Complex Ch. 05byclarkroberts©
I called Dr. Jones after Eric returned to college from his weekend visit. I was so conflicted I feared for my own mental health.
"How are you doing, Mrs. Tate?" asked the Doctor.
"Not very well," I replied. "I'm on an emotional pendulum swinging from adulterous guilt to thrilling taboo ecstasy. In the past couple of weeks I've gone from a conventional wife who had sex a couple of times a month with her husband to a sex-crazed nymph who drops her panties repeatedly for her son. I've went from normal to deviant to pervert."
"What do you mean by pervert?"
"Doctor, I have discovered that I like to have people watch me have sex." I said.
I further explained about flashing the pizza delivery boy, masturbating in front of an open window for my son to watch, having sex with my son in front of open window, having sex with my son while Wanda watched from the shadows and how turned I was to know Eric was hiding in the closet watching me have sex with his father.
"What's wrong with me, Doctor?" I cried.
"You still get sexually aroused even if no one is watching?" he asked in return.
"It seems I'm aroused all the time whether anyone is watching or not." I answered.
"You may be experiencing martymachlia which may be causing a slight case of parahilia. It is hardly a perverted mental disorder more like a form of hyper-exhibitionism." He reassured me.
"What's martymachlia and parahilia?"
The Doctor noticed the concern in my voice and chuckled, "Martymachlia simply means you get sexually aroused when other people watch you have sex and parahilia means you are distressed by that sexual arousal. But there is no reason to be concerned sense you can get aroused when people are not watching. Are there any other behaviors you are concerned with?"
"What a relief, I thought I might be losing my mind. Other than fucking my son for his Oedipus Complex I guess the rest of my behavior would be considered acceptable. Although, I'm not sleeping very well, I have strange dreams."
Dr. Jones seemed to perk-up on the other end of the telephone. "What kind of dreams?"
"It's been the same one for the past couple of nights. I'm lying on the ground and my hands are tied to a horse and my feet are tied to another horse. My husband is riding one horse and my son is riding the other. They are pulling in different directions. They are pulling me apart."
"This is very disturbing," said the Doctor with trepidation. "I'm afraid we have a dilemma. On a sub-conscious level you feel that you are being pulled in two. One direction is towards your husband the other direction is towards your son. I'm afraid that if you continue to have sex with your son, your own mental health is at risk."
"What about Eric? Didn't you say that once we began this course of action that an abrupt end to sexual relations with him would push him into psychosis?"
"That's the dilemma. If you continue to have sex with your son you risk psychosis. If don't continue to have sex with your son you risk his psychosis."
"Oh my," was all I could say. I bit my lip and pushed an unruly lock of blond hair out of my face. "What do I need to do?"
"I think your husband must be told of Eric's condition and what you are doing to alleviate that condition."
"I'm not sure how he will react, Doctor." I hesitated.
"Perhaps I should have included him when I told you of Eric's condition. I made a mistake by not taking your mental condition into consideration. I'm sorry."
"I didn't tell him either Doctor. I just started fucking our son behind his back." I sniffled and then the dam burst and I was crying like child who had been caught with its hand in the cookie jar.
After I settled down Dr. Jones continued, "The reason you feel so conflicted is because you feel like you are being unfaithful to the husband you love deeply. The only way to ease that guilt is to tell him not only what you have been doing but why. I'm afraid if you continue having sexual relations with your son behind your husband's back that it will be very detrimental to your mental health. Perhaps I should meet with him alone and explain it to him."
"No Doctor, I went to the dance. I'll pay the fiddler. I'll tell him." I said. I hung up the phone and padded in my socks toward the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was in need of some comfort so I called Wanda.
Wanda hurried over to my house after I called her. She had been on the way to the gym so she was dressed in gray cotton gym pants and with a gray tank top. It was mid-morning so I was still in my robe and panties. We sat on the couch in the living room drinking coffee.
"How you doing Diane?" she asked finally running her manicured nails thru her red hair.
"Not so hot." I confessed. "I've been having these dreams about Eric and Mike, they are pulling me apart. Doctor Jones says I have to tell Mike about Eric's condition and what I've been doing about it or I'll go crazy."
"You poor thing," cooed Wanda as she rubbed my back. "What can I do to help?"
"I just need a little consoling." I whispered weakly.
