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COMMENTARY:
When I looked at this story before I read it I saw two
things. I saw a story about a mother who gets physically involved
with her son and I saw a story involving a young man with a _huge_
cock. I don't have a problem with tales of incest. More to the
point, I have enjoyed them quite often, even sometimes when they
aren't, in my opinion, all that well written. On the other hand, I
have had problems in the past with stories that focus on the
physical endowments of one or more of their main characters. It
was hard to tell, before reading it, whether either of these
elements would be the focus of the story, but they looked like the
leading candidates. So, despite being somewhat apprehensive, I
read it.
I am happy to report that the focus of this story is Heather's
anxiety over being drawn to her son, not her son's _huge_ cock.
The mixture of emotions that Heather experiences, shame and lust,
sucked me in and aroused me at the same time. It is her turmoil
that makes the story worth reading. The sex is more than just
window dressing, but if Heather had not had some doubts about her
feeling towards Chris, I don't think that I would have been as
impressed with the story as I am.
Beyond Heather's personal crisis, I also enjoyed this story
because it is well paced. Even though it is rather short, there
are a number of scenes leading up to the inevitable ending. They
help to establish Heather's problem. I don't think I would have
enjoyed the final scene quite as much as I did if Heather had not
been chastising herself, for having incestuous thoughts,
throughout the story.
I recommend this story to those of you who think they can handle
the subject matter without getting squicked. There is more to it
than just what the title implies. I wouldn't be recommending it if
there wasn't. |