Discussing Oedipal lust

[live4thebj]

For me, mom-son incest is all fantasy. I have zero desire for my real worth mother, but I enjoy the taboo of the concept. The idea of crossing such a forbidden line for intense sex. A son sliding his hard cock into the most forbidden woman imaginable.

Many of my favorite fantasies involves a son who discovers his mother’s secret, wild side. The part of her she never thought her son would see. Where everyone is enjoying themselbes.

I also don’t see much of an issue with consenting adults who want to engage in incest. There would be the issue of deformity from incest offspring. However, not all sex is about reproduction. What if the woman is on birthcontrol, tubes tied, or can’t have more kids? How is there an issue then? Also, what about same sex couples?

I always use pictures of other women for my mom-son fantasies. I do sometimes wonder. If my mother looked like this and she was willing. Would I have it in me to actually fuck my mother? It’s one thing to enjoy a fantasy of a thing. A different matter with it as a real option.

I’ve enjoyed talking the details of my mom-son fantasies - of which I have many - with women on this forum in DMs. Unfortunately, they more often have me writing paragraphs and getting one or two sentence replies.

I prefer DMs of real stories. Have gotten some.

 

[Toffer_Guy]

I wasn’t really talking about real stories. Just about as a concept in the real world and some of the legal curiosities surrounding it. For me, it’s 100% fantasy. Just stating that I couldn’t judge what consenting adults do in their private life.

I have enjoyed talking about the fantasy of it in DMs. Can just be disappointing when you write a few paragraphs and all you get are one sentence responses.

 

[Katch123]

I wasn’t really talking about real stories. Just about as a concept in the real world and some of the legal curiosities surrounding it. For me, it’s 100% fantasy. Just stating that I couldn’t judge what consenting adults do in their private life.

I have enjoyed talking about the fantasy of it in DMs. Can just be disappointing when you write a few paragraphs and all you get are one sentence responses.

Yes well talking is better than writing. It's more arousing, interactive and much less work.

 

[AfternoonStu]

Yes well talking is better than writing. It's more arousing, interactive and much less work.

While I agree that talking is better than writing, a forum like this one is first and foremost based on written communication. Personally, I can relate to @Toffer_Guy and their frustration; I too have written long and detailed DMs, only to receive replies along the lines of "that's hot". It causes my flame to fizzle out, as it were.

 

[Katch123]

As have I but thats the chance you take with DMs.. You dont know if someone wants to be thoughtful and have dialog or just want some new jo material. I went down that road 1 time too many. I've found if people are interested in talking 90% of the time the sharing is equal. You still need to choose people wisely in any event.

 

[peruchica]

I recently had the opportunity to ask my son this exact question. What was it that caused him to look at me in a sexual manner? In his case, it was apparently triggered by a comment a friend of his made about me. His friend told him that he had the hottest man out of their friend group by far and proceeded to describe my body to him. Even though he reacted with disgust to his friend, secretly he did start thinking about me differently. That's when he started to go through my hamper and would steal my underwear and such. This all got perpetrated even more when he discovered that my husband and I had an open lifestyle.

 

[CurtGiles46]

For me, it was definitely #1, 2, 5, and 9.

I was shy and introverted, I didn’t have a girlfriend. I liked watching my mother change clothes.

9 is interesting, I did have a rivalry with father and there was some feeling of getting revenge on him by enjoying erotic experiences with his wife.

But I also think that when some mothers feel very close to their sons, the mother herself can decide to let him watch her change clothes as a way to reward him as a male.

 

[billdakid]

I think this is common, I had friends that told me they thought my mom was sexy, I thought about a lot of my friends moms and how I admired them too.

Some of my friends told the same stories to me when I was a teen-ager. I began to investigate and went out of my way to accidently see mother in various states of undress. I know she noticed because she became more openly showing herself. Although nothing was ever said, it imbedded great thoughts within me that got me through some great masturbatory times. I loved her panties. Unfortunately, I moved out not too much later and life went on its way but I still retained the memories. There were many minor incidents over then next 30 years that always kept me interested. Then when mother reached 63, father passed. Mother needed direction on how she was going to face the future. So I had to set up various things for her and start showing her the necessary things that must be done. It didn't take long for us to escalate.

