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Although I am aware he proposed what he called the Oedipus complex. It seems he came up with a theory that all small boys select their mother as their primary object of desire!

Mother son fetish

He also believed that this occurs between the ages years old. As someone who fell passionately in love with his mother and became her lover at the age of 18, I have to disagree with the old guy on that point. Again, not true in my case.

I really cared for my Dad, that was until he fucked off and left us for a fat redhead. Then I wanted him dead. I think my desire for Mum came to me by a circuitous route. Probably beginning when I discovered thrilling sexual stimulation from holding and smelling her makeup and lingerie.

Mother son fetish

When I was 18 our family life changed irrevocably after dad met another woman and decided to leave Mum and me without warning. Otherwise he would probably have kicked us out and installed his whore! The consequence was that Mum had to take a job, which left me alone in the house for long periods after returning home from college. I was in my second year of a photography course I hoped would eventually help me set up my own photographic studio. In a happy coincidence mum had managed to get herself taken on as a back office assistant by a busy studio producing catalogues for some of the better known UK manufacturers of quality lingerie and makeup.

While Mum was no film star, at 36 she was slim and attractive with a head of shiny jet-black hair.

Mother son fetish

And while she mostly dressed down for work, she scrubbed up really well at weekends, when she put on makeup and wore stockings under quite tight skirts. I knew she was proud of her figure, often commenting how she was still the same weight and dress size she had been at 17, just a year before I had been born.

I always told her the truth that I thought her the most beautiful woman in the world. Most times that got me a cuddle against her firm breasts, a closeup smell of her perfume and lipstick and a kiss on my forehead. Those were the moments I cherished most in my life. They were possibly one reason I gradually fell in love with her. But there were other reasons. At this point it might help the describe myself to you as I was at the time of my story, as it should add some fun to any scenes you might care to imagine.

Many of my friends thought me a throwback from the Mediterranean, because my skin was darker than theirs, despite my mother having the pale sallow skin of the indigenous English. By biggest embarrassment came initially in the school showers and later in the gym, when everyone saw the skin of my circumcised penis and testicles was considerably darker then that of my body.

Of course the jibes and jokes were remorseless, but the oddest thing was the of guys who came up to me to look at my dark prick and tell me how the girls would love that in them. Some loved it, some found it repulsive. Not too surprising in a world where men are preferred with their bodies shaved clean, like porn stars. So I looked more like a Sicilian pimp than the diligent, but shy, English photography student and virgin I was.

Seems It was obvious to everyone except me that she mother son fetish hot for me. While the other girls were tugging my body hair she was the only one caressing my arms, as if she loved the touch of my wiry hair. Simone, half English, half Italian, was a tall, elegant girl with curly black hair like mine. She liked to wear her hair big, exploding outwards onto her shoulders.

Her height, svelte figure and intense beauty she inherited from her mother, Selena Andretti, whom she always called Mama. Selena was a true beauty, quite breathtaking, one of those magnificent women that hush a room when she enters, everyone turning just to glimpse her grace and radiance. While Simone mother son fetish undoubtedly inherited the awesome gift of beauty from her Mama, she lacked the finesse, charm and heart-melting femininity that differentiates a beautiful looking woman from a truly beautiful person.

Mother son fetish

Like her Mama, Simone could hush a room with her looks, vivacious smile and flashing eyes when she entered. But should any sexual predator move in on her, instead of finding grace and gentleness, they faced the bared fangs of a young she wolf.

It was that same height, same big hair, tough self-confidence and disarming aggression that intimidated many of the guys on the course. Indeed, most people kept their distance from her because Simmi had a bite. And when she was going to bite she would snarl and curse her victims in crude Italian. Some said she was a psycho bitch, but I really loved being in her company.

She purred at me. Indeed, she was always warm, patient and mother son fetish. During various course photographic projects we tended to drift together, and had often taken portraits of one-another. A couple of times we had dated, but she had always been keener on our friendship than me.

Mother son fetish

Although I liked her very much and did enjoy her company, I found her a bit too touchy-feely. But I must confess I did enjoy just looking at her, the symmetry of her face, her firm body and wonderful breasts. Home Incest stories Mother grooms her son through his fetish for her lingerie. Hot Sex stories: Road journey to native village. Hot Sex stories: Wife and her husband meet a handsome young man on holiday. Hot Sex stories: A friend's mother-in-law is to be punished, I help out. Spread the love. Post « Mother and son unknowingly meet at a party.

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