I have been a reader of your wonderful blog for a little while now and was recently inspired to share something before time runs out and you have your big success with your mom and finish the blog.
Recently my mother flew to visit me and an old memory came bubbling up. I first became interested in incest when I was in high school several years ago, at a time when there weren’t any blogs or gifs or anything so immediately gratifying as today. My family owned one computer that we kept in its own room and it was very hard to get some alone time with it as my family was a tad big.
People write stories and suggestions about leaving porn up on the screen and having their mom or dad instantly turned on and ready to jump into bed with them. One evening I was in the middle of my alone time and I had the browser up with some tabs of drawings and sketches as that was all I could ever find but I clearly remember the web pages saying “mom-son” and so forth. Well I was called away to dinner or something and for some stupid reason left the tabs up smack dab on top.
When I got back to the computer maybe half an hour later I realized what I’d done but that wasn’t all. the browser was closed. and the only two people home that night were my mother and I. I was mortified. I kept thinking she was going to talk with me, things were going to change, maybe I’d be kicked out, who knows. None of that happened. Everything stayed normal.
Except for one detail that instantly stuck out because when one thing changes in a routine you usually notice right away. My mother started changing clothes with the door open. Not just a crack but enough to have a full view. This was big. But not in the usual big where anyone else sees the open invitation and jumps right in. The moment I saw my mother change in front of me was the exact moment I knew something definitive about myself.
For me, it was all just a fetish. I wasn’t attracted to my mother in any way. She was a good looking woman, don’t get me wrong, but when I looked at her there was just nothing. I used to feel so guilty about what I was doing on that computer but it all just washed away. Eventually my mom closed the door when she changed and the status quo stabilized. But that event always stuck with me in some way.
I’ve never shared anything like that before, felt good. Cheers!
Thanks for sharing that. Several people have written in before, not sure if their interest is due to an actual attraction or just the fetish. I always think it’s good to figure that out. Saves a lot of confusion.