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Based on the Oedipus Complex that was brought to world attention by Sigmund Freud, inherently, she knew that some men would rather bed their mothers than to bed women their own age? Yet being that it's just a sexual fantasy, for one reason or another, mostly opportunistic, especially if their fathers were in the way, most men would never have sex with their mothers. That being said, she served a role in their sexual development or sexual stagnation, whichever way one looked at it.
So long as they gave her what she wanted, an orgasm, she'd give them what they needed, sex with an attractive mature woman who pretended to be their mothers. If a young, attractive man hooked up with her instead of hooking up with an attractive woman his age, chances are good that he wanted to experience the mother/son sexual fantasy with her. Using that mother/son intimate, incestuous, sexual need to her advantage, as if picking the best flowers from a field of dying daisies, it was easy for her to spot her intended prey.
Knowing they were easy to seduce, the quiet, sullen ones were the young men she watched and most wanted. Deep waters run deeply silent for a reason but with her psychological training, it was as if she could clearly see their dark waters and troubled thoughts all the way to their murky bottom. The ones who stayed hidden in the corner and, even though they pretended to participate in the antics of their drunken friends, she knew they were the ones that were ripe for the taking. As if they were there alone with their bad selves, trying to fool themselves while deceiving everyone else that they were having a good time, a telling sign, over and again, she'd watch them fall silent within themselves when no one else was looking and/or paying attention to them.
In every bar she went and in every corner of the room, there were so very many of these tortured men waiting for her to kiss them, touch them, feel them, undress them, and fuck them as if she was so chosen to be their surrogate, sexual mother. With so very many mothers responsible for screwing up their sons, she reaped the sexual benefits of their screwed up childhoods by having sex with the young men who were dying to bed her. Perhaps because of what happened to women with their broken marriages and failed relationships, mothers ruined their sons for other women by pampering their sons as if they were still their babies instead of grown men.
To be continued...
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jaybird8100about 10 years agoI'm going to say that I've read this story twice already - twice because it takes time to absorb what all Susan is trying to say in her erotic, educated and extremely hot way. Turning back the time clock, not only for the end of standard time to daylight time, I'm thinking back to opportunities presented, some taken advantage of, some with me being taken advantage of. Some smiles, some tears, some tender moments and stirring in my loins. We have the opportunity here on Literotica to learn, visualize and run the record player and filmstrip of our minds-Thank you from the bottom of my heart Susan Jill Parker-I always come away with a smile and good feeling after reading your writings, sometimes through tears and frustration, but always a big smile, just like the sun coming up in the morning! :) Cheers & Smiles from Jaybird :) :) BTW- This is more than a 5 star feature!!!!
