The Oedipus Complex Includes Fantasy mother Penny Pax, and a pulsating orgasm creampie Do you know what its like when your thoughts are so loud that you cant hear anything else, not even your mother when shes talking to you? I get like that all the time around women, especially my mother. I think that my mother is the only person in the world who truly understands me, and yes.. sometimes I fantasize about her lips wrapped around my cock when she is talking to me, but I swear that any guy would if they were talking to her. Im pretty new to sex but I have had sex with three babes since last year, its cool and everything, but still.. Im looking for that special girl. Im not the kind of guy that gets all fucked up at parties and fucks random chicks. Ive did it once, it wasnt for me. I need more than just getting my nut off, I need love, I need someone who understands me. I think I need to find a girl to get serious with, to have a real relationship with. I think about all the qualities that she should have she should be into watching me play hockey in the winter, and baseball in the Summer, shes a good listener, she should wear heels, like all the time, my Mom does that and it is so feminine. Mom even has a pair of heels she calls her house heels, man, I know they her feet, she is always begging me to massage them, but they make her legs look mile high. She says, they make me feel good. I can guaranfuckintee that you wont find a chick with those qualities at my age, Im going to need a sophisticated lady, an older lady. Oh.. and I need a woman that touches me like my mother does, this is very important. Im talking about the little ways she touches me, as if she wants to remind me that she loves me, several times a day, the way we sit at the table and she runs her index finger up and down my forearm, when I leave the house she hugs me tightly, and wraps her delicate fingers around the back of my neck, and she links her arm around mine like a Victorian lady when we are walking around in public. I always feel like I am the man when Im with her, even though Im eighteen, she looks so young that Id bet people think shes my older girlfriend. I snap out of my day dream, mom is furrowing her brow at me, oh fuck I dont want her to think I wasnt listening to her. I nod my head politely, and thankfully she continues on talking. I dream all the time. Its only recently become a problem. I started acting on my dreams. One time in Homeroom I was staring at Jennifers tits. Jennys one of the few black girls in my little town, and I think shes fascinating. Shes got a big smile and big tits to match, she wears her hair wrapped up in a high ponytail, and a green clip barrette holds her long bangs up in a perfect swoop on the left side. I notice her eyes, her pretty face, her hair, but Im in love with her gorgeous breasts. Im pretty sure she is cool with anyone staring at her tits, thats why she wears that vneck so low you can see the gore of her pink lace bra. Two delicious mounds, the shade of cocoa, man.. I was just wondering how big her areolae were when I felt the tit land in my hand, the next second she was slapping me across the face. I swear to God I dont remember doing it. Ive been on pins and needles since Monday, hoping she didnt rat on me to the principal, if my mom only knew! I want her to think of me as her boy, her good boy, even though I have these terrible thoughts. On Tuesday my life changed forever.. Watch the story unfold..
