I need your mummy-son advice – see below. But before we get into that, what incredible weather we’ve had, eh?! Except for right now, as if the weather’s declaring NO MORE SUMMER FOR YOU. Ah well, it has generally been blissful and warm, time for lazing about and reading books and watering the garden …
… so yes after a delightful summer break, I’ve been doing some more wondering in the direction of the ‘backyard’ estranged-twins sort of scenario, and it occurred to me that through all my comics I’ve covered/referenced most ‘kinks’, most family combination issues in one way or another … EXCEPT the mother-son angle. So, while getting my as-yet unpublished young twins closer together, I’ve also written in a little mummy content, because why not, eh?
So tell me – those of you who are into the older woman / mother figure kind of thing – why’s that eh? What is it about the mother figure that is so attractive? I’m hoping for something beyond the predictable porn trope of authority dominatrix, or the you-owe-me sort of relationship that seems to be about the place. You know, where the son either coerces his poor mother into sex stuff, or she dominates the poor boy into sex stuff – both of which are just abuse and aren’t routes I’m particularly interested in portraying in any comic … but tell me; that stuff aside, what makes it hot? What might make it really, actually work, eh?
Because I have a theory, and I’ve written it, but I’m also open to ideas at this early stage.
Anyway, while you good people of the internet are pondering that, here are a bunch of render tests, one absurdly-proportioned mother character, and one very large summer hat! Love these moments, you know when you’re pottering around the garden, dead-heading this and that, wobbling about in the early morning before it gets too hot, as your estranged but recently re-homed teenage son watches goggle-eyed from the house.
Ah yes, let’s stick some voyeurism in there for good measure, eh? Perhaps that forms part of it, early observation of something truly epic? Written into young impressionable minds? It sort of feels like the indirect ‘observation’ sorts of shots are a bit more fraught with sexual tension, I think. Perhaps that’s part of it.
And in case you haven’t seen it, this is WELL worth honourable mention, on the topic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKROin-qwiE
My theory about why incest fantasies works, whether actual parent/child, step-parent/step-child, siblings, parent’s sibling/parent’s child, and so on is that it is sort of low-hanging fruit and a remnant of our very distant past. I recall reading in “The Cartoon History of the Universe” (which is a great read) a theory that in pre-historic times tribes found that it was actually beneficial for children of tribe members to marry outside of the tribe and that they may have figure out the genetic downside to marrying within the family so it quickly became a taboo for health reasons more than anything else.
I also think fantasies about fucking members of ones own family is probably pretty common. Hence my belief that such fantasies are also low-hanging fruit. It’s easier to fantasize about fucking people you know or are related to than even a schoolmate or someone you work with. I grew up near the Ozark region of the United States where there is a stereotypical behavior of them going to family reunion to find their next boyfriend or girlfriend. It wouldn’t be a stereotype if it didn’t have a kernel of truth to it.
I also think the abuse part of these kind of fantasies are because they can’t see how else such an interaction would work otherwise. But, I think that also goes for many other fantasies. Domination is just easier to believe than building up to a healthy relationship that tips over into sex.
Yeah the [ancient] history part of it is interesting, for sure. It’s been good looking at the feedback below though – lots of very different takes on it.
Not my pind of beer…I mean: not my cup of tea.
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Personally, I am of the opinion that since his mother is the first person a boy imprints on as an infant, that impression sets a standard that can be hard to meet by any other woman, especially if his mom is attractive! As the old saying goes “a boy’s first love is usually his mother”!
My teenage fantasy, alive and well to this day, was to be adopted by a voluptuous French woman in her thirties who would take me under her wing and teach me the art of seduction and how to explore and pleasure a woman. She would capture my heart and teach me how to touch her in innocence and to listen to her body with all my senses wide open. I did not learn how to surrender in life until very recently, to have learnt that level of trust and love with a mature woman as a teenager would have been heavenly.
Yeah, good that you learnt it at all though – I think it’s super common never to happen at all, so glad to hear that ‘surrender’ is something you’ve found 👍
And the French woman fantasy: also good 🥐
Wow, ok, I fear my input will be very different to the other comments, which are pretty good actually.
This is very personal, but I am giving my overall experience and background context, to provide a possible narrative that could be used.
My mother took me from my father and left France to the country in which I now reside, when I was very young. As a result, I had no father figure for the first 5 years of my life really. I was the only constant for my mother and, through all her failed boyfriends and sexcapades, I was always there as her comfort, always making her feel better, feel ok, feel loved. It was all on me as a kid. I wasn’t allowed to be angry at her or sad with her, because that would set her off, and I had to be good to make her happy.
I’ll be honest, this fucked me up in ways that I have been in therapy for, for a long time, and still to this day.
The other aspect of my relationship with my mother is that she is overly sexual to the point of being an issue. She paraded around nude right into my teens and often in front of my friends when we were younger. This left a lasting impression (obviously). She would often introduce me to her clients or friends who were within an age range (because she felt she was helping), and her motivation was for me to go on a date or something. Often pushing how handsome I was or some shit like that. Invariably I did land up sleeping with these women in my late teens and twenties. This, among a myriad of other things, warped my relationship with sex and intimacy. I am working through sex being purely for my self-esteem in something I am “good at”, because of my mother.
So, if we think about incestuous relationships with one’s mother, I would imagine that this could evolve from wanting to please mommy, and keep her happy despite all her sadness, given her overtly sexual nature, stepping to the next level and using your sexual abilities becomes a no-brainer (in the fictional world).