Wanda took the hint and slipped her hand under my robe and gently massaged my breast. I rubbed her cheek with my hand before bringing her face to mine. I kissed her open mouthed. Her tongue searched out mine. My robe fell away and Wanda began sucking on one nipple while gently pinching the other.
"That feels so good." I whimpered.
I lay back on the couch and Wanda pulled my panties off. I ran my finger thru my moistening gash as I watch Wanda strip. She had beautiful big breasts, a slim waist and luscious hairless labia. She sat bare bottomed on the couch and dove face first between my lewdly spread legs. I ran my fingers thru her copper locks and ground her face into my excited pussy. Her tongue tunneled into my wetness.
Soon she had two fingers speedily stabbing in and out of my slit. I cried out in pleasure. She looked up from my crotch and smiled. Her flickering tongue teased my clit from its hood. I grasped the couch cushions and yammered incoherently as Wanda drove me delirious with her manipulations.
"Diane your scent is delectable," she teased.
I just moaned in response as she fingered me incessantly. "Mmmyy pusssy," I whined nearing my peak.
Wanda smiled at me. She withdrew her fingers from my pussy and jabbed them up my ass and bit lightly on my exposed clitoris. I howled in blissful release as waves of ecstasy crashed thru my body. I arched my back as yellow and white light exploded in my brain.
"Feel better now, Diane?"
I panted, "Gosh, yes."
Diane giggled and then lay back on the couch opposite me. She rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A finger from her free hand glided between the folds of glistening labia. She purred.
I rose up and kissed her mouth tasting my nectar on her lips. I moved down to her breasts and momentarily squeezed and sucked on them. I gently bit into a nipple and was rewarded with Wanda's sudden intake of breathe. I kissed my way down her taut belly and tongued her naval ring before moving now to the cleft between her legs. Her pussy was opened like a rose petal and I darted my tongue into her like bee's stinger.
My fingers burrowed into her wetness while my tongue tantalized her clit. Wanda shook her head slowly from side to side with revelry. I jack hammered my fingers in and out her while she twisted her nipples violently. She groaned expecting gratification. When she began to babble incomprehensively I suddenly withdrew my two fingers from her twat and shoved them up her butthole. She screamed at the violation and climaxed.
Wanda left to get ready for work. I was off so I spent the rest of the day planning how I was going to tell my husband about our son's Oedipus Complex and my illicit liaisons with him. I decided that it would be best if we talked after supper.
Mike came home after work and we ate a quick supper. I listened as he told me about his day. I suggested we go into the den for coffee after we had finished eating.
"What's going on?" he asked. "You've been pretty quite all night."
"I talked to Dr. Jones today." I answered after sipping my coffee.
"Oh, is everything all right?" his voice disclosed his concern. He put his cup down on the saucer.
"Not really." I couldn't prevent a tear from rolling down my face.
Mike started to get up and comfort me but I shook my head negatively. "Stay where you are I have some shocking things to tell you."
"What is it, Diane?"
"As you know Eric has been seeing Dr. Jones."
"Is there something wrong with Eric?" interrupted Mike.
I frowned at him. "Just be quite until I get thru this, please let me finish, okay?"
Mike simply nodded at me so I continued. "Eric has an extreme case of Oedipus Complex..."
"What?" Mike shouted. "What do you mean?"
"You know what Oedipus Complex is, right?" Mike shook his head, so I said. "Dr. Jones has diagnosed Eric with Oedipus Complex so bad that it is causing him to have neurosis."
I paused to gage Mike's response. He just looked at me bewildered so I continued to explain. "Dr. Jones suggested that the best therapy for Eric was for me to have sex with him"
"What kind of quack is this Doctor?" Mike exploded.
"Mike please, this isn't easy." He calmed momentarily. "My mental health is in jeopardy as well as your son's."
"Now I'm really confused." Mike said throwing up his hands.
"Settle down. It's important that you understand how you act in response to this news your reaction will affect me. Dr. Jones thinks I'm on the verge of a breakdown."
"Because I've been having sex with Eric," I confessed and the tears ran down my face like a river. "I'm so sorry that I was unfaithful Mike but, I'm not sorry that I had sex with Eric. He has improved and as long as he is improving I will continue to have sex with him. I just can't do it behind your back any more I can't live with the guilt."
