Calling fellow Oedipalists! Why do we love mom fantasy?

[owubnarg]

love mom fantasy because can't love mom reality

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I never thought of mom in any other way other than matronly... I suppose I could objectively admit that she was pretty, but I had zero sexual thoughts about her... I DID enjoy seeing her In Bra and panties when she was fixing her bath, but not to the point of arousal... after all, it’s mom!

Everything changed the night I was home sick with an ear infection whilst dad and my brothers were away at our other house... surprisingly, when it came time for bed, mom asked me if I wanted to sleep in her room. I didn’t think much of it, but I did slide under the covers in her bed and drifted off to sleep... then, while still in-between sleep and waking, I became aware of my privates being touched... I was immediately roused from slumber, and rolled over onto my back...wide awake. Then, mom reached over and placed her hand on my cock...letting it rest there for a few moments, then curled her fingers under, rubbing the underside of my hardening shaft...she then patted it, and withdrew. A second time, she touched me and let her hand rest on my cock...then, suddenly, she got up, and began to pray her rosary!

I was stunned, surprised, and very confused. It was obvious to me that she intended to do what she did...but the. Felt pangs of guilt and backed off... from that moment on, I spent nearly every waking minute trying to get her to touch my cock again.

I started to use her panties to masturbate with... I would be nearly intoxicated with the unbelievably fragrant aroma of her pussy...to this very day, only my mother-in-law comes close in terms of having such a delicious scent... I would ejaculate into the gusset...then, hastily wipe up the mess. She DID notice, though... and on one occasion, put a pair of her panties that I came on in MY drawer...

A little later, I discovered that I could spy on her in the bathroom by prying a piece of moulding on the bathroom door, away from the door frame, thereby creating a crack of about 1/4” that I could peer into... the best part was, when I finished, I simply pushed the mounding back into place...it was amazing. I can recall the first time I spied on her... I was so excited, that I could hardly breathe... I was shaking all over in anticipation, as she bathed, and I waited for a glimpse of her naked body... now, the view I had looked straight into the bathroom, but the bath itself was out of view...so, I could hear her, but not see her... until, she stepped out of the bathtub... then, I saw her beautiful, naked body for the very first time. First, I spied her breasts, as she wiped down her legs and tummy... they were smallish, but had pretty pinkish, brown aereola, with upturned nipples... then, she hung the towel up, and her beautiful, light brown patch of pubic hair came into full-view...I nearly passed out. Then, she turned away from the door (me) and I had a full-on view of her ass and pussy... this was the genesis, I think (along with another incident with mom that I describe on my blog) that led me to enjoy rear-view angus and pussy shots so much...

This went on for a long time....like, all through high school. At the same time, I schemed ways to let her see my cock. I would stand in my room, with one leg in a pair of boxers...and stand that way UNTIl she walked in and saw me...so that she thought she walked in on me changing... eventually, I started to ask her to inspect marks, blemishes, et cetera around my groin...all the while, I would be able to flash a bit of shaft for her... she seemed to like it...or, at least, she never asked me to stop... but try as I may, I couldn’t get her to touch my dick again. I decided I had to ramp up my efforts.

Eventually, I would simply come up to her while she was on the couch, and present my full-on, bare cock to her... I don’t recall having any pretense at all about “checking” anything... the first time I did it, she reached up with her left hand, and with two fingers, she rubbed the side of my penis several times...running her fingers gingerly across the skin. No words were spoken...she just touched my dick, and I stood there. After several go-arounds doing this, mom became emboldened... I will never forget the first time she took my cock in her hand, fully...and gripped it firmly. As she did, pre-cum leaked out of my dick, which she scooped up with her thumb, just at the frenulum under my cock-head... she asked, “do you have to pee?”... how coy was that?

This went on for years... well into college. There is more to tell...like the time she took me to visit colleges in Boston. But for now, suffice to say, that night in mom’s bed changed the trajectory of my life forever... truth be told, in spite of how exciting it was, and how good it felt, I realize now that it was sexual abuse... I have a teenaged daughter now, and the thought of having similar encounter with her makes my stomach turn... it is, at once, the most impactful, and arousing sexual experi3nce I ever had, AND the source of tremendous guilt, shame and remorse... mom is 88 now. We never talked about it, but how I desire to... I wish I could confront her and let her know how I brought all that with me into every relationship I have ever had...but, I don’t want to burden an old lady as she nears the end of her life. If I feel you.t and shame, she sure.y does too...

So...I am left with the insatiable desire to re-create what happened between us...either consciously, or unconsciously. Anyway, that’s why I am drawn to the subject...

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