I am a self aware mama’s boy. Big time. But in my case it is not a toxic crippling situation with either my wife or mother. My mother actually arranged and managed the dating and marriage itself. It started when my father left us when I was 5. My mother became a bit of a man hater and decided to raise me, the only child, in a way that would not produce another generation of cheating men like my father. When he first left, while it was about sadness and being abandoned, my mother had me start sleeping with her that first night. We both cried more than once and it was about comfort and security but she grossly overcompensated withbsole focus on me. Since we were financially secure she tried to have us move on as best we could but aside from school I was her constant companion even when it came to things like bathing, or dealing with the fact that the stress caused me to relapse into bedwetting and she was overly understanding and did not actually do anything to try to break that tendency. She was very possessive and clinging and kept me impossibly dependent upon her. She also evolved into a form of p********. I recognize that she arrested my development in so many ways by keeping me naively ignorant about anatomy. She would notice me looking at her at bath time or other times likw changing clothes or getting dressed or bedtime, but if I shyly asked a question about her body would be given a neutral or deflecting answer. He had been gone perhaps six months when bedtime was reduced to her being bare and me only in a diaper for the bedwetting. It never seemed awkward and the close cuddling and skin contact was soothing for us both. Her first major crossing of lines was when she had me sometimes nurse at her breast to fall asleep or if I had bad dreams. Eventually as I adjusted I stopped bedwetting, and diapers were dispensed with. She had already dismissed when I asked about my body by explaining that erections were my body’s way of telling me I had to pee. However, I also have the memories that when I was in diapers, she would stroke and caress my otherwise bare skin to soothe me, and knce I was out of diapers, that evolved into dealing with fitful sleep, bad dreams, or sometimes simply because I was erect, her very gently manipulating my p**** so that I had pleasurable sensations or rudimentary orgasms well before puberty. I have memories of her moaning and trembling in bed next to me as she had me nursing at her breast. There are memories of her having me lying atop her holding myself up over her while (not that I knew exactly what was going on) she would hold my erect p**** between her thumb and finger and rub me against her. It frightened me as far as how she would be moaning and shaking when that happened. Memories of her having me lie atop her and telling me to move my hips, in a way that was impossible to process at the time except half sleepy pleasant feelings as she I guess had me self soothing by rubbing against her labia. One day during a bath as she washed me she sae me scratch at myself and told me not to, and that she would make the beginnings of hair growth go away by shaving me. Memories of that day are very vivid because of how aware I was that she was shaving me everywhere below my neck and I was noticing my erection more than usual, I was very acutely aware of it. It did not dissipate quickly and I asked why when I did not need to pee and she told me that there was something else she could do because I said it was hurting because it was so hard. She took me to bed early that night and in the dark told me that I just needed to trust her, and she had me whimpering with the body contact and touching and gentle stroking. It was incredible pleasure but also frightened me because it just kept building and she told me to try to relax and then pulled me to breast and reassured me it would be okay and to let it happen and as i suckled I felt the intense burn and spasms of my first real o*****. I was vaguely aware of the hot splashes on my skin but all I could do was suckle and whimper and look up into her face wide eyed. I felt wxhausted but so loved and tranquil. More to follow, but that was the beginning of how she.molded me to be the perfect husband to the wife she found me.