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Not sure which I miss most. The incredible slow mond bending hamd jobs my deceased mother in law gave me, or the always beautiful missionary s** my deceased mother gave me. Each knew what the other was doing and they got along well together. I used to joke with them that a 3ome would be heaven for me. But the closest I ever got to that was one of them telling their counterpart that it was time for me to go see the other lol. The MIL hand jobs were more common than visits to my mother’s bed. If I got too whiny with either they would tell me to go see the other. The irony was that with my mother I would behave as simply an adult male lover. In my mother in law’s arms was when I would be sometomes be told to c** for mommy. And with MIL I was often allowed to latch at her breast as she slow stroked me. With my mother I felt like a man. With MIL I was soothed and nurtured. One thing that they agreed on. That my wife was a hypocritical prude who cheated on me, and that it did not help that I am on the loser end of male endowment. I knew for a long time that each was doing what they did out of sympathy. But it let me feel loved regardless.

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One time my art therapist was holding her pee during dnd, this was shortly after she learned that I was into pee desperation, so january 2026. I was playing rain music. She was squirming like mad less than an hour in. At one point she shifted in her seat and opened her mouth and eyes wide in surprise, a real uh oh face. Break time came and she chose not to pee. So at about 70 or 80 minutes in, she gets up to go pee. Mind you she normally held it for 130 minutes. Well the dm tells her to update her character sheet before she goes and she says “OK, but I have to pee like no other.” I said “Damn…” and then “Why are you still here then.” And she just kinda went blank and said “What?” And I was like “Nevermind.” She came back from the bathroom reeking like piss and clearly going commando cause she had a sudden cameltoe that wasnt there before. Someone mentioned that it smelled like a litter box and i said “You smell piss? Oh yeah, I smell it too!” Pretty sure she had to throw out her p****** cause they were soaked in piss. She did that because she has a condition that makes it hard for her to have s** and i told her if she couldn’t f*** she’d have to indulge my o******* kink for pee desperation and wetting. She proceeded to hold it during dnd every week after that for 10 months, minus like 6 weeks. I remember many times she was clearly desperate to pee. A couple of times she jumped in her seat and sharply inhaled. Many times she would cross and uncross her legs and kick her feet repeatedly before tightly crossing her legs at the knee. One time after squirming she had a wet spot on her b*** and she leaned over the counter to let me see. Before any of this, we were playing dnd in like 2024 or 2025 and she was like “Hold on, I need to pee.” And I said ” Not allowed” and she jokingly said “Wanna come?” to me, in front of another client.