I sat silently waiting for Mike to respond. He sat in his own silence as he processed the information I had just revealed to him. Finally he asked, "The weekend you went up to the university?"
"Yeah, that was the first time." I dapped my eyes with a hanky sure that my mascara ran down my face.
"I assume you were afraid to tell me."
"Yes, I didn't know how you might react. You know Castration Anxiety is a very real part of Oedipus Complex." I sniffled.
"I wouldn't castrate my own son," he barked.
"I know not physically but symbolically or emotionally you might. You probably wouldn't have been aware of it. Eric was so emotionally fragile I just couldn't take that chance."
Mike stood up from his overstuffed chair and held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his and he helped me stand. He embraced and I cried on his shoulder. My mascara and makeup stained his shirt. He sat back down and pulled me on to his lap. He let me cry myself out.
Finally he said, "I'm sorry Diane. I'm sorry you had to carry this burden alone." He hugged me close and I cried some more.
"I'm sorry Mike." I finally sniffled. "I never meant to hurt you."
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt but what really hurts is that you didn't feel like you could tell me what was wrong with our son."
"I didn't know how you would react." I whined.
"That's just it, you should have, and that's my fault. After all the years we've been married you should know me well enough to figure out how I would react. Even to something like this."
"What now?" I asked, once again wiping my face with my hanky.
"I love you and I love our son. You tell me. What does the esteemed Dr. Jones suggest?"
"He said once I started having sex with Eric I would probably have to continue for awhile. He has his sexual desire wired into his sex drive." I explained.
Mike looked at me confused, "What does that mean?"
"Dr. Jones says that Oedipus Complex is a fairly common sexual desire but most boys outgrow it but somehow Eric's desire for me, his mother, got wired into his sex drive. As you know sex drive is the need to have sex and the sex drive is stronger than any sexual desire. Basically Eric's sex drive is to have sex with me and just me. If that drive isn't met then he'll go crazy from frustration."
"I see and what about your mental health?"
"Dr. Jones said that my problem was guilt and once I told you what I was doing I shouldn't suffer any more problems." I said flatly.
"So where does that leave us?" he asked.
"I love you Mike and I love Eric. I guess I'm asking for my cake and eat it too. My own sexual desires have skyrocketed. Can't I have you both? Can't you share me with Eric?"
Mike sat silently thinking. "So what you are saying is that you've been fucking Eric out of some kind of motherly duty and you've been fucking me out of guilt?"
I sat and grabbed Mike's face in my hands, "I never had sex with you out of guilt. I felt guilty about having sex behind your back. I love you and I love making love to you. You are an exciting and erotic lover." I kissed him on the lips.
"You should know that my sexual liaisons with Eric weren't performed out of duty. Dr. Jones said that would be worse than not engaging in sexual relations at all."
"So you want me to share you with my son?"
I leaned back against Mike and hid my face in his shoulder, "Yes, I do."
Mike squeezed me tight. "I love you Diane. I'll do whatever you need me to do."
"Make love to me Mike."
He lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs to our room. He laid me on our king-size bed. I watch him as he stripped. He threw his discarded clothes onto the floor. He stood naked before me. His dick erect with anticipation.
I sat up so Mike could pull my black-check housedress off of me. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the pile of clothes in the floor. I lay back down and raised my hips. Mike ripped my panties down and tossed them with the other clothes.
The bed squeaked as Mike crawled on to it. I spread my legs invitingly. Mike ran his tongue up my inner thigh from knee to my vulva. It was wet with desire. He looked at it and smiled. "You have beautiful pussy, Diane. I love you."
He split my slit with his tongue while squeezing a breast with his hand. I pulled the nipple of my other tit. My wetness flowed from of my pussy and around my butthole. Mike began working two fingers in and out of my box while tantalizing my bud with his tongue. I was screeching like a cat.
Suddenly Mike stabbed his soaking wet fingers up my puckered butt and lifted me off the bed and towards his mouth. I screamed and ripped at the bedspread with my hands. Orgasmic shock waves pulsed thru my body as reds, whites and yellows ricocheted thru my brain. Mike tore his fingers out of my ass and I fell back on the bed gasping for air.
Mike entered me driving his dick deep into me with a single thrust. He paused as I adjusted to the sudden invasion. He kissed me. I tasted my nectar on his lips and tongue. His tongue wrestled with mine. I was panting like a dog, "Fuck me, Mike, fuck me."
