Loneliness Epidemic and Incest are becoming odd bedfellows.  One of the most pressing mental health issues of our time. Often referred to as the loneliness epidemic, this widespread sense of isolation is affecting millions. As we rely more and more on our electronics for the fundamentals of communication, the art of conversation is being lost. With it, goes our ability to reach out and touch someone, in the literal sense as we never get close enough to strangers. Young adults in particular are suffering from extreme social anxiety, unsure how to interact beyond one or two words at a time, wishing for that perfect emoji when trying to navigate social awkwardness. As friendships become harder to maintain and digital interactions replace face-to-face conversations, many are turning to a familiar source of comfort: their families.

Several factors have contributed to this growing sense of disconnection. Remote work and online education have reduced natural opportunities for in-person socializing. Rising living costs make it difficult for young adults to move out and establish independent lives, further limiting social mobility. Many have yet to bounce back from the upending effect that global lockdowns during the COVID-19 pandemic had on their lives.

As a result, more and more young adults are leaning on their families, not just for financial support, but for emotional connection, companionship, and day-to-day interaction. Regular chats with parents or siblings are becoming increasingly common among those seeking a sense of belonging. In decades past, there was strong emphasis on forming friend groups and romantic partnerships outside the home. But now, family members are stepping in to fulfill many of those same social and emotional roles. For some, this return to family-based connection offers stability and grounding in an unpredictable world.

It’s not easy

Of course, relying on family more heavily comes with its challenges. Young adults may struggle with feelings of dependence or a perceived lack of progress. At the same time, families may feel the strain of supporting adult children longer than expected. The trick is to embrace it, act like adults rather than continuing the provider-dependent scenario.  Together, even if only one is the bread-winner, family members can fulfill a truly supportive role for one another. Taking care of the burden of household tasks while someone works full-time, or balancing schedules to care for dependents, the family dynamic becomes an undeniable powerhouse.

For any adults facing isolation, reconnecting with family may be more than just a fallback, it might be the foundation for building healthier, more connected lives. In a world where loneliness is increasingly common, family ties are becoming more important than ever. And it isn’t just confined to the college-aged or recent grads leaving the dorms for home. Divorcees as well often find solace with an older parent, sharing expenses and experiences that previously might have been unthinkable.

The irony is that amid all this loneliness, everything is sexualized.  Sexual proclivities of all shapes and flavors, save for one, are embraced even championed. While the one relationship which could hold the most meaning is denied to us with a hands off, look but don’t touch, feel guilty, etc.  We shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting to express adult love with family members. But then, we also shouldn’t be taking our cues from the gov’t as to who we should love either.

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The multi-generational home destruction, was made possible by seducing society into believing it was a good thing.  Seduced, like a trashy romance novel with no one to save us. Because by blowing up the multi-generational family home, we are uprooting our very foundations. This change wasn’t just a cultural shift, it was a full-blown psyop.  The banks, big business, and the government played us like a sax solo—smooth, slow, and so sneaky we didn’t even realize our knickers were off.

Let’s rewind. Back in the day, you’d come home to a house full of love, home cooking, and unsolicited opinions. Then the experts whispered sweet nothings like, independence, privacy, and freedom. Suddenly, everybody wanted, needed, their own house, their own life, their own car. Things they couldn’t afford.

Grandparents were carted away to a facility, surrounded by strangers, medicated and forgotten. Kids too became raised by institutions, spending more time in daycares and schools, than with family. Everyone stressed out from this disconnection then became pacified by screens, alcohol or even 420. And the cycle continues because the family connection is gone.

So Who Benefits?

The banks LOVED it. One big house? One mortgage.Why stop there? When you could have three homes, three loans, triple the interest. And those big corporations? Oh, they don’t want Grandma babysitting for free in your spare room. No, they want you drained, desperate, and dependent—paying for daycare, convenience meals, and therapy to recover from the loneliness they sold you as liberation.

The government incentivized the multi-generational home destruction.  Zoning laws, tax codes, and incentives that made it basically illegal to have your entire family under one roof.  Why? Because a close-knit family is powerful. A close-knit family talks. A close-knit family doesn’t need them. And you better believe they hate that.

They made progress sound sexy, and we traded family traditions and advice for board certified shrinks. . We stopped learning coping strategies, we lost our built in support group, and now we flounder for connection with strangers. So they really stole our intimacy. The juicy kind. The loud, smothering, food-scented, life-giving kind that happens when generations live together. Under one roof. Sharing meals, arguments, clothes, meaning and my favorite, adult intimate relations.

It’s time to wake up, get a little dirty (emotionally), and bring the family back home.  Now be a good boy and call your mother.  Maybe she’s ridding her vibrator dreaming about incestuous cock. And she looks amazing.