Flippin’ heck Phil, that’s a huge and really important thing you shared – thank you. I honestly think that’s a very common and difficult thing, where the parent needs parenting – and then we deal with the consequences in our own ways later, and think … huhhh … that shouldn’t have happened. Hmm.
Anyway I’m really happy to read you talking about getting therapy for it, because much like me there’s some sh1t our parent(s) do that we definitely need some help talking through and getting to the bottom of. Textbook over-sexualisation of a parent can be suuuper damaging, so I really hope you are okay continuing to work through that shit, and just want to send a high-five through the ether: 🖐️
It’s not your fault. For real. Keep going man.
Yes… I agree (well said).
(similar background)
Not a big fan of domination in general, but when I was younger I was definitely attracted to older ladies that had a motherly aura around them, someone who could teach you by example how to take care of other people, how to listen to their needs, how to be there for them, and thus deserved the same to be done to her.
I could do without a mom/son thing but that’s me … also what’s up with the nipples on mom??? I know it’s a model thing but gah… oh ps… thank you for taking the time to post… was going through withdrawals for the past month lol.
Yeahhhhh, nipples take a bit of work to get right. I’m not sure either, but with all of those sorts of details, I have to balance ‘getting it right’ with ‘doing it within my lifetime’, so sometimes I just shrug and carry on hehe
Hi. hope you get some tan. ^^
To the question abaout Mom-Son-Thingies… I dont think it’s all abaout abuse one of them by the other. I think in two ways. Maybe it’s the son don’t get the changings with his body very well and mom want to help to understand what is going on, what he can do now and why is it so fun to that. Ander while her “teaching” mom feel the 2nd spring comes around and it goes to a more practical teaching. 😉
The other way i think is the left mom. Maybe dad left, died or something or Dad doesnt show any interesset in Mom anymore. Maybe has a young secretary or so. Long story short, Mom feel lonely and sexual frustrated. And there comes the son. maybe he see her masturbating or he feels that mom is sad. So he tries to show her how much he loves her and that she is not an “old hag” to him.
This is what i think about the Mom-Son-Thing. Sure there are more szenarios. Like Rape, Drugs, Drunk, Hypnotize, Blackmailing and so on, but i think my thoughts are the most plausible. Which Son would rape his mom? Sexual preference aside and maybe mom learns/likes some more kinkystuff than just vanilla. To explore more and more stuff in her 2nd spring and while learning that a mom is not an old hag + exploring the sins of having fun with her son can get a whole new serie. From small kisses and “OMG what am i doing here” to “he makes me feel so alive” to ” i would do everything for” to “f.ck f.ck f.cuk… this is creazy.. but.. Ohhhhhhhh”… there is litarely no limit what cann’t be explored. cuddling, teasing, flirting to BDSM, Gangbang, public …. To explore the 2nd spring can be so much.
So let your spirit fly. I’m sure you will not disappoint us. You never did.
Yes I agree your scenario is much more real-world likely that the rape/abuse scenario, it’s just that p0rn (both comics and video) tend to be lazy and just skip to the sex – and the fastest way to do that is to ignore the relationship completely and just be like “HEY MOM UR A WHORE LETS BANG” – which just simply wouldn’t happen unless you’re an utter tool, and if you’re that much of a bellend, the likelihood is you’d realise and commit suicide before you hit thirty.
So yeah … lonely and frustrated … much more likely. Much more kind. Much more believable. And as we know, believable means sexy 🙂
I, for one, am looking forward to this addition, and I think the model looks amazing! I’m looking forward to what you come up with.
Okay…I think there are a few things going on here.
I don’t think people are necessarily thinking about their own family members as such. Not saying it isn’t like that for some folks, but definitely not a necessary part.
I think in terms of incest in general, part of it is just people being uncontrollably horny, and so doing stuff when there is very good reason not to because they just can’t control their lust. The fact that it is weird and awkward and in the real world would (for most people including many having the fantasy) be gross – that the horniness supercedes anything else is the turn on.
Part of it I think can also be the fantasy of a guy being treated as a sex object. ‘Bro/son I need penis. You have penis. Can I use your penis?’
Part of it also – and I think this is probably where the mommy bit comes in especially – is the idea of sex as people looking after eachother, being looked after. By someone who feels the need to look after them and their needs, in this case even if it’s weird and awkward. And that can go both ways, with the mom looking after the son but also visa versa.
Yeah good points, I often forget that magnetism of simple ‘looking after’ – but like its opposites (loneliness or something), the experiencing of that feeling is a serious human urge we can’t and shouldn’t ignore
I’ve always looked at it as “child has an ache, parent solves it. Child has hurt, parent fixes it. Child gives a question, parent gives honest answer.” kind of thing. Not so much “I will bend YOU over and spank YOU this time, you old nag!” but more of a “No one really likes me or wants me around. What is wrong with me? How could anyone ever really want me? Maybe I’d be better off not being here.” parent then consoles something like “That’s absurd! Everyone would love you if they saw you like I see you! You’re handsome, funny, caring, smart, and you have all your love on your sleeve, my dear. I know I shouldn’t say this, but if I were younger you’d be the one that caught MY eye.” and then things just escalate from there. It’s also a sense of “I’m so old and wrinkly, there is no one out there that wants this. I’m too old, too gross, and too feeble. I’ll just be alone and undesired”. Take all of that and you start to create a tension and a desire to “help one another out and show how much they are still loved”. Small lines get crossed and others get crossed out. But this same facet could be reversed for Father-daughter conversations, too. I think it’s about showing vulnerability and the older person realizes, from wisdom and age, that showing vulnerability is something that is sacred and not something to be used as a weapon against the other. They take that as a sign of affection, then it can all build from there.
