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You’ll note right at the top… we’re discussing FICTION here.
And quite obviously, that distinction is paramount. Forget any other disclaimers. Let’s talk honest.
-For me personally, the first time I ever even considered the idea of reading an incest story - it completely and entirely caught me off guard. I was literally laughing at the idea as if it were bumpkin assed backwoods shit. And not at all under any other impression than I’d think it entirely silly.
Oops. Didn’t pan out that way.
For the record, the story involved a mother - gathering her boy up from a freezing football field, and healing him back to health in the bathtub. One thing led to another and… yup, handjob. Unparalleled and entirely unobstructed… warmth. Especially innocent in its execution.
It took me a bit to be honest with myself and process… 'Fuck. Me. That was… HAWT!!'
-Personal background on myself I can share:
Not a good at all relationship with my own mother. We’re estranged. And have been for decades now. I do not view her favorably (for good reason). In addition, while she had been a model at one point, I have specifically NEVER viewed her as physically attractive at all. In fact, I can remember privately complaining to myself that I wish my mom was hot like some other of my friend’s moms, cuz… it might be fun too see boobies that I might enjoy viewing. The point there being, I’d completely discarded her as an “entertaining” option along those lines, by default. Never ever viewed her as a sexual being. And do not. Despite the fact she is not at all UNattractive (neither mentally nor physically).
So… all of that probably matters very much to my discovered desire and appreciation for Incest porn. And how does it factor in?
It’s about… fractured families.
Anxiety, in general.
The idea that what we’re “born with”, oughta maybe be enough. Or at the very least, understood and reliable enough far more than probably the ‘big bad world beyond’ is due to be.
In my view? That’s why it’s likely more popular now than ever. We’re all disconnected on a level unparalleled from before. And isn’t that ironic? Has there ever been a greater ability to connect with like-minded individuals than now? And yet… what do we do with that?
Yearn for what’s missing within our very own first circle.
That’s not an accident.
I don’t think.
>So what am I saying here?
I dunno. I’m saying some things I think might matter. But what does that say about You? What does it say about She or He? What does it say about “Daddee!”, daughter, “Mommy!!”, or stubborn son? What does it say about the broken circle we all seem to be in?
What do you think?
Go on. Have a crack at it.
And quite obviously, that distinction is paramount. Forget any other disclaimers. Let’s talk honest.
-For me personally, the first time I ever even considered the idea of reading an incest story - it completely and entirely caught me off guard. I was literally laughing at the idea as if it were bumpkin assed backwoods shit. And not at all under any other impression than I’d think it entirely silly.
Oops. Didn’t pan out that way.
For the record, the story involved a mother - gathering her boy up from a freezing football field, and healing him back to health in the bathtub. One thing led to another and… yup, handjob. Unparalleled and entirely unobstructed… warmth. Especially innocent in its execution.
It took me a bit to be honest with myself and process… 'Fuck. Me. That was… HAWT!!'
-Personal background on myself I can share:
Not a good at all relationship with my own mother. We’re estranged. And have been for decades now. I do not view her favorably (for good reason). In addition, while she had been a model at one point, I have specifically NEVER viewed her as physically attractive at all. In fact, I can remember privately complaining to myself that I wish my mom was hot like some other of my friend’s moms, cuz… it might be fun too see boobies that I might enjoy viewing. The point there being, I’d completely discarded her as an “entertaining” option along those lines, by default. Never ever viewed her as a sexual being. And do not. Despite the fact she is not at all UNattractive (neither mentally nor physically).
So… all of that probably matters very much to my discovered desire and appreciation for Incest porn. And how does it factor in?
It’s about… fractured families.
Anxiety, in general.
The idea that what we’re “born with”, oughta maybe be enough. Or at the very least, understood and reliable enough far more than probably the ‘big bad world beyond’ is due to be.
In my view? That’s why it’s likely more popular now than ever. We’re all disconnected on a level unparalleled from before. And isn’t that ironic? Has there ever been a greater ability to connect with like-minded individuals than now? And yet… what do we do with that?
Yearn for what’s missing within our very own first circle.
That’s not an accident.
I don’t think.
>So what am I saying here?
I dunno. I’m saying some things I think might matter. But what does that say about You? What does it say about She or He? What does it say about “Daddee!”, daughter, “Mommy!!”, or stubborn son? What does it say about the broken circle we all seem to be in?
What do you think?
Go on. Have a crack at it.