Hear me singing the praises of ‘An Incestuous World.’

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Moaning the word cunt happens to incest mothers when we’re truly lost in the pleasures of an incestuous sex act.  It’s as if the word was waiting for us to speak it.  During a recent get together with 3 other moms, we unraveled the mystery of how our intimate taboo desires created a shared language.

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The Unspoken Lexicon

The four of us sat in our usual corner of the café, where the afternoon light filtered through the steam of our tea. We’ve been meeting monthly for awhile now, sometimes we even see each other every two weeks or so. We’re a mother’s group of a different sort. Our commitment to our offspring has transended into adulthood. So we come together with a shared understanding that the majority of people cannot comprehend.

It’s good to have friends that can relate to your unique perspective. Even better when personal experiences offer support for the trials and tribulations that our unique family situation presents. But what keeps us vigilant to seeing through these get-togethers is the reflection and self discovery we attain through our commonalities.  Recently the discussion turned to the love dialogue we use in our intimate encounters and we were surprised to discover that regardless of the actual words chosen the trend was identical.

I’ve mentioned before that we often refer to ourselves in the third person, be it Mom, Mommy or Mama as part of our sexual flirtations. This of course continues during the act, where we will often refer to our respective sons similarly. Stuff like Mama’s boy, that’s a good boy, and baby. We know our son’s are adults now, we wouldn’t be doing this otherwise. But the history that we have together makes these terms of endearment fitting.

Maybe it’s the societal persecution, maybe it’s just the taboo nature of what we do. Whatever the cause, we seem to be tapping into something primal. And when we have sex, we encourage each other with words and expressions that we might otherwise never use. For instance, I love calling my son a Motherfucker, or Mama’s little motherfucker. A word that otherwise would be spoken in anger, to someone who really pisses you off. It has lost that negative connotation for members of my inner circle.

Speaking of angry words, most women I know really despise the word “CUNT”. It is illogical for a word to feel like a slap across the face, but yet it does for most women. But what the members of my little support group have discovered is when we are right in the middle of a hard, wet, sexual family connection… You know the head spinning, heavy breathing, don’t stop now, kind of moment, our vaginas become Cunts. And we liberally use the word to entice our lovers.

The Grammar of Connection

This is not about explicitness. It is about the vulnerability of being fully present, where words become more than communication—they become communion. A taste of the forbidden fruit, makes you want to make a meal of it. So we throw stereotypical behaviors into the wind and dance between the shards that fly back in our direction.

By the time we ordered our final round of tea, we had embraced the beauty of the phenomenon. So what if our most private expressions had echoes in others? So what if the world didn’t have a term for it? We all did it, and that was enough to seal the bond. At the end of the day we could only wonder if somewhere, in another café, another group of women might be having a similar conversation.

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Redefining relationships is how modern porn tries to sugar coat familial sex. Back in the 80s incest was just as Taboo as today, but pornographers weren’t afraid to rock the boat and play-out the fantasies how people wanted to see them. Today, it’s the creditcard companies dictating what you see.

The banks won’t let you use visa or mastercard to pay for porn that dosen’t follow their censorship rules. It’s why I use crypto and think everyone who enjoys something different should as well. So to abide by the rules, videos are made with the step-mom, step-brother, step-father and so on.

Step-Family in commercial porn is not what the viewer wants

The melded family scene might be the only family that people have ever known, but the dynamic in the “not-real” incest videos is anything but a wholesome family setting. In fact the prodominant theme is the cheating spouce. This sort of porn marks a trail of redefining relationships. Having already gone through a divorce to end up with their step son or daughter’s parent, they are ready to trade in for someone else once again. Instead of promoting an exceptional family bond, they are telling the audience that partnerships are temporary and better enjoy yourself while you have youth on your side. It’s a really shitty trade off if you ask me.

Cheating aside, let’s consider one that deals with a widow or widower sharng a home with their deceased spouce’sgrown son or daughter. Now the dynamic is nothiing different than having a crush on a teacher, coach, instructor or therapist. There is an older person in someone’s life who shows them compassion and they become smitten. It doesn’t have the same ummmph as mommy or daddy. The whole process of growing up and maturing cements the parent child dynamic. Incest redefines relationships by changing the roles and expectations, it’s more of a partnership.

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Furthermore, outside of porn, it should be acknowledged that consensual incest requires that everyone be able to talk. It requires a closeness that means no subject is to taboo to discuss. Redefining relationships is a natural part of gaining independence. But in an incestuous union, it is necessary that both parties participate in the changes. That requires communicatiion. The fun is just a perk.

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Stop Supporting Eugenics because true progress respects human dignity, embraces diversity, and rejects the false notion that some lives are worth more than others. Somethings in this world are non-negotiable and every human being has the right to procreate with their partner.