Just my crazy 1.5 cents.
Yeah makes sense, esp small lines being crossed – I’ve often felt the sexiest moments (incest aside) are the small lines being crossed towards someone. Sitting on a sofa watching a film, an elbow touches an arm and they don’t pull away – that sort of ‘nothing’. In reality when that happens with a potential lover, the world explodes with wonderment!
I think it just comes down to a persons mother being the standard by which all other women throughout ones life are judged. Even if your mother is an absolutely horrid person, you use her to judge how not to be, and if shes a saint then you use her as an example of how to be. So its natural, from a male perspective, to seek out a woman much like your mother, or the exact opposite, and thus a small step to desire ones mother. Not for everyone, but I doubt its all that uncommon no matter what “proper society” says. Even for me, having never viewed my mother that way, I can look at a picture of my mother when she was young and totally see why my father went for her. Hell, theres a reason I prefer redheads of the auburn variety, though ginger is still very attractive, and thats because my mother set my standard of beauty, behavior, and personality.
Omg tell me about it, seeing photos of family members when they were younger I’m like DAAAAAAMN and then I have to step aside that feeling and be look Ohhhh, I mean … gosh I can appreciate how attractive … um … the … errrrr … moving on …
(I would, though.)
Never had an ounce of sexual feeling towards a relative. However, I have always had (and still have) a penchant for older women. When I was young they knew so much more than I did. They were experienced, knew what they wanted and were more than prepared to tell me. They turned me into a more skilled and far more patient lover (I claim no credit – I followed instruction; we’re born with no natural skills). They taught me to care about their satisfaction as they had the experience not to accept disappointment without comment.
Has it faded as I’ve grown older? No. As I’ve aged, I’ve become a sapiophile and as a result I still find women of my age and older far more alluring than younger women.
Yeah although that’s understandable (by me) from a friendship or advice point of view, I’ve never understood it from a sexuality point of view, so thank you for adding your side of it, always interesting to read these takes on life 🙂
I think it’s pretty simple, actually…. deep down, we want to have sex with someone who knows everything about us, yet has always loved us and always will. Girlfriends come and go, wives too… but to have mind-blowing sex with the only woman in the world who’s loved you since the moment you were conceived… and who you’ve loved since the moment you were born… and who’s happiest when she’s taking care of you… well, how much better can a fantasy get than that? Who can possibly make love to you better than that?
That said, I’m sure that for the vast, VAST majority of us who enjoy mother-son porn, the thought of doing anything like that for real with our actual mothers is just ugh, no way, forget it, NO. Like, never even a flicker. Because in a fantasy, she can be a slim, stacked MILF with whom you don’t have any pesky memories getting in the way of your mutual lust, you don’t have to worry about ruining your relationship with her or destroying your family, it’s always sunny in Incestland.
I can’t wait to see you do a mother-son story, Sindy. I’ve been following you forever — posted anonymously in the past that I love it when your characters say I love you and I love it when they kiss, among many other posts. 🙂 You truly are the best!
nobody, not even the rain, has such huge cumshots
So much rocks about this comment haha! Seriously considering “It’s always sunny in incestland” being the next comic title tbh 😂
Oh and I’m pretty sure I remember the comment you refer to – there’s a moment when a certain Blue alien is on someone’s lap and they say ‘I love you’ – I remember someone commenting that was the hottest thing about the comic, and that really made me stop and think about why that might be. I’m saying that literally helped my approach to comics and writing because it was below the [my] level of consciousness before that, but that comment helped bring it out – what are my comics really about? How do I write more of that? V helpful, thank you.
The only other time that’s happened to the same extent was when a few people commented about their favourite bit being in Lithium where Mike is kind to the stutterer the first time – at that time those henchmen are just sort of random comic relief – but because the comic feedback people were like “Omg really relate to the henchmen being kind to each other” it really made me think about what the comics were actually exploring, heheh.
I am so delighted to hear that one of my comments way-back-when inspired the comics I love! I’ll have to comment more often now. Yes, it was that moment at the end of Pilot Plaything. Among so many others… (I love the God moments, too, and no I’m not kinky about it. I actually got choked up, seriously, throughout Comic 20. 🙂
Seems to me to be an instance of convenience. Both quantities are knowns, both quantities are close (as Ian Fleming once wrote, “… nothing propinks like propinquity…”), both quantities have already had a very intimate relationship with each other.
I agree with B. please give her nipples like Charlie’s, firm and outstanding like in your gif of her dancing, I love that.
An older woman that becomes a friend, maybe a widow that needs some help with her garden or some decorating. You work and she provides tea, biscuits and conversation. The work slowly becomes secondary, talking, maybe watching a movie after she’s cooked a meal for both of you after you have finished that day’s tasks. Maybe a cuddle if she gets emotional or just a hug when you leave, a peck on the cheek leads to one on the lips accidentally, embarrassing her then laugh together. No pressure from either side, weeks… maybe months go by and you just stay friends or you both take it a step further, who knows where it will go but going there gives pleasure to both parties………
Yep that sounds totally believable. That’s the way relationships normally get going I think, rather than the porn-dominating cliche that it has something to do with ‘confidence’ or trickery of some sort.
