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 No.910

Hello, anon

I finally found a place to vent all my thoughts and I think it’s time to come to terms with who I am.

I am a mother in love with her son.

I have known this for a very long time and have held back.

But now, I don’t want to anymore

He’s perfect. He’s everything to me.

I cannot be happy and complete with anyone but him.

I know he has to feel the same.

Our souls are meant to be together.

Forever.

And if not, I’d rather be dead.

>Be mother of a handsome, intelligent and loving young man.

>Have super intense unique relationship with him that others frown on even if it’s not sexual or romantic at the moment.

>Still currently sleep in the same bed together/share a room/bathe together when I have the chance.

>Son is an overall well-adjusted, intelligent student and well-rounded friend with no serious physical or mental issues.

>His smile lights up both the room and my heart.

>Feel all my sadness and fear melt away when he enters the room.

>Realize my heart is beating faster everytime he touches me.

>Begin to understand the reason I stay away from other men is because I’m only truly happy when I’m with my son.

>Feel absolutely empty when my son is away with his friends, at school, etc.

>Ruminate that one day some random bitch will hurt him one day.

>Refuse to let this happen or even worse, some girl take my son away from me

>Know that I don’t want to become just some forgotten relic to him.

>Become determined to prove that only his mother knows him best, can love him the way he needs.

>Without a doubt knows that I need to make a serious move fast to secure my place in his heart.

I dream, I dream.

Of a world where you are by my side.

And with our fingers interlaced together.

We turn our backs on the world.

Tl;dr I’m in love with my son and I’m going to blogpost my journey to secure a permanent place in his heart and life.

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 No.912

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long greentext ahead

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>Sons away from home.

>Been feeling super lonely without him so I resort to cleaning the house in effort to distract myself.

>I end up pausing every five minutes to check phone to see if he has messaged me yet.

>nobueno.jpg

>Go back to cleaning the house and stumble into his room that he barely uses.

>Know I shouldn't snoop but curious.

>Find nothing to interesting.

>zzz

>Go back out and descide to cook son one of his favorite meals.

>Fastforward an hour and get text message saying he'll be home soon.

>butterflies in stomach.

>Get dressed in something cute but appropriate.

>Son shows up hungry and high.

>"Are you high, anon?

>He laughs and shrugs and I laugh and shrug back.

>Pull out a few beers and sit him down and ask him about his day with deep interest.

>Tells me about his day, his friends and something silly that happened with a girl at school.

>Try to plaster a smile on face the whole way through but cannot at the mention of some girl.

>"Sounds like a big day, anon."

>He picks up on it and reassures me that it's nothing like that.

>Feel immediately relieved and go back to eating and listening to him ramble.

>Fastforward thirty minutes in and we're already three beers in.

>Feel his feet place themselves ontop of mine.

>fluttering intensifies.

>"You look really pretty today, Mom."

>Try to brush this off as an affectionate familiar comment.

>He stands up and I cannot help but evaluate him.

>nobonerinsite.jpg

>Stand up with him and head to couch with fresh beers.

>"You wanna watch a movie together, anon?"

>He nods and we put on a movie about zombies [my favourite kind]

>He remarks that if I got bit he would just blow our brains out together.

>Cannot help but feel extremely happy about this. [am i warped?]

>Smile at him and lay my body across his lap facing screen.

>Can feel my breast smoosh against his bare thighs and so can he.

>Summon all my willpower to just push it from my mind.

>He begins running fingers through my hair and down my neck absentmindedly

>literal fucking goosebumps

>Wonder if now would be a good time confess my feelings.

>Takes his hand and pull it to my face and kiss his fingers tenderly.

>"Being with you makes me so happy, anon. I'm glad it just the two of us. Wish it could be like this forever."

>He stops for a minute

>"Yeah me too mum."

>is this what winning your sons heart feels like?

>Deploy next phase of Operation: True Love

>Sit up and move to face him

>He's starting to breath a little heavy, swooning a little.

>Cup my hands on his cheek and rub my nose against his

>oh shit oh fuck is this happening?

>heartbeat is literally going 50000km

>Put my lips closer to his to see how he reacts.

>His lip twitches and starts to open and then he pulls back and laughs

>"Just a second mum"

>He bolts to bathroom and shuts door

>Twenty minutes later hear flush and he comes back looking slightly embarrased but as if nothings wrong

>two missles sink the ship

>Go back to watching mooby and just cuddling

Rip. I think I spooked him by going to fast.

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 No.915

What the fuck dude? If you felt like this all the time than ur definetly a groomer

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