The Political and Moral Danger of Eugenics

Eugenics, the practice of selectively breeding humans to promote desirable traits, and eliminate undesirable ones. This controversial and dangerous ideology has been with us through the ages. While discredited scientifically and morally, its legacy persists in modern debates about genetics, race, and human rights. The political and moral dangers of eugenics lie in its potential to justify discrimination, and undermine human dignity. But worst of all is its empowering of authoritarian regimes who control populations under the guise of progress.

Politically, eugenics has historically been used to reinforce systemic oppression. In the early 20th century, the United States implemented eugenic policies, including forced sterilizations and restrictive immigration laws, targeting marginalized groups such as the disabled, racial minorities, and the poor.

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Most recognized is Nazi Germany’s extreme eugenic practices of the Holocaust, exterminating millions for a “master race.” These policies were deliberate tools of social control. It was so easy for eugenics to be weaponized by governments to justify atrocities. My podcast is a reminder that when people are okay with the premise of incest, but add….”so long as nobody gets pregnant”, they are in fact practicing eugenics.  It’s not enough that we should be able to love whomever we want (consensual only). We should also, if we choose, be able to have children if it happens. And those children should be free to be raised in the loving family that created them.  We should be vigilant against someone else deciding for us who will be allowed to procreate.

Morally, eugenics violates the principle of human equality by reducing individuals to their genetic makeup. It fosters a worldview in which some lives are deemed more valuable than others, eroding empathy and solidarity. The belief that human worth can be measured by physical or intellectual traits leads to dehumanization, as seen in historical and contemporary discrimination against people with disabilities or genetic conditions. Furthermore, eugenics undermines personal autonomy by allowing authorities—whether governments, scientists, or corporations—to dictate reproductive choices, often under coercive conditions.

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An incestuous world : Who needs diamonds when you’ve got a song that makes sailors blush and senators adjust their ties—very suspiciously? This post has two very different songs, enjoy!.

You need a dick in your mouth

The first song, above, I found as the perfect thumbing my nose at all the incestuous naysayers. I’ll never understand why society can entertain, even embrace, all colors of the rainbow (and a neon hues) of sexual perversions. But completely lose their shit at the mere mention of a familial connection between partners. This 40s or 50s styled ballad Dick in your Mouth is my middle finger at their BS.

Dick in your Mouth tells every bitchy Karen. Every know-it-all, gossip and every uptight trouble maker to stick a stick a sock in it….No, that would be polite. It tells them to stick a Dick in it. That “you would look better, With a Dick in your mouth.” Afterall, nothing clears the head of all other penetrating thoughts better than a throbing prick.

My second song is a Parody.

I may have rewritten Madonna’s “Material Girl” into something… naughtier. Giggle. Call it “Livin’ in a Incestuous World”—y’know, ‘cause some storms are way more fun to ride out. Wink-wink!

I got the idea while talking to one of my “adopted” boys….You know those guys online who call me mom. He said that he really liked my songs, so I asked who was his favorite female singer from the 80s and/or 90s.  When I did a song search on his choice, Madonna, Material Girl popped up. And let’s just say that the song practically wrote itself.

With opening lines, “My boys kiss me, My boys hug me, they know it’s ok.” I was really thinking about every guy who ever wanted to call me Mama.  Because, “what I really want from them; Is a different kind of play”.

“No, one has to beg or plead. Cause Mama’s love’s for life. I’ll be there for their every need. Should they never take a wife. Cause we’re loving in an Incestuous world, with our incest family. You know that we are loving this incestuous world, in our incest family. ”

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Barnacle Bill the Sailor is a raunchy sea shanty that tells the story of a horny sailor and his lover.

Listen, my love, because I’m only saying this once—preferably while you’re too traumatized to interrupt. Remember those drunken sea shanties you used to giggle at in taverns? The ones about the randy sailor with a “mighty anchor” and a knack for “exploring hidden coves”? Well, pour yourself something strong, darling. That was your father.

Let’s skip the metaphors: Barnacle Bill didn’t just sail the seven seas—he seduced them, left them breathless, and occasionally got banned from them. I’d say he had a girl in every port, but the truth is, he had several. And that was just on Wednesdays. His self-assured brazen approach deflowered more maidens than one can count.  Many of whom were the town’s unwed old maids. But when you have a reputation as a womanizer, any willing woman will do, and he knew who to go after.

Now, before you ask—yes, you were absolutely conceived to the sound of off-key sailors harmonizing that damned song. No, I don’t regret it (the rum was excellent). And no, you cannot use “But my dad’s Barnacle Bill!” as an excuse for your own tomfoolery. …I’ve already tried.