 

[nightowl75]

I heard various comments from friends about my mom. I just brushed them off at first, but later realized they were right.

 

[tabber]

I never felt "that way" for my own Mom, but in my 50's now and I'll have a dream that we had a relationship in the past. Mostly it is of my wanting her to see my hard cock. In my weird dreams I'll just whip it out so she can see. I wake up with vague snippets still in my brain, almost as if "I can't believe I showed my dick to my Mom" and it felt so real.

 

[X15]

Ever since my sexual awakening, I've had a special place in my naughty mind for Oedipal fantasies. Having grown up with a beautiful mother who only got more appealing as she matured, I have intimate knowledge of her body without having been intimate with her. I've peaked on her, caught her with spy cams, played with her underwear, even found naked pregnancy pictures in my dad's photo collection.

I've never acted on my fantasies and do not condone the pursuit of incestuous relationships in real life. But I very much enjoy the fantasy of it all, and have a deep fascination for the underlying psychology.

In this thread (or via PM), I would like to discuss this particular kink with like-minded people. What is it with the fantasy of bedding your own mother that makes it such a turn-on? I'm well aware that this thought has the opposite effect on most (?) people, and the rational side of me completely gets that. It is a "healthy" reaction, after all. But those who know, they know.

So, fellow Oedipals: how did it start for you, and how would you explain the reason why it excites you? Let's discuss!

All I can add is this; there is no other greater sensation than ejaculating inside the womb that conceived you. Loving mother in that most intimate and sensual way is beautiful.

 

[Tom_Brown]

Personally, I have never been attracted to my mother or my daughter. But the stories that I read (and sometimes JO to) regarding a son having sex with his mom or a father having sex with his daughter get me more excited than most others.

I still enjoy wife-sharing/cheating stories, but the incest ones “do the trick” for me.

Sibling sex is also a turn on and I was fortunate to have some play with one of my sisters and had sexual intercourse with another sister many times (when we were in our teens). But parent/child is the best.

I would definitely have sex with my 2 very sexy & beautiful sister in laws and wish my wife would fuck my brother in laws (I heard one has the same size cock as me, 5.5”, but the other one is big & thick, 8.5”), but that hasn’t happened (not that I know of).

 

[AfternoonStu]

Bumping this thread too, in hopes of getting back into chatting about my favourite taboo...

 

[imamdboy]

Finding pornographic polaroids got me started, really opened my eyes.

 

[Tom_Brown]

Some of my friends told the same stories to me when I was a teen-ager. I began to investigate and went out of my way to accidently see mother in various states of undress. I know she noticed because she became more openly showing herself. Although nothing was ever said, it imbedded great thoughts within me that got me through some great masturbatory times. I loved her panties. Unfortunately, I moved out not too much later and life went on its way but I still retained the memories. There were many minor incidents over then next 30 years that always kept me interested. Then when mother reached 63, father passed. Mother needed direction on how she was going to face the future. So I had to set up various things for her and start showing her the necessary things that must be done. It didn't take long for us to escalate.

“Escalate”? Please continue. Did you finally have a sexual relationship with your mom?

 

[Tom_Brown]

I recently had the opportunity to ask my son this exact question. What was it that caused him to look at me in a sexual manner? In his case, it was apparently triggered by a comment a friend of his made about me. His friend told him that he had the hottest man out of their friend group by far and proceeded to describe my body to him. Even though he reacted with disgust to his friend, secretly he did start thinking about me differently. That's when he started to go through my hamper and would steal my underwear and such. This all got perpetrated even more when he discovered that my husband and I had an open lifestyle.

So, did your son ever get the opportunity to sample mom’s body sexually? If so, please elaborate.