When it comes to mother-son incest stories, the Japanese have it to a fine art. I’ve been translating Japanese incest ero-manga for some ten years now, nearly 500 stories usually from 20 pages to a several hundred (uff). When I first started this kind of work, I had no idea just how popular Japanese incest was, not just in Japan but all over the globe. The variety of mother-son incest in the Japanese hentai comics is amazing. My preferences are single, divorced or widowed mother, or perhaps husband being away because of work, simply because it avoids the awkwardness of “being caught in the act”. But of course, sometimes that just can’t be avoided! My favorite stories are where the son finds his mother masturbating without her realizing it. That starts the whole fantasy of the boy seeing his mother as a woman. That usually leads to using mother’s underwear, mother finding her semen soaked panties, perhaps hearing her son masturbating and calling out “mom”. Personally I find stories where the mother initiates the encounter not very believable, just can’t see what kind of mother would do that to her child. I prefer stories where the son somehow makes his intentions known. Sometimes just telling the mother how much he loves her is a starting point. As for my own “hobbies”, voyeurism is the best!
Thank you for all the wonderful work you’re doing, it’s truly appreciated!
Ah, thanks Amoskandy, that’s interesting. I agree on the whole that it’s less likely to be initiated/driven by the mother, and your path-to-sex definitely sounds believable. That sounds like a lot of comics you’ve translated – do you get paid for it? Seems interesting to do it if it’s not your personal fantasy.
[Hat-tip to voyeurism, btw]
In all my 10 years of translations, I made less than $1000. Most of it was on commissions because people kept offering me money. I don’t do this for money, it’s just my passion.
I don’t think people are necessarily thinking about their own family members as such. Not saying it isn’t like that for some folks, but definitely not a necessary part.
I think in terms of incest in general, part of it can be just people being uncontrollably horny, and so doing stuff when there is very good reason not to because they just can’t control their lust. The fact that it is weird and awkward and in the real world would (for most people including many having the fantasy) be gross – that the horniness supercedes anything else is part of the turn on.
Part of it I think can also be the fantasy of a guy being treated as a sex object – like not necessarily in a dehumanising way but just – ‘Bro/son I need penis. You have penis. Can I use your penis?’
Part of it also – and I think this is probably where the mommy bit comes in especially – is the idea of sex as people looking after eachother, being looked after. By someone who feels the need to look after them and their needs, in this case even if it’s weird and awkward. And that can go both ways, with the mom looking after the son but also visa versa.
Yeah that ‘looking after’ thing is definitely very human and relatable, for sure.
I have more trouble with the ‘sex object’ thing – as someone who’s suffered at the hands of others, there is nothing [I find] sexy about being objectified. Though that’s obviously not everyone’s experience, objectification at that level might seem fun from the outside/inexperienced but I think the reality of it is very depressing. Aaaanyway, that’s just me and my baggage hah! Definitely agree about the horniness though – we often forget we are all flippin weird animals and if our blood gets ‘up’, we can turn into these absolute tornados of HOOOORRRRRNNNNNNN hahaha
I don’t know if the ‘reality of it’ would necessarily be good for a lot of this stuff and a lot of this seems more like fun ‘from the outside’ anyway though right? I mean true of a lot of fantasy stuff in general, not even just sex stuff?
I think also because maybe it’s less common for guys to feel objectified or even if they do maybe the power dynamic is different, so the fantasy seems less threatening? Like some of the sister/stepsister fantasies you see are the sister wanting to practice a sex act with the brother’s penis… but it doesn’t seem like the girl is intimidating or imposing that on the guy ? I mean even in Maddy and Crash 2 – she needed the medicine from his penis right? That kind of thing. Less common I guess with the mommy stuff but still… I mean not saying it can’t get creepy – it absolutely can – but not necessarily?
PS Also sorry for posting same thing twice under very slightly different monikers… It was my first time posting and with the delay thought the first one might not have gone through… You may or may not wanna delete the ‘platonymous’ one… sorry
Aye fair enough 🙂
And no problem at all, it’s hard to tell when comments work or not
My particular kink has always been “hidden sex”. That is two people who look innocuous together but are actually fooling around.
Incest fits in well with hidden sex because the two protagonists naturally want to hide their shenanigans from the rest of the family!
Brother/sister appeal to me more, maybe because they’re the same age? It’s a good question. I pondered the question for quite some time and couldn’t come up with very good reasons except the age thing.
I do like some mother/son comics like Anoko no Kawari ni Suki na dake and Hitozuma A-san to Musuko no Yuujin N-kun.
But my favorites are bro/sis like Tomodachi n uchi de orusuban and of course the famous Experiment Sisters.
Hehh, thanks I’ll check those references out. I definitely agree part of the allure for me is the ‘hidden’ aspect. Perhaps that’s the flip-side of the voyeurism draw – that it offers some control or some secret that is often so tempting. I’m writing it into the upcoming Lithium – more hidden sex – I don’t know why it’s so sexy but I guess it does have that control thing going on and that’s always interesting, especially considering the overall topic of Lithium being about control hehh 🙂
For me, there’s always been a kind of an “EWWWW” factor, in regards to incestuous subject matter.
I mean, I love the play “Hamlet” and I love my own mother.
