say from personal experience that there is nothing better in the world than combining the love you feel for a family member with sex! And yes, I have made a baby with my mom, and made several other babies with female members of my family, and they are all beautiful, healthy children!
My Mom’s doctor (sworn to secrecy and pro-life) told us that since we had no genetic diseases in the family, our risk of producing a child with birth defects was only slightly greater than the general population, and we should disregard the myths that society would have us believe! She said that on the contrary, since in her opinion both my Mom and I were exceptionally attractive, intelligent and physically fit individuals, we were far more likely than the general population to produce attractive, intelligent and physically fit children! She said the major problems she found in her research came from in-breeding over several successive generations. But in the final analysis, nothing in the world could have prepared me for the experience of holding my new-born daughter in my arms for the first time, and placing this beautiful, healthy child produced by our mutual family love on our mother’s belly.
It all started for me when I my father passed away when I was just sixteen. He died from a rare form of cancer he got as a result of Agent Orange exposure during his tour of duty in Viet Nam. He had been ill for many years, and although my mother had had a great deal of time to prepare for his death, she was terribly grief-stricken when it finally happened.