3 comments/ 28515 views/ 11 favorites The Oedipus Files of Dr. Gonzalez Ch. 01 By: SleazyGonzalez We fade in on Dr. Gonzalez sitting at a table. He wears an ill-fitting gray suit and a red tie. His long hair is tied back in a pony tail. There is an ashtray and a stack of file folders on the table. Dr. Gonzalez lights up a cigarette. Dr. Gonzalez says, "I should say this up front. Freud is a mostly overrated thinker. Yes, he has historical importance, but a lot of what he posited was flat out wrong. A colleague of mine once compared him to Marx in that regard. A highly influential thinker that was wrong about most of what he said. Granted, that colleague is somewhat conservative, but I think you get my point. "Of the many ridiculous things Freud came up with was the Oedipus complex. The idea that boys desire to have sex with their mothers and kill their fathers. At least, in the past I would have said that it was ridiculous. I'm starting to think he may have been right about it. The first part of it, at least. "I've not been practicing as a therapist that long, but I have seen so many cases of young men who have slept with their mothers or stepmothers. Add to that the women who come to me who have slept with sons or stepsons, and mother-son incest is the one of the most common things I've dealt with! Almost as common as more usual things like depression. This stack of folders here? Only about half the cases!" He takes a drag from his cigarette and blows smoke. "Of course, I'm just a statistical anomaly. Many of my colleagues, even a couple who've been practicing far longer, haven't even seen one case of it. How it came to be that I would be called upon for this task so often is just the whim of whatever forces control the universe. Whether that be a god or random chance. "Still, I can't deny the issue has become fascinating for me. The backgrounds of the subjects are highly varied, as are the circumstances that the relations began. Take this case for example. One of the earliest that I dealt with. Kevin (not his real name, of course), age 20, came to me about his unusual relationship with his stepmother." Dr. Gonzalez sets his cigarette in the ashtray. He picks up a file folder and opens it. We fade out. * * * Well, Doctor, the thing is... Shit, this is awkward. I know everything is just between you and me, but that doesn't make me feel any less fucked. Okay, well, here's what's the matter. You see, I've been sleeping with my stepmother. Yeah. You see, my real mom died when I was 15. Dad and I were pretty broken up about it. After three years had passed, I convinced him he should start seeing women again. Yeah, 48 is a bit late to be dating, but he actually found another wife pretty fast. Beth was a bit younger than him at 36, but she was a kindhearted woman who I got along great with. Pretty good looking too, and I'm not usually into older women. Well, they got married, and a year later the shit hit the fan again. Dad came down with cancer and got laid up in the hospital. God, I was so sick about it. I couldn't stand the idea of losing both of my parents this early. I put college on hold and moved back home to do everything I could to help out. I got a part-time job to help pay for expenses. Dad was pretty well off, but I couldn't just do nothing to contribute while he was in the hospital. When I wasn't working, I helped Beth out around the house. Still, nothing I did felt important. The doctor's gave him a good chance of surviving, but I had trouble believing them. After all, they said the same thing about Mom when she was in the hospital for the accident she was in. I felt so powerless. I couldn't sleep. I went and visited Dad as often as I could, but it was never reassuring. Beth, bless her heart, did all she could too. But I would still lie awake in bed, dreading that I would get the call saying he didn't make it and that my father was gone. One night, I was feeling restless and got out of bed. I went into the living room and just sat there on the couch in the dark, staring at nothing. Trying to block all my troubles out of my head and failing badly. I tried remembering all the good times I had with Dad but that just made me feel even worse. The lights went on. "Kevin? Is that you?" Beth said. She came into the living room wearing a small robe, her long black hair kind of messed up. She sat down next to me. "Are you okay?" she said. I sighed. "Not really, I guess." "Want to talk about it?" "Well, it's just... I just can't fight the feeling that Dad's not going to make it." "Oh, honey. I'm sure he will." "Yeah, I know. It's just... They said the same thing about Mom. The idea of losing Dad so soon after her..." "Oh, you poor sweet boy. No one your age should have to go through this." She hugged me. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down and started bawling. She let me bury my face in her chest. She stroked my hair and back and cooed to me. "It's okay, honey. Let it all out." I'll admit, it helped. She was so tender and caring with me, and all that crying did me some good. What a sweet woman Beth is. When I calmed down, she smiled at me and wiped the tears off my face with the tie on her robe. She kissed my cheek and whispered softly in my ear, "It's going to be okay, honey." The mood took a turn. I suddenly realized I was in the arms of a beautiful, mature woman in a small robe that barely clung to her. I started to feel really lustful. I guess she felt it too. We looked at each for a moment and then our lips met. Her kiss tasted so good. I could feel the hard-on growing in my pajama pants. I let my hands wander down her back and to her soft ass. That's when I realized something. This was my dad's wife, and here I was kissing her and feeling her up while he was in the hospital. I felt like such a bag of shit. I pulled away. "I'm sorry," I said, "I got a little carried away there and..." "Are you thinking about your father?