Do more people have mum fetishes now because they are absent of fathers and/or don't overcome the Oedipus Complex as...

do more people have mum fetishes now because they are absent of fathers and/or don't overcome the Oedipus Complex as often?

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no they dont
id say zupapa again for my ripa

did someone say mum fetish?

> Mother lies down flat on her back and opens her legs slightly, exposing her vulva.
> Boy kneels in between his mother's legs, feeling numb, nervous excitement running cold in his pounding chest, armpits sweating.
> Boy gets on all fours and bends forward, bringing his face to his mother's vulva, which radiates heat into his face.
> He lowers his chest and head onto her stomach and slowly slides himself forward along her body, stopping just at the point where his flaccid penis comes into contact with her closed labia, disturbing them and unleashing a subtle flow of pent-up lubrication.
> He slides back and forth, sliding his chest up and down along his mother's soft, velvety stomach, touching his penis against his mother's drooling, kissing vulva, adjusting to the pleasing sensations and focusing on the warm, reassuring contact between their bodies.
> His nervous energy eventually transmutes into arousal and his heart jumps to his throat.
> As soon as penis is erect, he slides forward all the way, effortlessly slotting himself into her vaginal entrance, their stomachs flat against each other, with his head ending up in between her breasts.
> The boy shivers at the sensory overload of his mother's yielding lubricated vaginal walls swallowing his erection from all angles as she gasps and her body tenses up momentarily.
> Boy reaches out and grabs his mother's shoulders from underneath her back, stretching his legs out behind him and basking in the feeling of completeness and fulfillment accompanying penetration.
> Mother raises her thighs up and crosses her bent legs around her son's hips, sucking him in further and placing warm, stimulating pressure around his waist.
> She begins moving her feet and legs up and down along his lower half, sliding them from his thighs all the way down to his ankles, rubbing her heels and calves against his sensitive skin.

> She puts her arms around him and begins caressing his back, neck and head with her firm, velvety fingers, sparking electric tingles along his spine.
> She brings her head down close to his, and begins breathing through her nose into his neck, kissing his ears, sending spasms all the way down to his calves and lighting his neck and scalp with an aura of warm static.
> Meanwhile the boy begins grinding his hips around in slow circular motions, breathing into her breasts and stomach, churning around in the slimy marshmallow texture of her insides, massaging strong tingles into every inch of his penis.
> The warm feeling of general excitement in his body and the profoundly comforting shivers and tingles of bliss from his mother's affections eventually morph into distinct pangs of sweet yearning in his loins, and the uniform grinding of his hips turns into sharper rhythmic thrusting as he tries to extract more sweetness from the warm tunnel of fleshy moist folds inside her.
> In response she brings her thighs up to her stomach, allowing him to mine deeper, while wrapping her arms around his back, pressing his body into hers.
>She raises her upper body forward slightly and begins gently rocking to and fro on her back while humming and moaning softly through her nose into the boy's ears, neck and head, generating a maddening combination of heated arousal with a feeling of profound intimacy and safety.
>Boy turns his head to one side keeping it flat on top of his mom and continues thrusting his hips absent-mindedly with a distant stare in his eyes, passively absorbing the vast array of lovely sensations flooding his body from all sides.
> The mother unlocks her legs, holding her legs spread in mid-air on either side of her son's floundering body, and places both hands down to the boy's swiving buttocks, squeezing and massaging them, replacing her rocking motion with small, soft thrusts of her hips upwards.

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> She slowly begins contracting and relaxing the muscular walls of her vaginal canal around the poor boy's hopelessly enveloped penis stimulating it with slimy, passionate gulps and kisses.
> This sends a strong wave of lustful desire across the boy's mind, and the excited tension in his body becomes too much to bear lying still.
> His body comes alive: he snaps his thighs wide open and brings them into his mother's pelvis, bending his knees to get as much leverage as he can, and begins to piston frantically, shaking his hips with the entire strength of his abdomen, and exposing his now occasionally winking anus.
> Eyes closed in meditative concentration, cheeks dimpled in a mix of happy glee and erotic tension, he plunges in and out of the well of writhing, suckling, motherly flesh beneath him in a rapid frenzy of abject delight, relishing the immensely gratifying friction of every millimeter of his engorged member against the swirling, spongy textures of his mother's birth canal with a satisfied, open-mouthed drooling smile on his face, breathing in measured, shallow pants.
> The mother gently increases the rate and force of her vaginal contractions, massaging her son's penis in methodical, thorough strokes, sending him into quivers of pure joy, and feeding bursts of noise into his brain's reward circuits, interfering with the dancing feedback pattern generated by his inborn, reflexive copulatory instincts.
> His breathing gets heavier and his heartbeat thunders throughout his flushed chest, pumping blood throughout his system and gradually priming his body for ejaculation.
> His scrotum shrinks into a flat patch of loose, ribbed, leathery skin under his anus, as his now swollen testes are pulled tight against his groin, and blood circulation in his pelvic floor slows almost to a halt.

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>Each thrust now fills a rising pool of concentrated pleasure in the centre of his pelvis, radiating like warm honey into his stomach and chest, gathering an explosive charge of nervous impulses in his lower spine.
> The boy's taint has been visibly locked in tension for some time now in unconscious anticipation of the disarming surge of nervous signals about to fire down and thrust it into vicious, yawning spasms.
> The mother feels her vaginal walls stretch out further as her son's penis swells to its maximum size, signalling the fast approaching limits of his inexperienced brain's sexual response.
> She spreads her thighs as wide as they can go and angles her pelvis almost vertically, as she removes her hands from his buttocks and places them flat on the small of the boy's back, lying still.
> His expression furrows in response as he jerks his legs straight and hastily shifts his weight to the balls of his feet, flexing his feet and toes spasmodically to grind his body down into the raw, rolling, muscular hole between her legs with as much pressure as possible, thirstily savouring the intoxicating ecstasy of the last available strokes before he plunges into the sweet, head-spinning high of orgasm.
> Her vaginal entrance tightens one last time and sends the boy over the edge, preparing to collect the largest load of fresh semen that her son's maturing reproductive system can brew up.
> As he exhales sharply with an intensely strained expression on his face, his prostate seizes up into a hard lump, sending warm ripples of intense bliss radiating out into his thighs, stomach and chest.