He rose up on his arms and plunged into me. He began to pound my pussy as if he were trying to nail my ass to the mattress. I could feel his balls as they smacked against my butthole again and again. He was angling so his pubic bone grated against my clit. It was an electrical contact and I felt another orgasm building. Mike pushed his head down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard and gently bit it. Another orgasm tore thru my body and once again I was screaming and raking Mike's back with my fingernails.
I grabbed Mike's ass and pulled more of him into me. My pussy clutched his cock as it contracted in orgasmic delight. It was more than Mike could stand and he plunged into me as far as he could and began to cum. I could feel the powerful jets of jizz as they hit the silky walls of my cunt.
He softened and pulled out of me by rolling over on his back. I snuggled up to him and said, "I love you."
He hugged me closer and said, "I love you too, Diane."
We cuddled and caressed each other in post-colitis bliss. Mike broke the silence, "So sex with Eric has made you more libidinous?"
"I guess. I feel aroused most of the time. I'm sorry I let our sex life dwindle down to just a couple of times of month." I said running my fingers thru his chest hair.
"It's not just the frequency but the kinkiness too. I'm not complaining, I'm just curious, do you do kinky things with Eric?"
"Don't you think having sex with your son is more scandalous than salacious? I would say that maybe I've become more imaginative." I replied.
We kissed and basked in the warmth of the moment. I walked my fingers down Mike's torso and began stroking his still wet dick. He began to stiffen. "I only give my ass to you."
"Eric doesn't get my butt that's yours and only yours."
I felt Mike's cock jump to attention. I rolled over onto my knees and seized the headboard of the bed. "Fuck my ass, Mike. Fuck my ass until I cum."
Mike rolled over onto his knees and lovingly kissed each cheek of my butt. He mounted me from behind driving his dick into my sopping snatch. He slid his length out until just the head was barely in the entrance before he slowly slipped it back into me up to his balls. His pubic hair tickled my butt.
His tantalizing tempo was gratifying torture. I moaned and watched over my shoulder as Mike pulled his dick out of my cunt and took it in his hand and rubbed it against my butthole. He looked me in the eye and I nodded. "Do it, Mike fuck my ass," I hissed with excitement.
He pushed his wet hard dick into my pucker. I groaned as pain momentarily gripped me. I knew it wouldn't last and it didn't. Soon Mike was pounding pleasurably into my butt. I groaned louder as he picked up the pace. He stabbed his dick into me faster and faster.
Mike roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back. The angle of his dick changed and it began poking my G-spot from the underside. After a couple of quick violent thrusts I climaxed as shades of purple screamed all the way through my mind. He pushed his dick into my butt as far as it would go and shot his wad deep into my belly.
I slept that night contented with blissful dreams. My guilt had been relieved and my marriage was intact. In fact Mike said he loved me more than ever. Our sex life was better than ever and I looked forward to more exciting adventures.
Eric was coming home for the weekend again and I wanted to make it special. I had to work late Friday and I warned Eric to stay away from the store. I was afraid that we might get caught if we pressed our luck too much. Mike beat Eric home and ordered a pizza for both of them. They ate it and watched a video.
Eric jumped up as soon as he heard the garage door open. He met me in the garage and I smiled at him as I got out of the car. "How are you dear? Where's your father?" I asked.
"He's asleep in his chair and I need you," he replied. He pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth his tongue searching for mine. He squeezed my breast thru my dress.
"Here? Now?" I asked.
Eric nodded. I sighed and undid the belt on my dress and let it fall to floor. I had on a gray dress with buttons down the front. I began to unbutton it. Luckily my bra had a catch on the front as well and I unhooked it. I opened my dress to flash Eric. He smiled as he gazed at my bare breasts, black panties and black thigh-high stockings. I saw the bulge in his jeans and smiled at him.
He pushed me back on the hood of the car. I could feel the heat rise from the engine my own body heat mixed with it. I lay back and saw that Mike was peaking around the kitchen door. He smiled at me. I smiled back. My eyes glazed over as Eric yanked my panties off my raised hips. He had to tug at them as they clung to my wet bald pussy. He groaned as he brought them up to his face and inhaled my bouquet. He shoved them into his pocket.