But to… Ugh!!! Gross!!!
Only a monstrous pig like Donald Trump would fuck his own daughter.
Which I believe he did.
Its seperating reality from erotic fiction, Im confident none of us wouldsee our own family sexually, whether parent, offspring or sibling. BUT, in erotica, it is one of the big forbidden taboos, and that alone makes it 100 x as exciting, as its so naughty.
..andwhoreally wants reality in erotic fiction ? Although i really dont get the monster genre.
Yeah it’s funny isn’t it, I only started doing an incestuous comic because I started a few pages with a normal couple and was like “This is dull, how can I make it a bit naughty / exciting?” and BAM! Wincest. I guess it adds that everyone-knows-this-shouldn’t happen little injection of excitement that you’d otherwise lack – and that little injection is what normal real relationships feel like when you’re making it up but seem to be getting closer to someone -that’s how it feels! I think anyway hehh 🙂
Firstly… It could *never work (at least not in a healthy way)… the horror of possible inbreeding abnormalities aside, the whole “power dynamic thing” would never result in even the smallest semblance of a “healthy relationship” (it would always be “fake”/ forced… maladapted/ twisted).
I don’t know about others (but being “of the demographic” that this kind of kink actually appeals to), for what it’s worth… here are some of my thought’s on the matter:
My degree of “interest” in this regard has “evolved over the years.” I imagine that among “many” (few?) reasons for a preference for this is deeply rooted in “attachment issues” (abandonment) and feeling like the only partner you can/ could really connect with is (would be) someone as close as “how an idealized version *should be” (and not the reality you’re left with)… “blood”/ family is *supposed to be the closest (right?)… anyone who *actually feels this/ that way will probably never *really understand the draw… something about this is also probably linked to/ goes hand in hand with “sexual repression” (like the whole “if not them; then who else would possibly fully embrace/ accept you?” so a feeling of hurt/ rejection and then a running for “comfort” never given… kind of thing, maybe?).
All that aside… there’s also the “rush” (flush) of the taboo aspect of it (it’s thrilling to do “bad” things… and something about the “dominance”/ corrupting aspect of “taking advantage of what is supposed to be a pure relationship and instead defiling it with lust” is kind of a *Dark kind of *hot.).
yes… I think that’s all I have to say.
Yeah I think you’re right, it’d never be a fully happy/whole relationship in the real world. Unless I suppose if the two characters were somehow disconnected from the world entirely, and didn’t know about other people, in order that they’re much more free of the full shame/taboo feelings. Like somehow they both just arrived in the middle of nowhere and had no memories of previous times / other humans. Then they might sort of ‘make do’ and after a few years just function like any other couple – very happy and occasionally struggling but otherwise pretty normal. Though the inherent sadness in that situation would be the bleakness of their isolation, so not entirely a happy arrangement either!
(*Firstly whomever is screening these comments before they go live: can you do something about my comments not showing an anonymous profile pic? That’s kind of disappointing and breaking the “trust” of asking us for our email in order to post)
The anon pic must be attached to your email in some way – like WordPress does that with Gravatar. The comments aren’t screened by humans, it’s just the comment system. Either find the source of the profile that holds that pic, or I can delete your comments if you like – let me know 🙂
I think the only “way it could work out happily” (without accepting the fact that it’s a “broken/ maladapted kink) would basically require the writer to completly “bend backwards” in an attempt to try and “force it to work out.”
Like: “they are two strangers whom don’t have any shared memories of being related” and “there is no one else in the setting to inform them of said connection.”
Otherwise there will always be the “breaking of the responsabilty to not take advantage of the one in your care.”
Like: the only “grouping” that “kind of gets away with it” is the “siblins couple” (because they are closer in “samness” with reguards to “dominence”/ responsability… but a “Mother-Son” or Father-Daughter, Mother-Daughter, Father-Son” coupeling immediately starts off with the “ideal of parental responsibilities” (mainly “don’t corrupt your child,” care for them in a way that they are better off having been raised by you):
Any scenario that breaks this “first order” rule; has allready started down the path of “an unhappy ending” (so if your going to attempt to try and tell that story: you kind of have to just accept that it’s all maladapted “make believe” and move on (like “ignoring logic/ norms and just claim that “this works/ this is what happens in the story.”
Like: “the freeuse kink” where no one cares/ it just *is what is happening and everyone elvolved just ignores/ accepts it as “normal.”
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I am in the U.S. (wanted to get that out ahead of time). Having read all of the above comments it would appear I am actually the first for this. Please forgive me, this will probably be a long post.
My parents divorced when I was 10. Dad got custody of us kids (me, a 3 year older sister and a 7 year younger brother) and mom was out of the picture until 4 years later. Dad remarried 2 years later. When my mom decided to come back into our lives, my step-mom did everything she could to “drive a wedge” into that relationship. I was 14. My sister was now 17 and wanted nothing to do with mom as she felt mom had abandoned us for the last four years. My brother, who had been only 3 when mom and dad got divorced, was so young he didn’t hardly remember mom before the divorce so he wasn’t interested in seeing her again. This left me. Oh, before I forget (sorry) when mom came back into our lives and wanted visitation rights, she agreed it would be voluntary — our choice; only if we wanted to. Hence why my sister and younger brother said no. Which left me. Of course I said yes.
