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Perhaps, it's just the way my brain is wired. I don't understand looking for love amoung strangers. Not when, you have perfectly good men who love you in your family. I’m NOT negating any of the arguments against inbreeding. Nor am I apologizing for abusive men. My headshaking lack of understanding, actually stems from why others feel justified attacking and/or marginalizing those who find that fulfilment within their own family.

As long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of being with my dad. When my mom died, it would have been so natural for me to take her place. Growing up I used to envy my mother, there were times when I could here my parents making love and their sounds of pleasure were like a bedtime lullaby putting me to sleep. I would dream beautiful dreams, of my daddy holding me, caressing me and when I understood what it was, making love to me. I wanted him to be my first, but also my one and only.

Being intimate with my father is still my most frequent masturbatory fantasy. It always starts by him coming to me and sitting me down, so that we can talk. He holds my hands and tells me how proud he is of the grown woman which I’ve become. Then he confides about how lonely he is without a woman to love. When he divulges that he’s often imagined we could become lovers, is when I start to lose myself in the fantasy. Barely able to contain myself with excitement, I climb into his lap and give him a deep passionate kiss. Of course, we would then make love !

Sadly, I’ve never made love with my dad.

Fortunately, my son decided to take his place and our relationship has blossomed. I’m in a perpetual state of affection and arousal when my son comes to visit. No matter how much perfum I wear or potpourri I use in my home, my sexual excitement permiates.

My panties are always soaked and my hormones are so high that I smell like actual sex. Once, I tried not wearing underwear because I thought more airflow under my skirt might help, but that it didn’t make a difference and it resulted in its own unique situation. My son’s fiance enjoys teasing me when she’s with us. (nb. We’re not a threesome)

To me, my son’s penis is the most beautiful one in the world. It’s like it was made to perfectly fit me and regardless of how wet I get, it never loses that perfect amount of friction, necessisary for MY satisfaction. Even the head of it, seems to caress my cervix instead of slam it. By comparison, with my ex-husband, it felt like a battering ram, slamming into my cervix. I always had to stimulate my clitoris in order to handle the pain.

My son is busy making his own way in life. Which involves getting a good job, getting married, buying a home and starting his own family. When you think about things that way, it’s easy to see why a mother and son life partnership isn’t practical. However the good news is that it’s 2023 and we’re no longer limited by the old relationship model of one-man-and-one-woman .
So my son is always going to be my lover. He’ll always know the pleasure tasting my juices and I’ll always know the pleasure of feeling every vien of his manhood inside me. The only sadness I have it that unless something changes with my dad, I’ll never be able to assume the rôle in his life which my mother’s passing vacated.