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, I talked to him the other day. He told me that even though he was in the hospital, he knew I still had needs. He told me it would be okay if I slept with other men. I told him that I couldn't do that to him, but he insisted he would be fine with it. I still wasn't going to, but I think you need this. Far more than I do." I could tell she wasn't lying. Maybe I was just rationalizing, that boner wasn't going away, but I realized that we both needed some comfort. I knew I'd still end up confessing and apologizing to Dad, but if she was right he would forgive me. She took me by my hand. "Shall we go to the bedroom?" I swallowed and nodded, still feeling a bit reluctant. She led me into the bedroom. We stood in front of the bed and she put her arms around me. She was kissing me so deep. I reached around and felt up her soft ass while she pressed against me. "I can feel how excited you are," she whispered in my ear. She wasn't wrong. My cock was so damn hard. She unbuttoned my pajama shirt while she kissed my neck and face. I let it fall off. She had me sit on the bed. I slid off my pajama pants and sat there in just my boxers with a huge tent in them. She untied her robe slowly. I sat there agape like an idiot and watched her. When that robe slid off... Oh man, seeing her there in just that white see through underwear drove me crazy. This woman had an amazing body, Doc. Her tits sagged just a little, but that didn't detract from her at all. I could see she had a nice bush below her taut tummy. I don't think I'd ever been more aroused than I was. She gave me this really sexy smile and pushed me back on the bed. She climbed on top of me. Oh god, she was so warm and she smelled so good. Feeling her skin against mine and the hungry kisses she gave me were just too much. I creamed in my boxers. I felt embarrassed. How could I ejaculate that prematurely? Beth was completely fine with it though. I told you she was kindhearted. "You just came, didn't you, sweetie?" "Y...yeah. I'm so sorry!" "Oh, don't worry." She got off me and pulled off my cum soaked boxers and tossed them in the hamper nearby. I was still hard as hell. She grabbed my cock. "See, honey?" she said. "You're still plenty ready to go. That's the benefit of being young." She slowly pumped my cock to get every last drop of my cum out and licked it up. I shuddered as she cleaned me off with her tongue. "It's been a while for you, hasn't it?" she said. "Yeah." "How long?" "Um... Since I graduated high school." "Almost 2 years? Oh, you poor baby! No wonder you went off so fast. Don't worry. We'll take care of that." Beth took off her bra. Her nipples were so tasty looking. She started sucking me off and man was she good at it. I ran my hands through her hair as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. "Hey. Can you bring your pussy up here?" I said. I wanted to taste it real bad. "Of course, dear," she said as she took off her panties. She straddled my face and lowered herself on to me. I wrapped my arms around her hips and went at her pussy like I was starving. It was so wet and her juices were delicious. I must have been hitting all her right spots, because she was moaning with joy. That just made me go at it even harder. The feel of her mouth around my cock and the taste and smell of her pussy were so intense, I was afraid I was going to cum again pretty quickly. I managed to hold off somehow. She suddenly pressed her pussy hard against my face and cried out. The way she cried out when she came excited me so much, I just kept going at it. She kissed the tip of my cock. "You want to fuck, baby?" she said, sounding so aroused. "Oh god, yes," I said, sounding even more excited than her. She got off of me and laid on her back. Oh man, when I got over her, Doc. Seeing her laying there with her legs spread, waiting for me. It was almost more than I could take. I climbed on top of her and kissed her. I slid my cock into her pussy while she put her arms around me. God, she was so warm and wet. I kissed her hungrily as I thrust in to her, sucking on her tongue. I can't even describe how good it felt, how good her kisses tasted. I kissed down her neck and chest to her soft breasts. She loved when I started sucking on them. "Ah! Yes! That feels so nice!" she said. I sucked on them harder and pinched her nipples between my fingers. That really got her moaning. I just kept pumping into her and sucking her tits. She must have still been sensitive from the first time, because she arched her back and came again. The cry she let out was so fucking hot yet adorable. I knew I wouldn't be far behind her. I could feel the hot pressure building. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!" I told her. She wrapped her legs around me. "It's okay honey, you can do cum inside me." I could see that's what she really wanted. A few more thrusts and the pressure went off. I groaned loudly and shot my load inside her warm, wet pussy. I rolled off her feeling dizzy, that's how good it was. She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I did the same and we lay there holding each other. "Do you feel better, honey?" she said. "Oh yes," I replied, still out of breath. She giggled and we just lay there. I could feel the pleasant burning in my cock from having just cum twice. All my troubles seemed to dissipate in that moment. I felt safe. I felt that everything was going to be okay now. I fell asleep soon after. A day later, I went to see Dad in the hospital. It was always painful to see him in that bed. We chatted for a bit. He told me they'd been treating him well, and he was optimistic about his chances. I started feeling bad that I'd had slept with his wife while he was in here. I decided to confess to him. He actually took the news well. "I did tell her it was fine," he said. "Besides, did it make you both feel better?" "Well, I really liked it," I said. "She said she did too." "So what problem should I have with it? Listen, I am going to make it through. You can count on that. I'm not going down that easy. I know all you've been doing for me since this shit started. You're a good boy, son. But you can't put your life completely on hold. Neither can Beth. If this makes you both feel better until I can get home, then I don't see a problem with it." I smiled. There were tears in my eyes. "I love you, Dad." "I love you too, son." We hugged. "Hey," he said, "Just look at it like you're keeping her warm for me." We had a laugh together. Doctor, he's still recovering, but I'm more optimistic than ever that everything is going to be okay. Beth and I have each other until he's out, and I can't see anything wrong with it. Is this okay, Doc? I confided this to a close friend and he told me to seek help. I guess that's why I came to you. Just to make sure I'm really not fucked. * * * We fade in on Dr. Gonzalez. He picks up his cigarette and takes a drag and blows smoke. He says, "Well, I assured Kevin that, based on what he told me, he wasn't 'fucked'. To use his words. As unusual as his relationship with his stepmother was, it didn't seem to be doing any harm. At least in the short term. "Kevin's story has a happy ending. His father's cancer went into remission and he returned home. Kevin returned to college shortly thereafter. As far as I'm aware, his relationship with his father and stepmother has suffered no strain. It seems to have had no long term damage, either." He closes the file folder and returns it to the stack on the table. He takes another drag from his cigarette. He sighs out smoke. He says, "Kevin's case was fairly simple and clean. Not all of them are, of course. In my experience, they rarely ever are." Dr. Gonzalez stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. We fade out. The Oedipus Files of Dr. Gonzalez Ch. 02 We fade in on Dr. Gonzalez sitting in a chair in front of a bookcase. He is reading a book. He holds the book up to show it is "Oedipus Rex" by Sophocles. Dr. Gonzalez says, "One thing to remember about Oedipus is that he didn't intentionally sleep with his mother. He was horrified to find out Jocasta was his biological mother after he married and had children by her. So much so that he tore his eyes out. "What of young men who know that a woman is their mother and desire to sleep with them anyway? What of young men who desire to sleep with their mother precisely because they are their mother? Are these young men aroused by the fact they are doing something considered wrong by society at large? And what of the opposite; mothers who desire their sons because they are their sons? What causes familial love to become eros?" He reaches over and picks up a file folder off a nearby stand. He sets the book on the stand. "Take the case of Erin, for example. Erin had come to me before while she was grieving the loss of her husband. Two years later, she came back regarding a disturbing development with her son Brad." We fade out. * * * Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Doctor. My husband? Yes, I still miss him, but you were a big help getting me through that time when he first passed. Thank you, Doctor. I'm actually here about a problem I've had with my son Brad. I told you when I first came that he's been a distant boy since he was 10. I wasn't surprised that he was even more quiet and distant after his dad died. The poor boy was only 16. I can't imagine what losing your father that early does to a boy. I tried to do everything I could to talk to him, but he insisted he would be okay. You told me he seemed fine when I brought him to you. That he was just a naturally introverted boy. I don't think you were wrong, but there was something he didn't tell you. Brad did pretty well in school, in spite of what we went through. He even got into a good college. He should have just started the second semester a few weeks ago, but... Well, let me explain. I admit, I was really sad to see him leave when he moved to the student housing. It meant I was going to be in that house all alone, until he came back for Christmas and summer. I thought about dating again to keep from getting lonely. I mean, I know 38 isn't too late to starting dating again, is it? You think I still look fine, right? Well, thank you! I don't think I was ready though. I still missed my husband too much to start seeing other men. I guess this is where my problem started. Not long after he went off to college, I went