So, visitation. One weekend a month (the 2nd weekend) and two weeks in the summer. Weekend pickup Friday evening at 6PM, return Sunday evening 6PM. Mom lived in what was a studio apartment, so there wasn’t a bedroom, just a large open “living room”, a kitchen and a bathroom. Mom had a hide-a-bed sofa she slept on and whenever I came to visit, I’d sleep on the bed with mom. Now being 14, those male hormones were in full swing. In the mornings I’d wake up with the “morning wood” and at first I was so embarrassed and I remember mom telling me it was alright, all boys go through this.
Ok, before I forget (Yes, I know; again), I learned this next part many years later. Mom had self esteem issues. Even though I thought she was beautiful, and would tell her on numerous occasions, she still felt like she wasn’t. Even today, I see her pictures from before the divorce and, yes, she was quite beautiful. She also suffered from postpartum depression that started when I was born but became exasperated after my brother was born. Sadly back then it wasn’t called that (actually it was referred to nonclassical depression – I had to look it up) and my personal belief is this is what led to my parents getting divorced. Finally, the other thing I also learned many years later is that there had been complications when my brother was born (I’ve never been able to find out what, exactly, those complications were) and as a result she was no longer able to have children. Like I said, I learned all this many years later but at the time knew nothing of her struggles, so I had no idea that my innocent yet sincere comments about how beautiful she is was and that I loved her were actually having a positive impact.
For the first year everything was going great. I’d visit one weekend a month and then the two weeks that summer. I’d wake up with my annoyingly embarrassing “morning wood”, we’d have a brief teasing laugh over it, then get on with our day. One weekend about a year later (around the time I turned 15) I realized that mom was no longer wearing a bra when we went to bed. Also again (yes I know!) before I forget, I always wore pajamas while mom would wear a nightgown to sleep. The nightgown was semi transparent so I could definitely see her bra underneath. A year later when I realized she was no longer wearing a bra, it obviously got my attention because…. I could clearly see the outline of her breasts under her nightgown! (I can still see her like this in my minds eye to this day.) Mom did not have large breasts, actually quite the opposite. If I were to try to give them a size, using memories that are admittedly 52 years old, I’d have to go with a nice size B cup.
Yes, the next several months, when we’d go to sleep, I admit I would stare. I mean, it’s kinda hard not too. But mom never said anything, or even gave any indication that she knew I was looking, although I’m pretty darn sure she did know. Knowing this would only “enhance” my condition when I woke up the next morning. Most times I’d wake up laying next to mom, but there were several times I’d wake up and I’d be snuggled up against mom’s back with an arm draped over her. But what really embarrassed me was my “morning wood”. That darn thing would also be against mom. Not plastered, mind you, but yeah, I’m pretty darn sure she knew it was there. Sometimes whenever she woke up, she’d roll over and, with a smile, say something like, “Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep good?” Or “Did you sleep well last night?” Or words to that affect. Come on, I’m going off 52 year old memories so I’m trying to remember the best I can.
You also got to remember, since our visitations first began, I would often tell mom how beautiful she was, how much I loved her, how I thought she was the best mom in the whole world (and still do!!). None of that ever changed.
This went on until a month after my 16th birthday. That was the weekend that changed everything. I woke up that Saturday morning snuggled up against mom’s back, my arm draped over her waist and my usual “morning wood” lightly pressed against her. When I moved my arm, she also woke up. She always woke up right after I did, even when I tried not to disturb her. I suppose it’s a “mom thing”. Anyway, she woke up, turned over and as she always did, said good morning and asked how I slept. I would say something like I slept good or words to that affect, then she would say something like it’s time to get up and how I need to get dressed while she would put the hide-a-bed away and start breakfast. Which, of course, we did.
God, I haven’t thought about this in detail in a long time. I mean, seriously, a *LONG* time. In like 40 years long time. Don’t get me wrong, I have fond, loving memories of what we shared, which I always recall when reading yours (or other authors writing in this same genre) comics. Just not the details. Not like this. But now those memories, those *details*, are flooding back into my head with a clarity I would never thought possible and it’s like all this just happened yesterday. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, but not that morning. I had thrown off the sheet in preparation to getting out of bed when she stopped me by gently placing her hand on my arm. I looked at her, she looked at me, then her gaze went down to the quite obvious tent in my pajama bottoms and she said something like, yeah, I can see you slept good. The next thing I knew she casually moved her hand down to my crotch and lightly placed her hand on my pajama bottom covered erection. (There, I said it! Erection.) Then she just as lightly moved her fingers over the top of my erection. I was stunned and just stared at what she was doing. I muttered mom and she stopped, not removing her hand and wanted to know if I wanted her to stop. I didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at what she was doing. She took my silence as acquiesce and went back to stroking my erection. I could only watch, speechless. Before I knew it she slipped her hand under my pajama waistband and grabbed my erection. Her touch was electric! A few strokes later I said Mom! and that was all it took.
She leaned over, kissed my forehead and whispered she loved me, got up, went into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth. I just laid there, speechless, not believing what had just happened. She cleaned me up as best she could then surprised me by asking if I were ok. I muttered something incoherent (To this day I still don’t remember what it was I said!) but apparently she understood me because she said something like that’s good, then told me to get dressed and she’d start breakfast.
