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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Letter from Jocasta to Oediplex (MF, inc) by Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com) *** An open letter from Oediplex to a mother contemplating incest with her grown son and her reply of what they did. True story and semi-autobiographical material. *** Dear 'Jocasta', Our mutual friend, Joss, gave me some of your details and I understand you are contemplating having sexual intercourse with your son and are looking for some help in your thinking. Since I have been a student of incest and a wannabe-motherfucker for thirty-five years, Joss suggested I send you some of my thoughts. I am more than glad to and hope you will let me know what happens. Of all the incest that does happen, and incest does certainly happen, sex between a mother and son happens the least often. One can speculate on the reasons that the relations between family members happen and the incidences might be isolated occasions or more long term. There are most certainly bad cases of abuse, easily recognized; yet in some case it might have been in some way purely beneficial. But as this activity is so associated with the more commonly bad, the uncommon good (or even the more likely neutral) consequences of family liaisons are suppressed. Modern psychologists know that all little boys go through a "Oedipal Stage" where they are jealous of their mother's affections, but is not necessarily directly a sexual focus or even overt physically. There are indications that unsuccessful completion of this stage of natural childhood development results in the condition called by the term "Oedipus Complex". The clinical definition is easily looked up, but is a form of fixation on the maternal love or Mother herself. The concern seems to be if the Complex hinders the relationship with other women. This is especially an important factor for the ultimate independence of the youth, to say nothing of what most mother's dream of - grandchildren. Most of the males to manage to cut the apron-strings and mate and to produce offspring and life goes on as usual. But sometimes later in life for some reasons (and I imagine some are more common reasons and others are in the normal spread of human variation) some men develop a sexual desire for maternal love or their Mother herself. While having a perfectly "normal life" sexually, into their mix of what turns them on is this kind of Oedipal fetish, which mostly is lived out in fantasy, is the Mother figure, either symbolically or personal. Here is a condition where sons are mature, independent, not innocent, and able to make moral and responsible decisions for themselves. They tend to have a great deal of respect for their mothers and would never impose their fantasy on her, knowing that she would never even consider it. Yet while anyone can think of many obvious reasons that a Mom might not be of a mind to make love with her son, yet there may still be some mothers, for whatever reasons, that might be open to such a union. Then if these conditions exist together, a lusting son, an open Mom; sometimes the signals might be given visually, or discovered accidentally, or they are put into intimacy incidentally; and this leads to incest. Is this a bad thing, a neutral thing, or something beneficial? Of course it could be several things. But if some of the obvious things are not standing as impediments such as fathers, husbands, wives, possibility of pregnancy, etc.; then there might be less of reluctance, and a lot more connecting. Connecting in this way sexually, as well as other levels of love that exist already between the two, mother and son, is another way to express the love that is bonding them. The best definition of what this kind of love is, this sort of incest is this from someone called Jane. "incest is to an attempt to transfer [at least in one's imagination) the sweet physical joy into an already existing strong psychological bond which is essentially unselfish, affectionate and permanent." While of course that is the ideal, reality is seldom as neat, love is messy. As the French say, 'is that not so?'. You have been given a great gift. What if you had never learned of your son's desire? You as a mother are happy when your son gets something he wants, and are happy to provide if you are able. Just as any loving parent does. you have the knowledge of his interest. Would you rather to not have known, now that you do know? Now that you do know, the idea is to you yourself exciting. It seems naughty, yet if might not be, (or at least not so much) if all the circumstances are weighed and considered. (On the other hand, the naughtiness might be a turn on?) Most importantly to be asked, could anyone get hurt? If that is a risk, then that is cause for pause. No one suggest to have relations where relationships are damaged. That being said, the idea is a turn-on, and you can see him responding to your more alluring attire. What next? How far to go? What way to test the waters? What if you could, what if you both did, what if it happened? What do you base your decisions on, how do you balance influences, what authority speaks to your heart's delight and your soul's comfort and your body's yearning? This