in to clean out his room. I found something under his bed. It was a pair of my underwear. A pair I figured just went missing in the wash. It was all crusted up. At first, I was just disgusted and threw them in the garbage. Then I sat on the couch trying to process what I found. I tried thinking of other explanations, but I couldn't avoid the obvious. My son had taken my panties and was masturbating into them. That meant he had to have been thinking about me, right? I kept hoping I was reading it wrong, but I felt I couldn't deny it. My own son was lusting after me. You know what's worse, Doctor? It excited me! I'd never thought about my own son like that before. But now, thinking about him lying there with my panties and stroking himself. Imagining him moaning for his mommy. Groaning as he came into my underwear. Rubbing his cock on the fabric where my pussy had been. Oh Doctor, I'm so ashamed! It just seemed so exciting to me! I couldn't stop thinking about it. Was that why he was so distant? Because he wanted me and he was ashamed? I know he had a couple girlfriends. Did he sleep with them and think about me while he did it? Had he ever tried to peak in on me changing or showering? I never caught him if he had. Was he still thinking about me at college? Was he laying in that bed in his dorm and thinking about his mother's body? Oh Doctor. If Brad only he knew how that night I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about my son's body. I imagined holding him in my arms. Telling him how much Mommy loved him. How I'd always be there for him and I'd always make things right. I imagined him kissing me deeply and taking off my clothes. I started playing with myself and imagined my son kissing me all over and then fucking me. My pussy was getting so wet at the idea. I'm so embarrassed, but I made myself cum so hard imaging being fucked by my own son. I'm such a shameful, awful woman. It followed me everyday after that. I missed my son so bad and now I was lusting for him. Whenever I called or e-mailed him, things felt so awkward. I kept wanting to confess how I knew, I knew that he wanted his mother's body. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him too. But I could never get up the courage. I should have come back to you then, Doctor. But I was just so ashamed. Then Christmas vacation rolled around. Brad came home and I think he knew something was wrong with me. Things were more awkward between us than ever before. At times I told myself to sit down and talk with him before this went to far. Other times I thought about going to his room while he was laying down to sleep and getting in with him. I just couldn't do either. So here's what I did. On the night before Christmas Eve, I decided to change with my bedroom door open. Where the bedroom is, he had a good chance of coming by and seeing me. If he didn't, there would be no loss. If he did, it would be up to him what would happened. I could tell him that he was gone so long that I was used to not shutting my door if I needed to. When I heard the door to his room down the hall open and footsteps coming my way, I turned my back to the open door. I undid my blouse and threw it in the hamper, then slowly slid down my skirt. I made sure my ass went high in the air. The footsteps seemed to stop behind me. After I threw my skirt in the hamper as well, I hesitated while I adjusted my stockings and panties. I told myself there was no going back and turned around. There he was in just his boxers. My beautiful 18-year-old boy. Such a well-built boy, looking so much like his father did at that age. He was staring intently at me and had a huge tent in his boxers. I wanted to do something, but I froze. After a moment, I realized he was quickly walking toward me. He grabbed me by my wrists and pushed me back on to the bed. He pinned me down and lay on top of me. "I'm so sorry, Mom," Brad said to me. "I just can't hold back anymore." He started kissing me hungrily and deeply. I couldn't believe it! Not only was my own son mad with lust for me, he wanted me so bad that he was willing to take me by force! Even worse, it made me even more excited! My son wanted me so bad he was going to rape me. That's so wrong isn't it? Being turned on by your own son trying to rape you? I feel like such a hopeless slut. He started kissing my neck. He kept telling me he was so sorry. Oh my baby! "Brad, it's okay," I whispered. "I want you too." He stopped. He let go of my wrists and just looked at me. "I found a pair of my underwear in your room. You were jerking off with them, weren't you?" I asked. "Y...yes," he said. "How long?" "Mom, I've wanted you since I was old enough to jerk off!" I was surprised. But so excited. I put my arms around my son. "Oh my baby. You've been thinking about me like that for that long? It's okay, your mother will take care of you now." "Oh Mom!" he said and started kissing me again. It had seemed like forever that I'd tasted a man's kiss and now here I was tasting my own son's tongue. Feeling his strong young body on top of me. It was so good. We sat up on the bed and he looked so excited while I undid my bra. He was breathing heavily when I revealed my breasts to him. He went right for them and started grabbing and licking them. Oh my little boy! I had suckled him with those breasts when he was a baby. Now he was sucking and squeezing them to make his mother feel good. I stroked his hair and held him. He had me lay