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So I got over to Jill’s with a 20 minute drive and I was excited and nervous. It took her a long time to open the door. She looked great, but also shy, nervous and I think, embarrassed? She let me in politely. It felt awkward. Offering me something to drink I watched her walk as we went to the kitchen for coffee. It made desire fly and my balls tingle. She began to bring up our fairly quick relationship, but before she could get far, I asked her if she wanted to slow down, or maybe even put an end to it? (Please no no no) She was surprised that I was thinking such things. (Thank you) She put her soft warm hand to my face and kissed me. She smiled sweetly. “What I was going to say is I want us to slow own a little, yes, but god that was so intense and you were so patient and loving that I definitely want to continue…In private of course.” I stood from the stool at the breakfast bar and pulled her to me, my hands on her slender waist. We kissed warmly for a minute when she said into my arm, “And my b*** is a little sore.” I leaned back to see her. She looked at me almost childlike. I don’t know why but she smirked wryly. It was cute to the point that I smiled, and then she laughed, and we laughed in each others arms.

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Some of this i learned and processed years after when my mother told me. Even when i was an infant if i was crying or fussy she would fondle my g e n i t a l s to soothe me and take me to breast. Apparently even when she was trying to toilet train as a first reward system she would do it as a reward. When i was no longer bedwetting she had me sleep in her bed. She continued to brrastfeed me for many years, long past puberty. She did so to make me obedient whether it was good grades or chores or general behavior. When school first started it was neurotic so she escalated it. At some point that i remember from around 7 or 8 she would use her mouth as a special treat. She also said she did it because boys are dirty and bad. She said she did it to keep me from shaming or degrading myself. When hair began to grow on my body she kept me shaved because she said ikept me her cute little boy. She did not tell me this until i dreamt it but apparently overnight she would commonly at same general age have me lay on top of her and rub my p e n i s against her between her legs. These things happened commonly until the first time i e j a c ulated when she had her mouth on me. From that event on she would have me enter her and climax every morning and every night at bedtime. To her it was keeping me good and focused and making good grades all the way through college (local, lived with her). It continued until her age made it too difficult to do safely and she eventually had of her in home caretakers serve as her surrogate for higher pay. I still see that caretaker since my mother died and i continue to oay her to visit her several times a week. I have never dated or been with any other women. Mother got me addicted to infantile headspace s** for control and i have no ability to be attracted to or date or have relationship,s** because i am helplessly trapped in that whole messed up mommy mentality.