I came across your writings about three years ago by accident, a misspelling when I Googled about the Oedipus Complex. I had one, which had been brew...ng and was now bubbling in full ferment. Being a house-mate with my mom was stirring up the feelings I had, which had never been very dormant in the first place.Let me say that I found the advice in your “Open Letter” to the mother, 'Jocasta' was good advice and gave me a real impetus to set in motion my own plan to try to have sex with my mom. . ) by her profile here: a tasty choice of uploadsI defriended the profile as she told me she would leave it alone, we became friends in Facebook beforeI keep my list of friends here on purpose below one hundred as I like to remember who is whom of themI have for other reasons over six hundred friends in Facebook - most of whom are also Go-afficionadosI got to know a handful other interesting women through her, most are also sex-experts - in the USAI will tell here parts of her story as I. As we swirled the two loads together, we moaned at the intensity of the mixture. When we pulled our tongues and mouths apart, Matt breathed in deep like he had just run a marathon. I asked him if he liked it and he smiled and said, “Oh yeah!”There was a sudden bright light and then another and then the loud clap of thunder. The storm had grown stronger which was good. Now there was less chance of any intruders into our private shelter.I turned Matt over and opened his cheeks and darted my. She was shuddering and then tensed up, obviously coming. That pushed me into coming. Then, Kennedy slowly rolled onto her side, as I sat back on my heels.She'd made it obvious what she wanted, so I zipped up and left. It just seemed so erotic being so impersonal. I relived that one a lot. That would be the sort of memory I'd jack off to, but Kennedy had me in use so much I needed to rest when she didn't call, so no jacking off.—One morning I was still half-asleep when I felt Kennedy pushing.