Chapter 6455 Tying My Mother To The Bed(Taboo Sex):>Ep3
- Which was all very well, but in the same way as it had an effect on my mother, it had an effect on me. At first I was mildly aroused. My mother never wore sexy clothes during our sessions, but the sight of her spreadeagled on the bed inevitably gave me an erection. She was, as I have said, an attractive lady, in the prime of her maturity, and my childhood fantasies re-emerged with added vigour. I now masturbated two or three times a day, exclusively to visions of my mother. Sometimes I masturbated while she was in bondage upstairs.
- In the act of tying her down, and when she was fully secured, I felt an almost irresistible urge to touch her, in inappropriate places: her breasts and her crotch. I wanted to take a handful of her hair and pull her head back and force my mouth onto hers, tasting her lipstick and pushing my tongue into her mouth. And afterwards, when she had showered and dressed, I wanted to touch her gently and stroke the soft skin of her neck, as though we had just made love.
- It was a cumulative effect. I coped with it for the first five or six weeks, but eventually I began to fear that I wouldn't be able to control myself. That I would fondle and grope her as she writhed in protest and told me to stop. Maybe I would masturbate in front of her, splashing her with my spunk as I came. Splashing her face as she turned from me in disgust. That, I decided, could not be allowed to happen. I needed to talk this through with her, to tell her how I was feeling and maybe suggest that we had to stop, although God knows, I didn't want to.