Afterwards there was this awkward silence between us that lasted through breakfast. When we finished she sat us down on the couch and we talked. I will not go into the details of what was said (otherwise this would be a *really* long post!) but suffice it to say if what she’d done changed how I felt about her. Of course not. Did I want her to take me home. No. We talked about other things as well, like about how my being there has been wonderful for her and how happy she’s been these past couple of years. Then she asked something that took me by surprise. Did I enjoy what she had done. I whispered yes. But what she asked next literally left me speechless. She asked if I wanted her to do that again. Like I said, speechless. I just nodded my head. She smiled and said she did too. We talked a bit more before getting on with our day.
When I first started visiting my mom over a year ago there had always been this underlying sense of sadness I’d get from her from time to time. After that morning it was gone. She did it again that evening and then the next morning. As she was driving me back home that evening (remember I had to be back by 6PM) we talked more about what we did and she told me I must never tell anyone what we did. Of course I told her I wouldn’t. And I didn’t, not for many years.
For the next several months, she would stroke me until I orgasmed. She’d pick me up on Friday evening and that night before bed we’d do it. Then the next morning. Then Saturday evening before bed followed by Sunday morning. Then about six months later, that Friday night, while she got ready to stroke me, she gently slid my hand up under her nightgown and placed it over her breast. That’s how I learned to please a girls breasts. A couple of months later and my hand was now between her legs while she stroked me.
I learned so much during that time.
A month after my 17th birthday, when I went to bed that Friday evening we did was we always did, she stroking me until I came and me caressing and by this time licking her breasts while my hand was down in between her legs. The next morning, I woke up once again snuggled against her back, my erection once again in it’s familiar place up against the back of her crotch. Unbeknownst to me the night before, after I fell asleep, mom had removed her panties but not her nightgown so the next morning when I woke up, mom did something I never imagined she’d do. As I lay there content to snuggle her, she managed to raise her gown enough to then reach behind her and, taking me in her hand, guided me inside her! I gasped, asking what was she doing. She gently shushed me and said it was alright, she wanted this. I was so confused as we’d never talked about doing this before. I may have only been 17 but I knew what sex was and how it worked and I knew exactly what she wanted but it was still a shock to me that after a year of foreplay (I’d learned what that was from talking to friends at school) she now wanted more. Much more.
I began moving my hips in and out. I’m embarrassed to say I did not last long but she understood and was ok with it. We didn’t go outside until it was time for me to go home on Sunday evening. For the rest of that year, up until I turned 18, every visitation weekend we’d have sex. That summer (I was still 17) during my two week visitation, we did have sex but we also went out to do mother/son things like go to the park, see a movie, heck we even went bowling (neither of us were very good but it was so much fun!)
When I turned 18 I hadn’t yet graduated from high school and was still living at home. My step-mom tried to keep me from continuing to see my mom, saying that by the court decree I was no longer obligated to do so. But I did anyway, much to her anger. To this day I still don’t know why she hated my mom so much.
During the time I spent with my mom I had noticed her demeanor change, especially after we started being sexually active. She was so much happier, with an amazing sense of humor and sunny disposition. After turning 18 she no longer came over to pick me up on the second weekend of the month. By then I had my own car so I’d drive over to her tiny studio apartment. Yes she still lived in that same studio apartment since the first weekend I began visiting her back when I was 14. She did show up for my graduation but kept a discrete distance so as not to cause strife with my step-mom and even my sister who still hadn’t forgiven her for “abandoning” us for four years after the divorce. I did manage to break away for a bit using the excuse to visit some friends. Whether my family knew I was actually going to see mom I don’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. Hearing her tell me how proud she was of me meant the world to me.
I got a job working at a fast food burger restaurant close to home. Yes, I was still living at home. Mom and I continued to see each other whenever we could. Around the middle of November of ’74 I began to question if there wasn’t more to life than standing behind a counter asking customers if they wanted fries with their order. No combo meals back then; you had to order everything separately. That’s when I decided to go into the Navy. But first I discussed this with mom. I could tell she was sad but she tried not to show it. She did support my decision as she knew I’d always had a interest in the Navy from an early age. In January ’75 I went to bootcamp, then to my school in Great Lakes, Illinois before being stationed on a destroyer currently in the Mediterranean. During this time I wrote letters to not only my family but also mom. Mom said she was proud I was serving but missing me terribly.
August 23, 1975 began like any other day. We were in port in Naples, Italy. As I didn’t have weekend duty, myself, along with a few other shipmates, had gone on the beach the night before to partake of the “liquid” nightlife. 🙂 The next morning, after breakfast, I was lounging in my work compartment when shortly after 8 AM (or 0800 for those who know military time 🙂 ), the messenger of the watch came in looking for me, saying the XO wanted to see me in his cabin. As I hadn’t even been on the ship a month, everyone was asking like what the hell did I do? I had no clue as I followed the messenger down to the XO’s cabin. Once I was admitted, he motioned me to sit down and, after I was seated, handed me a piece of paper. It was a telegram from the American Red Cross notifying me my mom had passed away the night before. This news hit me like a ton of bricks! Say what you will about the military but when it comes to emergency leave, they will bend over backwards to get you home the day before!
Once I got home, that’s when I learned the details of moms passing. Seems after I went into the Navy she’d begun to slowly slide back into her depression. The two times I’d seen her before leaving for my ship (once between bootcamp and Navy school, then a second time between school and ship assignment) she was in good spirits. It wasn’t until after the funeral, while talking to some of her coworkers, that I learned she’d only brightened up during those two times because she knew I was coming home on leave. Once I left for my ship (I didn’t know when next I’d be home), not even a month later, on the night of August 22, 1975, she’d gone out drinking by herself and, while on her way home had been pulled over, arrested and put in jail for DWI. Back then it was called DWI. Sometime during the night she’d hung herself and wasn’t discovered until the next morning.
