Recalling the ambiguity between me and my mother

I got up early this morning with a cold. I didn’t know which one had a cramp. I wanted to write something and send it in the jar to see your opinions on my own affairs. Maybe I will talk to some friends who can talk to me. Incest has always been a taboo for me to mention. When it comes to it, it feels dark and can’t be put on the table, so I’ll replace it with ambiguity in the title. I have always felt that incest is an enduring topic on the adult forum, with various posts and discussions, true and false. In real life, there are many people who love their mother or father, and even those who love their sons and daughters. However, most people will regard this as a kind of talk or a stimulating point, or even repress it in the heart and sometimes fantasize about it.