I am 22 years old, and my sister is 20. Our mother is 50. For as long as I can recall, I’ve been intensely attracted to both of them.
Every time my mother walks past me, my eyes are fixed on the sway of her hips and the curve of her ass. She’s fully aware of my constant staring. Instead of being angry, she seems to enjoy the attention and will occasionally toy with me. She’ll deliberately brush her rear end against me as she passes, or she’ll make a point of bending over right in my line of sight, giving me a perfect view. We have this unspoken understanding. She knows I desire her, but we’ve never crossed the line into any physical contact.
This obsession fuels my nightly routine. Every single night, without fail, I masturbate at least once, and the fantasies are always of one of them. To make the experience more real, I seek out their worn items. I take both my mother’s and my sister’s dirty socks and thongs from the laundry and use them while I pleasure myself. The scent is intoxicating. The smell of their sweaty, worn socks, in particular, drives me wild. The moment I bring them to my face and inhale, I get instantly hard, so much so that I start to pre-cum almost immediately. This has been my ritual for as long as I can remember, I have masturbated to them every single day.
My sister, on the other hand, has no idea about the depth of my feelings. My obsession with her is all-consuming, especially when it comes to her feet. To satisfy this, I became a secret photographer, taking candid pictures of their feet whenever the opportunity arose. I had amassed a large collection, but I recently got a new phone and lost all of them in the transfer. I was devastated. Now, my collection is pathetically small, consisting of only a few recent candid shots I managed to get of my mom’s feet and ass. I’m now on a mission, carefully working to rebuild my private gallery of both of them.
During my sessions, when the fantasy is at its peak, I sometimes ejaculate directly onto my phone screen, looking at their pictures. I imagine the warm fluid landing on their skin, on their feet, on their asses. It’s the closest I can get to the real thing. The desire is so powerful that I would do anything for a single moment of intimacy with either my mom or my sister. Even something as simple as a handjob from one of them would be a dream come true.
I desperately want to make a move on my mom. The teasing signals she gives me make me think there’s a chance, but the fear of rejection paralyzes me. I’m terrified that if I act on my urges, she’ll get angry, disgusted, and it will destroy our relationship. It’s a constant, torturous internal battle. Does anyone else feel this way about their own mother or sister?