For years afterwards I would ask myself if it was my fault. If I hadn’t gone into the military would mom still be alive? Even now I look back on the brief time we had together and treasure every fading memory of it. And now, putting all this “on paper” as it were, brings back those special, joyous, loving times we had together yet also the sad times after her passing. Even today, almost 50 years later, the guilt of not knowing if I had not enlisted, would she still be alive, continues to linger.
I do enjoy reading well written mother/son incest stories because they remind me so much of the amazing times I had with my mother. What I will never understand is how an author can create a supposedly mother/son “love” story and then have the son use such disrespectful, disparaging and, yes, even hateful, words like b*tch, c*nt, sl*t, wh*re, etc., when talking to his mother. How that author must hate his own mother! The same even for brother/sister incest stories. Do they hate their sister that much? I would never, NEVER!, not in a million, gazillion years, never would I have used words like that when talking to my mother! This is why I love your stories so much! They are written with love and respect for EVERYONE involved. I cannot thank you enough for what you’ve written. If you ever decide to write a mother/son story, I will be the first in line to read it!
As a side note, the above picture of the mom outside in the back patio, naked except for what I presume is bikini bottoms, to me is not realistic. At least not here in the states. (Unless they’re nudists, but that’s a whole ‘other topic.) I will admit, though, many years ago when I was overseas in the Mediterranean (first in 1975 then again in 1977), I quickly learned that over in Europe there are numerous countries where nudity is not considered “taboo”. In fact it’s actually considered quite normal and the only people who take notice of it are usually the tourists. (Ever been to the French Riviera? I have! Of course I was also a lot younger too. Those days are long gone. LOL) So a mom being outside in their back patio wearing only her bikini bottoms would probably not be too out of the ordinary if the story takes place somewhere in Europe where that type behavior is normal. But if it is and it is normal then why would her son be “spying” on her? Anyway, that’s just me.
I apologize as I just realized how long this truly is. Sorry about that. I hope there wasn’t anything I wrote that cannot be posted but if there is you are welcome to edit accordingly. Thank you.
Wow DesertFox, what an extraordinary thing to share, thank you for doing so. I totally agree that the ‘wh*re’/woman-shaming porn out there is pure crap; anybody who would treat anyone like that is really, really struggling and has absolutely no idea what love is. Same with choking women, like I’d really encourage people to ask themselves why they might be into that, what’s the root of all that anger and resentment?! Because until that’s figured out there’d be zero peace nor functional relationships, so it’s a big one to look at. Anyway, you get that.
But yeah, about what you shared – jeez it’s tough isn’t it? I’m glad you seem to have gotten through it and survived because that’s a huge thing to come to terms with – I mean the suicide and the inevitable feelings of guilt around that. Is it something you’ve spoken to someone about? I only ask because often our assumption is what we did was so shameful it should always be a deep dark secret, and therefore we kinda get locked up never being able to share the broader story, to say the words. Especially if you then have military training which can be focused on shut-up-and-get-on-with-it! And therefore the discussion around the guilt doesn’t have a place to get aired (apart from on a comment thread like this, where hopefully people know their comments get respected).
We assume what we did was too bad to ever see the light of day, so we bury it. But in reality, reading what you put – all of that stuff seems very human and utterly believable, maybe not fantastic in terms of boundaries or whatever – but we all know this is the reality we’re faced with, where we are not perfect, we act on our connection/animal selves to try and feel better, and things do escalate especially when we’re feeling low and want to reconnect or express what our hormones are telling us to do! The divorce makes sense w/the post-partum stuff that’s super common, the response of your siblings, your desire to help your mom and encourage the healing of that relationship, encourage that human back into the knowledge that she is loved, the reactions of your stepmom – all, ALL of these things are totally human and totally reasonable.
Ultimately though, we cannot be responsible for other people’s lives, for their stories or choices or even for their basic survival – though we often wish we could because we love them so much. A big thing for me was feeling responsible for my Granda’s death when I was eight years old – I wasn’t, obviously – but had I really done everything I could to stop her from dying? It was years later I was helped to re-frame the problem and start to process the difficult feelings. Perhaps the question is not ‘Would your mom still be alive if you hadn’t joined the navy?’ – the question is for the time you had together, did you love her? Did you honour her and show her she was worthy of love?
I honestly think as we get on in years, that’s the only question that is of any importance at all – did we love? Did we demonstrate love in our decisions and words and actions? And if that is the thing that we should concern ourselves with, how can we un-do all that angst and shame and guilt that sits on our shoulders and in our guts when things go wrong, and keep going wrong (as they tend to)? And who can we talk to about that?
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As a P.S. the topless-in-the-garden-thing – yes it’s fairly normal for European countries. Not so much the UK (all my comics are England-based or English characters at least), where it’s too chilly to be boobs-out for much of the year! But still – yeah it does happen especially where the garden isn’t too overlooked. Speaking from personal experience. And although nudity might be theoretically ‘normal’ – would you still feel guilty for wanting to have a good long look at your mum’s boobs? Yep – hence the voyeurism; turns something innocent into something that feels a little shameful. We do love a bit of angst!