The next thing she compared was the mother and son’s financial situation. The mother always worked hard to provide for her and her son. In each of the stories, there was no family fortune, or genie in a bottle. There was no life insurance or high paying corporate job. It was just the mother providing for her, and her son the same as Megan.
The mother was always 40 years old which was the same as Megan.
The mother’s build was always 36DD-27-37, and 36DD just happened to be Megan’s bra size, and, although not completely correct on the other measurements, they were very close. Her breasts were described as “huge and set well on her chest. They weren’t saggy as you might expect of a woman of her years and size. Her nipples were just a little larger than a pencil eraser with areolas about 2 inches in diameter, and light tan in color.”
If this was supposed to be her, she hoped this was just a guess because it was correct. She’d hate to think Rick had seen her bare breasts.
She actually always hated her boobs. She thought they were way too big. They filled in at an early age causing her to get teased. Plus, it made it so hard to find clothes to fit her body well. She’d actually considered a breast reduction on several occasions especially after the divorce.
The mother was always described as “Some would consider her a BBW, but she was only a little overweight just enough to have nice curves and plenty to grab. Overall, she had a thick curvy shape with an hour glass figure having a thin waist with just a bit of a sexy bulge.”
She liked that description assuming it was intended to be her. Megan always thought she was just fat, chalky and colorless with boobs that were way too big for her frame.
The mother’s height was always about 5’5″ tall, same as her, and she always had “pretty brown eyes” same as her although she didn’t know about the “pretty” part.
The mother always had “soft, full lips” same as her. Megan always thought her lips were one of her best features, and the mother’s hair style was always “cut in a short bob with auburn hair” just exactly like her own.
The mother’s skin was always described as “Creamy almost flawless complexion and soft, smooth skin.” Although she did have a light complexion, she loved the description of the mother in the stories. If it was supposed to be her, she took a great compliment by the description.
She always thought she looked chalky and colorless, but maybe that was just low self-esteem brought on by years of neglect by her husband. Also, the mother always had “cute little feet with little chubby toes”, and they were always referred to in a complimentary way. “Does Rick have a foot fetish?” she thought to herself.
Now, there was no doubt in her mind that the mother in the stories was supposed to be her. Although she never thought of herself in those terms, but she felt extremely flattered and appreciated for her appearance for the first time in years.
She wondered if Rick really thought of her that way. Even though she was concerned about the stories in general, she was starting to feel sexy apparently from the top of her head to the tips of her “cute little toes.” She had to giggle at herself almost like a school girl.
“What was that? Am I beginning to feel giddy?” she wondered.
She began to marvel at how she could’ve read all of those stories, and never realized the resemblance between herself and the mother. Could it have been because the mother in the stories sounded so sexy? She always considered herself to be fat, and pale with big ugly boobs not having a lot of redeeming physical characteristics.
“How could anyone possibly find me sexy?” she thought. How could someone describe what she considered to be her flaws in such a sexy and endearing way, especially her own son. Should she feel angry or flattered. Unfortunately, she couldn’t help how she felt. She felt more flattered than angry. It felt so wonderful to know someone looked at her, and saw her as beautiful and sexy as opposed to fat, ugly, and that someone was a young man even though he just happened to be Rick.
The son was always described as 19 years old, 5’10” tall having a “light complexion he got from his mom” same as Rick, and he always had “blonde hair and green eyes he got from his father” same as Rick. He was always described as “non-athletic” same as Rick, and he was described as “just a little chunky with broad shoulders” same as Rick. The son was also described as having a “nice 7. 5-inch length cock, and with 7 inches in girth”. Now this she didn’t know.
She thought to herself “If this is Rick, is that an accurate description of his cock, or was it wishful thinking? Did he have such a magnificent cock?” She really began to think about that. “Have I ever noticed a large bulge in his pants?” She continued until she was lost in thought about the size of Rick’s cock.
She shook her head to bring herself back to reality. “The size of Rick’s cock” those were words that should never be spoken by his mother. “Where’s my mind?” Again, she giggled at herself until she broke that chain of thought. “Shame on me!” she thought, shaking an imaginary finger at herself. She wanted to tell herself that over and over, but she was actually starting to feel a bit giddy knowing someone saw her as beautiful and sexy.
Once she brought her thoughts back to the stories, she realized “There’s no other explanation other than Rick had written those stories. No!” She thought again “Rick had written those stories about her, and his feelings and desires for her.”
Then she thought again and compared one last detail “They always end in a ‘Happily-ever-after’ way. Rick not only desires me, but wants to live as man and wife for the rest of our lives! How could this be? How is it possible?”
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With concern for Rick, Megan does a little more research online and finds some information that would seem to apply to her situation. It’s called Oedipus complex. It’s definition states that “it’s the attachment of a child to the parent of the opposite sex accompanied by envious and aggressive feelings towards the parent of the same sex.”
It’s obvious from the stories that Rick is attached to her. Now, he most certainly has aggressive feelings towards his father not only for the alcoholism, but for hurting her whom he apparently has very strong loving and sexual feelings.
Although she felt Rick really needed to see a counselor, her insurance didn’t cover that type of health issue, and she didn’t have the money to pay for it herself. She also felt Rick wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to a stranger considering he’s so shy and introverted.
So, she decided she’d have to handle this on her own. The only problem is how to approach him on such a sensitive matter. She can’t let him know she’s been snooping on his laptop. So, that means she also can’t let him know she knows about the stories, or his feelings for her considering how she found out.
“Why is the thought of approaching him on this subject turning me on? Stop that!” she thought. “This is about the wellbeing of your son not your aching pussy!” However, she knew she had to talk to Rick.
So, she decided to sleep on it, and think about her options the next morning.
When she went to sleep that night, she had a dream about a young man maybe in his early twenties coming to her and taking her into his arms. He kisses her passionately, and she returns the kiss. As the kiss becomes more sexually charged, she and the young man strip their clothes. The next thing she knows, they’re in bed together, her legs spread with a long very thick cock buried deep inside her dripping cunt.
The young man lays on top of her, and begins to pump in and out of her at a slow pace she enjoys. As they move in their slow grind, they continually kiss with tongues exploring the other’s mouths.
As their pace increases, she says “Fuck me, fuck me hard, NOW!”, and, as they break their kiss and the he starts to pound her pussy hard and fast, the young man’s face slowly starts to come into focus. “SHIT! That’s Rick!” she screams horrified in her dream.
He continues to pound her pussy until she feels herself explode, and this shakes her up to the point she leaps up out of bed.
She feels the sweat on her body. Then she feels a quivering in her pussy, and she thinks “I can’t believe how turned on I am. FUCK!!”
Without thinking, she buried her fingers in her sopping pussy, and begins to play with herself. As she recalls the young man fucking her in her dreams, she rubs off harder and harder, and, try as she might to forget, the young man always turns into Rick.
At this point, she can no longer hold back as she feels her body start to tremble. She knows a huge orgasm is on its way while she thinks about Rick. So, she just gives into the orgasm thinking about her own son, and explodes in her bed drenching the linens with more of her fluids than she’s ever secreted before. And, she thinks to herself “HOLY SHIT! That was intense!”
The dream and its aftermath really triggers a feeling of guilt mixed with a bit of excitement. Megan thinks “I can’t believe I had a sex dream about my own son!” What’s worse is she gave in to the fantasy, and knowingly masturbated thinking of fucking Rick.
“What has come over me?” she wonders. Of course, she knew, but she didn’t want to think about it too hard. She was afraid of her conclusion. She felt like Scarlett from ‘Gone with the Wind’… “I can’t think about this now. I’ll go crazy if I do. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”