is your quest, your question, your inquiry. Is it not? It is not untypical of other romantic dilemmas either. I can assure you that there are some who have had good experiences with their sons. I am, in fact editing a true story written by a son with his mother's input, about their long and happy affair. This was in an upper-class family too. So others have gone where angels fear to tread and found the footing fine and carpet quite comfortable, in fact. You have a better handle on how slippery things might be for the two of you. But if you would give your son his hearts desire, if it were in your power, and if it is something that you desire too, if there is no other man in your life, if he is free too, if there are no serious impediments, then maybe this IS all right and maybe it will be as fantastic as you both imagine! Best of luck and best of love Oediplex 8==3~ ** JOCASTA'S REPLY Dear Oediplex, I read your letter forwarded to me by Joss. I thought about what you wrote. I have done some research on-line and at the library too. In addition, I have read your stories, they are well written, even if the grammar may need editing in spots. The il-lust-stated story you and Pandora's Box and Joss did together was excellent and played a part in what happened between my son and I, as I will explain shortly. I contemplated your last thoughts: But if you would give your son his hearts desire, - I always have given him what ever he wanted, spoiled him perhaps. if it were in your power, - It is, if I would desire to. if it is something that you desire too, - I drip at the thought of fucking my son, but I am reluctant, as it is a big step to actually commit incest, not something done lightly. if there is no other man in your life, - Husband died of cancer three years ago, no dating since either, and no wonder I am horny. if he is free too, - broke up from his lady of two years over six months ago - no dating since for him either, I wonder if he is as horny as I am, I am sure he is. if there are no serious impediments, - None according to your guidelines. then maybe this IS all right - Maybe, but how can I be sure? and maybe it will be as fantastic as you both imagine! - if it does happen, it will be fabulous indeed! Long hours were spent in thinking about what I wanted for my son, for myself and what would be right or wrong. I cried about it and even prayed about it. I also read an article by the minister you recommended, Rev. Springer, about sex in the Bible, posted at this site*. Very interesting, indeed. So my moral compass might be spinning, but my libido has a magnetic all of it's own - pointing directly to my son! I wanted to be sure that he was willing to move things from fantasy to reality and to my bedroom. But as you said, "What way to test the waters?" After several weeks of study and reading and praying, I devised a plan to have an 'accidental' confrontation on the issue. I needed to have my boy (grown man by now) masturbating while thinking about incest and me. I needed him when and where I could catch him at it and raise the issue which was creating the sexual tension between us. That is when I thought of your hot il-lust-rated story, "Slipping Into My Sleeping Mom". I registered and got access to the story. The great drawings by the artist known as Pandora's Box and the erotic description your text provide is a real winner. I personally got several cums from reading it. I knew my son would too, because of the many steamy pictures and sizzling action. Then I left it on the computer, so when one moved the mouse the screen-saver disappeared and there as the first panel - the cover page. I left this set-up for when I knew my kid (I'll call him Oeddie - LOL) would be sure to sit down at the computer. It was on Friday evening, I announced that I would be going to bed to read and that he could have the machine all to himself. Then I waited for fifteen minutes. I entered the den, the door had been closed, and caught him with his pants down - literally! I said that I had wanted to check on some file that I had not meant to leave open on the computer. Oeddie, spun a quarter-turn in the desk chair and pushed back slightly, so that I could see both the screen and his hand on his erect penis. He asked me if this was what I had wanted to hide, and gestured toward the screen. He was half way through the story and completely hard. I nodded, not being able to speak I was so keyed up. I asked if I liked that genre of erotica or if I had left the story as a gift for him. I replied with one word. "Both . . ." We talked for a moment about our mutual taste in pornography. He suspected that I knew of his Oedipus Complex, since he had been concealing his dirty books about incest under his mattress since High School. I would come across them when I changed his sheets. In fact, that is how my own interest in the subject was sparked. But he didn't have a clue, until that evening, that I also like to fantasize about mother/son sex. Now, however, the cat - make that pussy - was out of the bag. I wanted to get him stimulated again and suggested he read the story while I jacked him off. He brightened like a headlight with that idea. I pulled up a small stool near by, and as I masturbated him, he finished reading the story. When