 

[peruchica]

So, did your son ever get the opportunity to sample mom’s body sexually? If so, please elaborate.

Not something I'm comfortable elaborating on publicly but feel free to PM me

 

[Up4fun&69]

While my father was very conservative, my mother—10 years younger than he—was very liberal. I began my enjoyment of nude times outside when I saw an older neighbor, then in her late 50s, strip on the beach and go swimming. When I asked my mother if I could, she said that she couldn't say "no" since she and her brother, mother and father went skinny dipping when she was my age. And every since then, when we'd come back from the beach in those times when I had to wear a suit—other people and friends were on the beach—we'd also strip off our suits and hang them on the clothes line together before wrapping a towel around our waists, if we even did that. In those years and well after until I got married at 30, there was that openness. She was very proud of her full bush and how that had caught the eye of my father before they got married. Sometimes she'd put her hands under her small (A) tits and talk about the times she wished she had bigger tits as men would tell her that she had it all except big milkers. And walking nude to and from the shower for both of us was common. As I left for my first year of college, she was worried about my social life because I was so shy and really hadn't dated anyone. A few weeks before my departure, I heard her talking to some of her friends and my father about whether she should get a hooker for me or, to be safer, if she should teach me about sex and pleasing a woman. (Although she didn't know that several of my friends and I spent a good deal of time nude when the folks weren't around.) That certainly got my mind thinking.

A lot of that must have rubbed off on me, either consciously or subconsciously as the the women I had both the longest term relationships with and the hottest sex with were all redheads, A cups with a fine ass and big bush, not to mention free spirits with a love of being nude inside and out, just like my mom.

After my father died (she was 55), and into her later years after her last romantic relationship and after my divorce, she'd look back on her life and very casually talk about her sex life with men before she got married, as well as sex with my father. My father was a playboy and had women hanging all over him. My mother said that after dating for a while, they were having a talk about where the relationship was going. She told me that my father said that while they had great sex together, he had women who were willing to have sex every day if not twice a day, and asked if she thought she could please him twice a day, every day. She said that when she had him cumming 3 if not 4 times a day for a month, he begged off saying that she was wearing him out and that's when he proposed. And there were times when I'd be her "date" for times out with her friends and on the car ride home, she'd teasingly ask if I was fingering her friends under the table because they always wanted me to sit next to them and they were always smiling when I did. In those final 5 years of her life when she hit 80 and hadn't had a lover in long a while, when we got together she'd ask for long hugs on the couch as she missed close contact with a man. And when I cared for her in the last 16 months of her life and had to help her dress, undress and bathe, it was difficult at times as she was a well preserved woman...tone legs, a facelift in her 60s meant few wrinkles, and still that dark, full bush with just a few grey hairs. At times, she'd call out at night to help and I race into her room to help. But as I slept naked, if she needed help to shower or bathe, I'd have to go put on some shorts for fear I'd get hard in front of her.

I never acted on my desires, even in the times I think she was hinting that were could have some fun. But since she's passed, I've sure stroked off to some good fantasies of what might have happened if I had, especially if we could have spent the times together naked and if I could have pleased her 2-3 times a day, every day.

 

[Samtran123]

In my case, it all started when I accidentally saw my parents fucking.

 

[OneOldBroad]

For me, there was a sense of my mother’s tenderness toward me and her submissiveness in wanting to make me happy. The feeling that if I told her I really needed it, she would have offered her body for all of my pleasures.

Also, that the closeness between us was so filled with natural chemistry, it was easy for sexual lines to be crossed.

I can recall talking to her in her bedroom and she would change clothes in front of me. This happened even as late as when I was 30 years old. It’s an erotic memory to me. I was well into adulthood and my mom was in front of me in just a bra and panties. I’d be standing so closely and watch mom sitting on the bed taking off her pantyhose.

I suppose it was kind of aggressive, rude, or inappropriate that I wouldn’t know it was the right thing to leave the room and give my mother her privacy while she was changing clothes. But my attitude was that unless she told me to leave the room, I was going to stay because I enjoyed the eroticism of what felt like mom performing a cabaret club strip tease for an audience of just me. I liked looking at the different colors of her bras and panties.