back and kissed down my stomach and to my panties. He grabbed them and slowly slid them off, feeling up my stocking covered legs as he did so. I spread my legs apart for him and he stuck his head between them. I felt his hot breath breath on my pussy. "Oh Mom," he said, "You smell so good." I blushed. I felt him spread my pussy and drag his tongue across it. I don't know if I can describe what I was feeling. The boy I had given birth to was eating my pussy. For a moment, I wondered what kind of mother I was. What kind of mother does this sort of thing with her son? But then I gasped as he started to go at it with such force. Oh god, it felt so good that I just forgot everything. I just lay there moaning and gasping. Soon I felt a rush of intensity that was almost unbearable. I cried out so loudly. For a moment I lay there out of breath. My own son had made me cum. He made me cum harder than his father ever did! It's such a shameful thing to admit, but he did! Brad wasn't finished. He threw off his boxers and started kissing me again. I could taste my pussy on his mouth. I could feel his throbbing cock rubbing my pussy. God, how I wanted it inside me. He broke his kiss and looked me in the eye. "Mom, I know you said you want me," he said, "but I don't just want you like this. I want to be your lover. I'll come back and take care of you. I can't replace Dad, but I want to do everything I can for you. Please tell me you'll be mine." I was shocked, but not very. I think I knew he wanted more than my body, but I didn't think he'd be that direct with it. I should have told him no. I should have been a good mother and pushed him off me. I should have told him to stay at college. I should have told him there was no way we could be lovers. But I couldn't. I just couldn't! I put my hand on his cheek. "Oh honey. Yes!" I said with tears in my eyes. "I love you so much and I want you back with me. We'll always take care of each other. I'm so happy!" I could see tears in Brad's eyes as well. "I am too Mom," he said and kissed me again. I felt him guide his hard cock into my pussy. I gasped when I felt him enter me. "Ah! You're so wet, Mom!" he said. I wrapped my legs around him. "It's because you make your mother feel so good! Please fuck me, Brad!" "Oh Mommy!" Hearing him call me Mommy turned me on so much. I know how wrong that is, but I couldn't help it As Brad thrust into me, he kept calling me Mommy, kissing my mouth and neck, and telling me how good my pussy felt. I told him how good his cock felt and kept moaning with joy. It wasn't long before I felt the intensity building again. I climaxed even harder this time. I couldn't even hear my own cries because I was so lost in pleasure. When I calmed down, I heard Brad say, "You sound so hot when you cum, Mommy," I must have turned so red. I felt his hips hitting me harder and harder. "Mommy, I'm going to cum too!" He was panting so hard. I pulled my legs around him tighter. "Oh yes! Please give Mommy your cum!" He groaned loudly as I felt him swell inside me and shoot his seed deep into my pussy. He lay his head between my breasts. We were both out of breath. "You also sound cute when you cum." I whispered to him and kissed him on the head. I felt him go soft inside me and we just fell asleep like that. Doctor, he's done just what he said he would. He's dropped out of college and moved back in with me! Oh I love him so and we've been so happy together. But now I'm having second thoughts. None of this is at all normal. I've taken my son as my lover, and he even dropped out to be with me! None of this can be good for him, can it? What should I do? I'm so lost and confused! * * * We fade in on Dr. Gonzalez. He looks at the file folder with his hand on his chin. Dr. Gonzalez says, "It seemed to me that Erin had allowed her son to become her lover in order to cope with the loss of her husband and as a response to her empty nest syndrome. The fact this unusual relationship had formed out of such profound feelings of loneliness did not make it seem at all healthy for Erin. "I asked her to bring Brad in for our next session. It was clear he had some deeper issues that caused him to be sexually attracted to his mother from the time he hit puberty. The fact he would have apparently been willing to rape her was even bigger point of concern. "The next session was a disaster. When they walked in, the first thing they told me was that they had decided they were happy together and they would not need my services anymore. When I tried to tell them why I thought their relationship was unhealthy, they became defensive. "After a heated argument, Brad yelled that he wouldn't let me drag them apart. He then grabbed his mother and began necking with her right there in my office. Needless to say, I was taken aback. Immediately afterward, they stormed out and did not return." He returns the file folder to the stand. He says, "I consider this case a failure on my part. It was a mistake to ask them to come in together. Perhaps if I had asked them to come in separately, I may have had better results. "Unfortunately, once they had left my office there was nothing I could do. The case did not have enough immediate danger for me to alert the authorities, and Brad is legally an adult. I can only hope they have found a way to resolve their issues without my help." Dr. Gonzalez sighs and looks at the file folder on the stand. He stands up and walks away from the chair. We fade out.