But here’s what the songs don’t tell you: The bastard could navigate a hurricane blindfolded, stitch up a wound with fishing line, and recite Shakespeare while being ousted from a brothel. He once sailed through a typhoon, just to bring me oranges because I’d mentioned craving them. Then immediately left for two years, yep, that’s Barnacle Bill the Sailor.

So the next time some wretch bellows “Who’s that knocking at my door?”, you look them dead in the eye and say: “My father. And he’s still not back with the milk.”

—Mum

P.S. If you ever have a sibling show up claiming to be “Bill’s kid,” lie and say we’re Mormons. It’s easier.

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Taboo Erotic Stories 02 is an erotic threesome of a mother and her 2 sons.  I hope that all of you are enjoying these erotic stories. While they are completely fictional, I am sure that they are reminiscent of someone’s reality.  This one takes the idea that the family who plays together stays together to a new level. The mother has encouraged her boys to challenge themselves throughout their lives. This led to intense sibling rivalry in their athletic pursuits and individual achievements.

This is a story about a mother who believes in a hands on approach to raising her boys. She would help coach them through their early years, instilling in them a desire to be strong, smart and capable. Once the milestone of adulthood was achieved, she took her role as a woman in their lives very seriously. Taking away the vestiges of childhood and teaching each the skills needed for adult intimate encounters.

But with two years between them, one son enjoyed a little more mommy time than the other. To make up for this Mama had to show that she wasn’t favoring one son over the other. So this story heats up shortly after her youngest son reached 18. Having already had his virginity taken by his mother, she needed to show him that it was time for he and his brother to work together on the same team.

No more sibling rivalry, but plenty of time for sibling revelry. To celebrate being alive, being in prime condition and having a mother’s love that knows no bounds. Together the can learn from one another and explore what it means to be an adult in more ways than they ever imagined. The ultimate reward for patience and consistence, for being dutiful sons who did what was asked of them, for getting along. Finally a sport where everyone wins.

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A female sexual predator contacted me and I’m amazed that she allowed me to read her letter. 

We begin this year with different type of letter. In fact, the only thing that its author had in common with other featured contributors was the fact that she is an incest sexual female. That is possibly the only thing that she had in common with me as well. Needless to say, instead of my usual empathy for the particular feelings and experiences that those I feature usually exhibit, I was troubled enough by this letter to seek out its author before sharing it with anyone.

The woman I encountered expected that I would be a kindred spirit. Instead, she found that I was mortified at her callous and predatory seductions. I often say that it’s a fine line we walk as incest-sexuals, because society accepts almost every other sexual identity but ours. So, revealing our proclivities is dangerous to the relationships we have within our family. I also advocate ONLY ADULT CONSENTUAL incest. That means I don’t promote seducing those who can’t agree to this because of age, health or even because they are emotionally commitment (married/living with, etc) to another.

But this woman seemed to ignore that any family member should have any relationship accept what she wanted. She trapped them in awkward situations, physically aroused them and then used guilt and guile to take what she wanted. She did this without discussion and fully aware that these were the actions of a “home-wrecker”, completely ignoring the fact that both her father and her son were happily married.

What’s more now that her actions have resulted in a pregnancy, she can only see two possible solutions. One which destroys her son’s relationship, and one that blames another man for the baby to come. The level of selfishness is quite possibly psychopathic. A new innocent is about to be welcomed into this world, this woman has yet to learn from the consequences of her actions. I suggested a third solution, which would greatly upset her life, but protect the most innocents in this situation.

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Taboo Erotic Stories 01 is my newest idea to provide entertainment and hopefully entice people to want to get to know me better. One of the problems which I’ve been having is with my podcast is the number of men trying to tell me fake stories.

I do my best to verify that the people who I talk about are who they claim to be and the histories they share with me are real. Cold hard fact is that the women who end up here tend to be the real deal, while many of the men, might only be role-playing. I don’t have a problem with those who want to role play, accept when my time is NOT respected. So, to cut down on time wasted in correspondence, this project is very time consuming, anyone who wants to talk to me, share with me, or have their relationship highlighted on my site, will have to book either a cam session or phone call with me.

This story is short. A quick excerpt out of the lives of Susan, a 43 year old divorcee, and her adult son Micheal. We find the ardent lovers several months after they commenced their passionate love affair. Susan is discovering herself awakened by her active sex life. She learned that her desires don’t diminish her worth as a mother or as a person. In fact, they empowered her.

But the world has its judgments. Friends, family, even strangers may look at her with disdain, calling her a degenerate, a woman lost to indulgence. But she doesn’t care, the only concern she has is about sharing her desires with her young lover. About offering him new experiences too. And for this particular time, for satisfying her own curiosity about comparing her son to his father when it comes to the very intimate act of sodomy. By embracing her desires, she has found a deeper connection with herself, and in turn, a stronger, more honest relationship with her son Micheal.

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