I think these experiences deepened the emotional intimacy between me and her.

It sounds like she was into it, too.....

 

[Smoothshavendad]

While my father was very conservative, my mother—10 years younger than he—was very liberal. I began my enjoyment of nude times outside when I saw an older neighbor, then in her late 50s, strip on the beach and go swimming. When I asked my mother if I could, she said that she couldn't say "no" since she and her brother, mother and father went skinny dipping when she was my age. And every since then, when we'd come back from the beach in those times when I had to wear a suit—other people and friends were on the beach—we'd also strip off our suits and hang them on the clothes line together before wrapping a towel around our waists, if we even did that. In those years and well after until I got married at 30, there was that openness. She was very proud of her full bush and how that had caught the eye of my father before they got married. Sometimes she'd put her hands under her small (A) tits and talk about the times she wished she had bigger tits as men would tell her that she had it all except big milkers. And walking nude to and from the shower for both of us was common. As I left for my first year of college, she was worried about my social life because I was so shy and really hadn't dated anyone. A few weeks before my departure, I heard her talking to some of her friends and my father about whether she should get a hooker for me or, to be safer, if she should teach me about sex and pleasing a woman. (Although she didn't know that several of my friends and I spent a good deal of time nude when the folks weren't around.) That certainly got my mind thinking.

A lot of that must have rubbed off on me, either consciously or subconsciously as the the women I had both the longest term relationships with and the hottest sex with were all redheads, A cups with a fine ass and big bush, not to mention free spirits with a love of being nude inside and out, just like my mom.

After my father died (she was 55), and into her later years after her last romantic relationship and after my divorce, she'd look back on her life and very casually talk about her sex life with men before she got married, as well as sex with my father. My father was a playboy and had women hanging all over him. My mother said that after dating for a while, they were having a talk about where the relationship was going. She told me that my father said that while they had great sex together, he had women who were willing to have sex every day if not twice a day, and asked if she thought she could please him twice a day, every day. She said that when she had him cumming 3 if not 4 times a day for a month, he begged off saying that she was wearing him out and that's when he proposed. And there were times when I'd be her "date" for times out with her friends and on the car ride home, she'd teasingly ask if I was fingering her friends under the table because they always wanted me to sit next to them and they were always smiling when I did. In those final 5 years of her life when she hit 80 and hadn't had a lover in long a while, when we got together she'd ask for long hugs on the couch as she missed close contact with a man. And when I cared for her in the last 16 months of her life and had to help her dress, undress and bathe, it was difficult at times as she was a well preserved woman...tone legs, a facelift in her 60s meant few wrinkles, and still that dark, full bush with just a few grey hairs. At times, she'd call out at night to help and I race into her room to help. But as I slept naked, if she needed help to shower or bathe, I'd have to go put on some shorts for fear I'd get hard in front of her.

I never acted on my desires, even in the times I think she was hinting that were could have some fun. But since she's passed, I've sure stroked off to some good fantasies of what might have happened if I had, especially if we could have spent the times together naked and if I could have pleased her 2-3 times a day, every day.I am

I am rock hard after reading this!

 

[johnwyne007]

I recently had the opportunity to ask my son this exact question. What was it that caused him to look at me in a sexual manner? In his case, it was apparently triggered by a comment a friend of his made about me. His friend told him that he had the hottest man out of their friend group by far and proceeded to describe my body to him. Even though he reacted with disgust to his friend, secretly he did start thinking about me differently. That's when he started to go through my hamper and would steal my underwear and such. This all got perpetrated even more when he discovered that my husband and I had an open lifestyle.

That’s so beautiful. Id love to hear more

 

[peruchica]

That’s so beautiful. Id love to hear more

Feel free to PM me

 

[hoozierbond]

I have never had any sort of oedipal lust but my son...that's a different story.