Oedipus the Dreamer – Incestuous Love

This is Chapter Six, "The Dreaming Oedipus—Incestuous Love," from the book "The City of Desires of Men." Because the original book is quite long and uses a case-by-case approach, I will post the chapters separately for each case. ——————————————————————————–(Case One) Tim—The Musician's Conceit I married a lovely woman, and we had two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. We both taught music, earning $25,000 a year. My fantasy revolved around myself and my beautiful mother. In my fantasy, she was thirty-six years old, but looked much younger, while I was a sixteen-year-old boy with a perpetual erection. One summer Sunday morning, we went for a walk in the countryside. The sky was clear and the weather was pleasantly warm. My mother wore a simple white suit. Because the path was narrow, I walked behind her. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful legs. Her legs were beautifully curved, like an upside-down bowling pin. As she walked, her skirt billowed, revealing her alabaster thighs. She had her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, which perfectly complemented her round face, making her look much younger. She swayed her large, round buttocks unintentionally. When she bent down to pick a flower, her thighs and the full, alluring buttocks encased in white panties were exposed beneath her skirt. After we reached a secluded spot, Mom needed to urinate. I pretended I needed to too and turned around. As I turned, pulling at my crotch, I showed my mother both my enormous, erect member and her private parts. My mother was somewhat embarrassed, but she stole a glance at my erect penis. I didn't know whether my mother was pleased or annoyed by my recklessness. Women are a bit too clever for us men. We continued our stroll. We arrived at a farm where inbreeding was used to breed racehorses. We saw someone trying to mount a stallion on a mare's back, and my mother suggested we stop. She said inbreeding would improve the horses' bloodline. The stallion about to mount the mare was her son. We were all fascinated by the stallion's enormous penis. We watched with awe as, with the help of the man, the stallion finally found the way, inserting his huge penis into the mare's birth canal. My mother seemed very happy, rubbing her thighs tightly together. I asked her, if inbreeding produces better offspring, why don't humans do the same as horses? She didn't seem to know the exact answer, only telling me that social customs disapproved of this method of mating. Later, my mother told me it was a sociological issue, not a biological one, because it would cause competition between siblings. However, I had no siblings, and my father had long since abandoned me. "Roads are made by walking," and if that's true, then it certainly applies to my mother and me. Wouldn't the sexual union between two loving relatives make their relationship even better? Of course it would. My mother agreed with me and thought many things were illogical. She was a practical woman; she thought it didn't matter if I fucked her as long as no one knew. While we watched the horses mate, I fucked my mother from behind. My penis trembled and swelled inside my mother's sweet, empty vagina. I dared not thrust in and out too quickly, lest I reach climax too soon. So easy, so natural… I wondered where people's fuss came from. Fucked my mother; it was the most beautiful and worthwhile experience of my life. Here is my second fantasy. My mother and I had been lovers for four years. On this day, we joyfully celebrated our fourth anniversary. For dinner, we enjoyed exquisite food, caviar, and the finest champagne. My mother wore a black, strapless nightgown, without underwear or a bra, her fair, smooth skin shimmering. She also wore black stockings and garters. We sat facing each other at the table, gazing lovingly at one another in the flickering candlelight and soft music. Then, my mother and I danced. She wrapped her arms around my neck, while I held her full buttocks tightly in my hands, caressing them affectionately. My mother rubbed her genitals against my trembling, hard penis. Then, we sat on the sofa and watched television. She sat on my lap, lifted her nightgown, and pinned herself against my enormous penis. We sat like that for a while, and I gently stroked her breasts. Then, she turned around, faced me, straddled me, and embraced me. I embraced her back, then lifted her and carried her to the bed. My mother was a large woman, but I was even stronger, so lifting her like this was effortless. Once in bed, I straddled her legs over my shoulders. This position allowed me to penetrate deeply and satisfyingly. I fucked her with boundless love, for a long, long time. Why do I love fucking my mother? Why do people climb mountains? Why do humans cross oceans in canoes? Why did humanity land on the moon? Because it was a challenge. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't have to be an idiot to enjoy incest. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it and still live. What young, healthy man hasn't fantasized about his lovely mother? Because I grew up without a father, it was my mother who enlightened me, teaching me all the basics of sex. It's a joy to know that the answer to our sexual needs lies within ourselves. It's so convenient because we're both so busy. My mother paints, and I spend six hours a day practicing music, plus working. We have no time to connect with the outside world. Of course, I'll meet a good girl someday and marry her, but what about now? My mother has watched her little boy grow up with contentment. I am the man of her dreams. I think she can do everything my father couldn't. She's willing to teach me how wonderful sex is. She lets me have sex without guilt, letting me understand that sex is normal and natural, like breathing. From about thirteen years old, I often fucked my mother. Having sex with her built my self-confidence, made me a man… Women today are more adept at revealing themselves, making them look much younger. They are very attractive to her young, impulsive, and generous son. Whenever I see those scantily clad young girls on the beach, I often wonder how their fathers could resist them? Many fathers fuck their daughters. Brothers fuck their sisters much less often. But the trend of fucking one's mother is considered rare. This makes me happier. I am different. I am unique. I am bold. I accomplished something many people have dreamed of for years but never had the courage to do. How many young people know what their mothers' vaginas look like? Are they frigid or passionate? What does it feel like to penetrate that very womb that you created? What does it feel like to revisit the place that nurtured you for over nine months?

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