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My father was killed in a wreck when i was 3. My mother moved us to live with my aunt (dead father’s sister). Therapists have helped me work through the f’d up trauma bond we all suffered from for nearly 30 years. My mother and aunt were extremely possessive and intentionally raised me to believe that no other woman would love me like they did. They took their grief and loss and over compensated by smothering me as the only piece of my dead father they had left. I lived at home through college and became quite successful in my job, but the trauma bond kept me living with them anyway. Call it grooming or Stockholm syndrome or whatever you wish but i get that the reality is that they were very effective with the brainwashing As if my emotional immaturity wasn’t enough to hold me back from being drawn to girls and women as i grew, i learned after their deaths how they had worked together behind the scenes to prevent or sabotage any budding relationship i might have ever had. Both of tbem died from cancer. I am still working with a therapist to try to gain basic social skills and emotional maturity but it is a very real struggle. Thanks to their grooming i dont make the effort to date often, because i am trapped in the headspace of a woman i am drawn to may leave or abandon me or wont love me enough or i will disappoint her. And my self sabotage works both ways. I convince myself i will disappoint them. The part that both the therapist and i recognize is the worst part of all is how impossible it feels to overcome the s e x u a l detachment and desensitization. From the day my mother and i moved in with my aunt, the grief and loneliness and depression they were goimg through (i was only 3 remember) meant that ae all slept together. And since they were master manipulators, no surprise, when my body went through puberty they made sure i had that helpless attachment. They had not educated me about any of that arena, but since they kmew it was coming, they got me hooked on intimate touch (their touch on me only, i was told d not to touch them) and all three of our bare bodies every night in the shared bed. Therapit and i are discussing various things, even hypnosis, to see if there are rrepressed memories of pre puberty s** ( not that i want to know or recover such memories). It did not to my memory become s***** untl my first w********. It freaked me the f out but they “nurtured” me throigh that total ignorsncr and freak out but the dynamic shifted after that. They would touch me and teach me to touch them how they wanted. It was all touch only but they obvoously used every night of laying bare together night after night to keep me helplessly addicted to their touch and keep me hooked on o r g a s m by their hands night after night. Evemtually they taught me to pleasure them without penetration so i becsme a very capable lover to them both iremained a virgin. That changed a few days after my mother passed. In bed with my aunt that night she took my virginity. Of course it was brief but over the coming days i learned how to become a true lover to my aunt. It was addicitve and obsessive to us both. I managed to summon the courage to ask her, if this could have been happening all along, why hadnt it? She said it was the one rule my mother had i nsisted on. But with her gone, she no longer felt it was a voe she had to maintain any longer and that she deserved it even more tjsn i did. For the next 4 years my aunt and i were a couple in every way. Date nights, trips, entire weekends barely leaving the bed. One night while we were going at it very intensely she cried out my dead fsther,s name and did mot realize it. I eventually brought it up and she was horrified and i insisted on the truth. My father had been grooming my sister her entire life and even after marrying my mother he had brought his sister into his marital bed. I was told things i would never havr wanted to hear. I was confused and angry and packed and left for over a week. I came back after convincing myself that it had always been about my father, never about me at all. You would think that that ws more than enough to make me break away, but i was emotionally and s******* addicted to my aunt, amd i was terrified of being alone just ss she was. I was with her until she died and the void of that final loss drove me to therapy. The worst part? Lying awake at night longing for both of thrir hands on my body.

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Aunty aunty I have to go pee. I have to go Yeah yeah so get up and go. Billy stood up. The d**** still buzzing away deep in his r*****. She watched him go to the toilet and listened. Ok sit back down. And do not touch your c***. He sat. “So it seems to me that nearly any exposed body pasty of a female will trigger your c*** and brain to go ape s*** s*****. Right! Yes. There’s a name for it but I can’t remember it. “ so if I pulled my skirt up and you saw my p****** it would enrage your d***. Yes. She pulled her skirt up belly high. Snd since she has removed her panhies , his organ jerked straight out stiff. Prec dribbled from the fat mushroom head. Lovely. She whispered. Scotch fireward. She moved close straddling his legs. His eyes were locked on her chocolate cake p****. She edged down and let hiss c*** head touch her splayed p**** flesh. She lowered herself to cup his fat c*** head in her p****. One inch she said. You like your dicky one once up into my p**** Billy? She pulled at her pelvic muscles. Do you feel my pus gripping your fat c*** head.? Yes yes just like mommies. Just like mommies. He breathed. How often does mommy do this for you sweetie? Every morning. Every morning. She sometimes just drops down on my dicky real fast and hard. And then just sits still. I like her doing that. It’s so hot inside her tummy. She kisses me a lot. Then she rocks back and forth. Yhat tickles. On Wednesday she uses hrr poopy hole, that’s really tight on me. That’s the only time she sometimes lets me peepee Jo into her tummy, she m as Les s log if noisy sounds. Giggles a lot. What fors mommy do then? She starts to cry and bumps down hard. Then jumps up and drops on my dicky a bunch of times. I tell her whrm I”’m going to pee up in her belly and she hurries up snd down real fast. When she feels me squirting in her she hugs mme real tight. Then what. After a bit she stands up and lays oon the bed with her legs up in the air and spread wide open. Ok Billy, now do me like I tought you. That’s when I take the giant dickiy and wet it with lotion, and put it into her tiny p**** hole. Then I get to make mommy scream snd pee. I have to push the giant dicky up into hrt brlly 20 times. Then I stop. When she pats my arm I quickly push it 20 more times. Usually I can feel it hitting hrt tummy. Each time she grunts. Then I stop a gain. Now she is slobbering all over. Faster faster snd she bounces all over snd screams real loud snd gets all stiff. Her legs bounced and jerked (orgssm) on the bed and she peepees in me. Then she lays still. I leave the dicky inside her s as bf go shower. Billy, i whisper. TODAY IS WEDNESDAY!!!