he got to the part where the boy in the story entered his mother's vagina I used my mouth and gave a gulp on Oeddie's rod. I thought to make him cum, but it didn't happen. To many factors to fully concentrate on cumming he explained, when I looked up after sucking him through to the story's conclusion. He took off his shirt and kicked off his pants from around his ankles. Then he reached over and lifted my nightie from me. We were both naked now, the computer screen was the only light. We didn't say a word, either of us, as he took me in his arms and kissed me. The kissing continued, deep and heavy and lots of tongue play. He stoked my wet slit and then put in a finger, then two. I let my digits work their delicate magic on his wand. We knew what was going to happen that night, the heightened emotions and hormones made the atmosphere ripe with our pheromones. I expected my son to follow my lead when I took his hand and pulled him toward me, I was intending to lead him to my bed. But instead of rising with me, he pulled me back to him and shifted has weight off the chair, so that we both tumbled on to the carpet. Rug burn time. I was ready as I ever was to be entered, on my back, legs wide. He positioned us in quick order so that he was between my welcoming thighs. His manhood thrust with authority, but gently into my dripping channel. I came immediately, I as so turned on by the rapid ravishing I was receiving. Oeddie pounded on to bring me to a second orgasm in several minutes. As my vagina tightened with its third climax I felt the wonderful feeling of his member swelling to his bursting point. Then my son came in me. The rush nearly made me faint, as a series of internal flutters in my womb responded to the gushing flow of his hot semen within me. It was a dream cum true, our separate fantasies united as our bodies joined in reality. After we had made a huge wet spot on the floor, we got up and giggled all the way to my bed. We continued for half the night with breaks for snacks and lots of cold drinks to cool our sweaty selves. It was a fantastic evening, that weekend we added being lovers to our relationship. He is an adult, and I am an adult and no one knows about our affair except for you and Joss. We write this letter to thank you both for having brought us together. We hope you get a good cum from our tale. Perhaps you might like to write it up as one of your stories. We would love to read that, and would be glad to supply more details if you want. Oeddie has been reading your works like me and his word says it all, 'awesome', especially the big il-lust-rated one done with all the incredible art by Pandora. Joss mentioned there was a sequel due out soon. Please let us know when it is published. Also can we get the copies of the photos collection you posted recently? Oediplex, what can I say to thank you for helping me to make up my mind and seducing my son. I hope you will continue you distinguished career in erotic writing, though you ought to find an editor (oeditor?) to help you polish the little rough spots you sometimes miss. But your stories never fail to make us cum. All our best to Joss too. Love and thanks from me and my son, Jocasta ** OEDIPLEX RESPONSES Dear Jocasta, I sure did get a good cum from your story, I know Joss did too. Since you were open to me with the conclusion of your story, or should I say climax? I will in turn share my background with you. I believe from my study of the subject of incest, that the familiarity of family life breeds (pun) not contempt so much as neutrality, the exotic, exciting, erotic, romantic feelings are directed to those who are outside the genetic-unit, though, interestingly enough, they may very well resemble a family member. In other words, 'birds of a flock don't often fuck, but birds of a feather will tend to nest together'. My own real feelings for (though lack of incestuous experiences with) my own mother began when I heard them making love in the family rec room, and interrupted them in innocent curiosity. After a couple of those incidents they moved into their bedroom for privacy. About this time I also was to learn the facts of life. Thus I began to sneak upstairs after they retired, and voyeuristically ease drop on their lovemaking. My "Adult Oedipus Complex" comes from years of masturbating outside the door of my parent's bedroom as I listened to them. My mother was quite verbal when she had an orgasm, and it was yes, yes then. But she had a conservative upbringing and even though my folks had pre- marital sex in the parlor of mom's Sorority house (behind the piano), so when she was building to the climax. It was like she was resisting the feeling of loving sex, and is was no, no . . . before the giving in to the overwhelming climax my dad brought her to, several times each eve they fucked, though it wasn't every night, but often. So that is where my love of seduction themes comes from, mommy's "no!, no," then "yes, yes!". Having been listening outside my parent's door for many, many evenings and cumming with them, I came to eventually have sexual desires for my mother. To show her my love in a physical way, not just foot-rubs and leg-rubs and back- rubs; but a stroking into the very heart and soul of her being, as well as the depths of