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Archive name: letter.txt (MF, inc)
Authors name: Oediplex (oediplex@hotmail.com)
Story title : Letter from Jocasta to Oediplex

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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~

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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~

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