ms-oedipussex: His father had arranged this tripMe & my son thousands of miles awayOne last

ms-oedipussex:

His father had arranged this trip

Me & my son thousands of miles away

One last summer together before he left for college

Oh that clueless husband of mine

Doesn’t he know, it’s a dangerous mix– his wife & son’s demographics?

A woman in her sexual prime, her 30’s ticking away

Her libido fueling the empty nest feeling in her womb, tugging her fertile eggs from her ovaries…

A teen who’s now a man, lusty and virile

His eager young testes churning thick frenzied batches of babymaking batter non-stop…

Placing your vulnerable wife closely confined weeks on end in the tropics with Jr…

Once their Oedipal fire is kindled–

It takes just one of your son’s millions’ strong seedlings to outswim its peers, natural instinct driving it to its goal

Foolhardy husband of mine, what will you do?

You’ll be helplessly oblivious when one of your son’s sperm rockets from his tubes into mine–

My yearning, waiting ovum won’t know or care that it’s your son’s genes being bonded to it…

When your wife and son return, blissfully smiling, from their trip

The only question left will be how many months along do I have to be

Till you realized your fatal error?

-Mom