her body. But I was sure that those feelings would never be returned and that she would be hurt by my approaching her on that basis. After her death, I learned from my dad that in the last years of her life those reactions might not have been the ones she had, that rather she might have had a positive response to my advances. In my youth I fantasized about most anything half pretty and wearing a skirt. In my sophomore year of college, something, not sure what, began to swing me to older women images (teachers) and particularly mother/son stories for my turn-ons. By my Sr. college year I was totally into incest, mostly mother/son. The observation I had of the books which served to fuel my rod, was those with incest were of people who loved and cared for one another and the rest of the erotic literature made more of the physical mechanics and how many beds and combos could be done with the stock of characters in the story. The non-incest were, for the most part, too dry, no emotion, lacking of feelings for the partner. The best part of making love is the relationship. Cheap meaningless sex has it's place, God knows I've never gotten enough of it myself, but screwing the most forbidden, seducing the loved one and the conquest of lust over morals, priority, and future complications (i.e., don't tell Dad), that is my cup of tea, my hot button, turn on, fetish, kink, deviation, perversion, decadence, etc. I would call most of my real sexual experiences pedantic or pedestrian if it didn't make it sound like I was a pervert of the kind I'm not. Each of the three ladies I wed (that was no lady that was my bitch) knew what kind of pervert I really am, and were perfectly aware of my proclivity to mother/son incest fantasies before we wed and generally had no problems with that. So my three divorces were due to other problems, none sexual. There was one time, that never happened, but might have been the occasion that I finally got to fuck my mother. When I was fresh out of Grad school, in my first house, as a young professional and single, (having recently ended an engagement with a gal in Indianapolis); my mother asked if she could come and visit me, alone. Knowing now, what I later found out from my dad; that at the time, that they had stopped making love several years before, I can imagine she was very horny by then. Added to the quite possible discovery by my mother, possibly at sometime in the past of my incest pornography with mother/son sex themes (I didn't try too hard to hide it), then it is conceivable that I might have gotten to fuck my mother on that visit. Which never happened as before she set a date (and of course I had no idea of the potential of that stay) I met my first wife and we were very quickly engaged. No matter what, at that point my mom would have not interfered. She wanted grandkids. But my father told me one thing about my mother that would have been critical if we had started down the path of incest. Dad told me (after mom died) that she was a goner if you ate her pussy, then she had to have it in her, she couldn't allow herself to cum that way for some reason, she would say "Put it in, put it in now!" That explained the vocalizations I had heard at their door. While my father was in a talkative mood that night and similar evenings, I wrung all the information on their sex lives and my mother's body. I could say I pumped him, but that would give a misimpression! Get this, when I told him that night that I had the hots for mom for all those years, he said he had wished he'd known; that he had such power over her that he could have arranged it. I assumed he meant during that period after they had stopped making love (and that I was unattached. Where is a friggin' time machine when you need one. Someday I will write a fantasy of the visit that never happened. Obviously, one should be concerned for their mother's feelings and as a loving son I would never do anything knowingly to hurt or upset her. Better to stay with fantasy, I thought at the time. Some parents are broad enough to discuss the issue of incest, at least on a theoretical basis, in a rational way. My mother would not have been one, though. But I have come to realize these things: That First; the reality seldom lives up to the fantasy. Second; fantasy is filled with variety; you can only fuck your mother for the first time once in reality, and no matter where it was, it can't be again in a different setting, the shower - instead of the couch etc. Thirdly; we are living in an age where there is easy access to erotic writing on almost any twist that the human mind can put on sex for the sake of novelty of the craving of fetishes. Thus the available material for masturbation or role-playing between partners. Each of my three wives, I'm divorced three times, was willing to role play and be mother to my son, seduced by her child into no holes barred sex. Sex with our own children was never considered. It was a lot of fun and no one got hurt. Keep in touch, Oediplex 8==3~ * {note from author} This correspondence is posted several places. Rev. Springer writings, both serious and witty can be found at several incest story sites if not this one, or email me for the URL. Oediplex 8==3~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23