Daughter joins her father. Build a house, raise a son, plant a tree Why is the law so harsh
Psychotherapist Anton Udovenko, who wrote on his Facebook page a frank story of relationships with a 5-year-old daughter, about why you can’t walk in front of children without panties and how to overcome attraction to your own child.
The purpose of my post is to expand the zone of normality. Many men in relation to their daughters, many women in relation to their sons have feelings similar to those that I have described. A very violent reaction on the Internet showed that, therefore, people found something similar in this story ... In some way it will be useful for those who recognize themselves here.
I am pleased with the attention ... Comments when people thank ... Someone offends, someone does not offend, people are different. It doesn't scare or hurt me at all. Yesterday I blocked those who insulted me, but the same number of people came to me as friends after that. My philosophy does not suit everyone, but there are like-minded people. Rigid moral standards say that excitement is a ban. But the physiological reaction is normal for any person, no matter who he is excited for - cats, dogs, parrots ... Someone is excited from fast cars, someone from shoes ... I don’t feel attracted to my daughter, I feel aroused, that we play with her in bed and ... not only. I don't know how to describe it to you. This subtle moment is important to me. You know, you feel such a kind of excitement when you stroke a cat, a dog, or when a parrot climbs on your head and starts poking around ... Everything is connected with sexual feelings. In general, everything according to Freud.
They say that usually people experience sexual arousal with the person they want to have sex with. Disagree. This is a very clear position. I think such unambiguous things are inapplicable to people. Some people get excited and need a release. Someone experiences, and he does not need. Yet different. After all, the body is not under our control, it is under the control of instincts. An instinct arises - excitement arises ... My wife is also quite normally developed intellectually. I say, I wrote a text about this ... I gave it to read. She approved. We didn't have any confessions. I didn’t come up, didn’t set the table in advance, didn’t tell her a secret in secret.
Feeling excited while hugging your child is normal. This normality must be recognized, seen in oneself and something must be done about it. Because if this is not recognized and not noticed, but simply turned away from it, then all this will unconsciously influence our lives. Cases of domestic violence and incest occur precisely because of silence. People are closed from themselves, consider it bad, blame themselves, hush up, this tension accumulates, and at some point the mind fades into the background, and the body does its own, and ... that's it.
Therefore, the first step is to become aware of these forbidden feelings in yourself. Only then can they be controlled. The main thing is not to kiss your daughter on the lips and not to touch her genitals. This barrier cannot be crossed. I have seen many times when mothers kiss their boys on the lips, wash them in the bathroom for a long time up to 10 years, this leads to peculiarities in the development of the psyche, and it is impossible to predict the consequences. I am also totally against it when parents go naked in front of their children. The genital area should be covered, it is even desirable that mothers go in dresses, and not in a bra and shorts. For me and my children, this is unacceptable.
I had a difficult childhood, so I try to properly raise my children. At about six months, I bit my mother on the chest, and she switched me to the mixture. At 10 months old, I already walked well, they took me to Ukraine and left me for six months. With grandma and grandpa. Grandmother Lena played the role of mother well, and I am grateful to her for her care and love. My parents did not hear my first words, and when they arrived, I babbled with might and main in Ukrainian. The basic feeling of uselessness, loneliness and the unconscious desire to die that arose became my companions for life.
Before becoming a psychologist, he worked in the police, abused alcohol, soft drugs, went to nightclubs. At some point, I realized that I was going downhill, and entered the psychology faculty of RUDN University. Today my marriage is 13 years old, I have wonderful children, a wise wife, a dacha, a car, an apartment and a favorite job. I realized that I don’t need power and fame, and I will always have as much money as I need in order to go to my happiness and the happiness of my family, dear love ... ”says the psychologist. And he adds that it is his psychological drama and hidden pain that make it possible to help others. “I am sure that it is impossible to be a good psychologist without having personal emotional experience of overcoming and experiencing. Telling a client “I understand you”, without feeling what the person is talking about, without having a similar experience in his soul, is a deception and a crime.
A father who has been seen in a dream will remind you to take someone's wise advice and solve the problems that have arisen. If you do not obey your father, you will face great difficulties.
If you dreamed that your father died, do business more carefully, otherwise you will have a very difficult time.
A young woman who sees her dead father in a dream should be prepared for the fact that her lover is deceiving or will soon deceive her.
D. Loff wrote about the dreams in which we see the father: “The father is an interesting figure in dreams. He appears in a dream in various guises, causing conflicting feelings with his presence. As psychological studies show, how you feel about your father, how you perceive him, largely depends on the perception of beings of a higher order in which you believe.
As a result, dreams with the appearance of the father often refer to issues of power, presence and love. As a rule, strength and authority are concepts that are primarily associated with the father. The father is an all-knowing and all-seeing person, and discipline is only a consequence of the above qualities. It happens that a father appears in your life in an unusual way. Such dreams can make you feel that not everything in this world is well arranged.
The appearance of a father in a dream can symbolize warmth, strength, or, conversely, their absence in relation to other dream characters. In addition, a sick father usually dreams of some unresolved questions (What? Other elements of the dream will help answer this question.)
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Dream Interpretation - Father
Seeing him dying in a dream means that you will be ashamed of what you have done.
Seeing a deceased father is a sign of illness or inheritance. For lovers, such a dream portends news of treason.
If your father is silent in a dream, then soon you will receive news of his illness. The dream in which you saw that your father was sick portends grief.
If you dream that you are talking to a father who died long ago, then you should remember him. Quarreling with your father in a dream is a sign of failure. To see him happy in a dream means receiving news from home.
Becoming a father in a dream is a sign of a happy ending to some business. The godfather in a dream is a symbol of protection.
After such a dream, you should listen to good advice and follow it. Sometimes such a dream reminds us of the responsibility that lies with us.
For a girl to see her mother and father together in a dream is a sign of imminent marriage or great good luck and happiness.
Interpretation of dreams fromDo you think this doesn't happen? So you didn't have a daughter...
And some dads don't give a damn
In general, this old problem: the Electra complex, which develops into sexual interest and even incest.
My relative had two daughters a year apart. Until a certain age, they ran around the apartment in panties, dad sometimes washed their butts, but when their pubis began to fluff and the first marks appeared on their chest, dad once barked when they perched on his knees: So, already adult girls, well -ka covered all the places, and only my mother works as a bathhouse attendant.
In general, this is a normal approach to the problem. I do not understand what questions "what to do?" etc.
There are two options: stop or become a pedophile.
Very often women say: well, it's okay, it's a daughter, just think, they kiss on the lips. The usual reaction of a matron who is afraid to talk to her husband on a sensitive topic. Therefore, we depict a carefree mine during a bad game, pretending that the husband's erection after putting his daughter to bed is a purely spontaneous physiological phenomenon.
Quite often, a father resists his daughter's tenderness and his dark base desires, but then he gets a taste of it. The daughter does not mind, the wife stuck her head in the sand, why not play pranks after a working day
90% of pedophiles are relatives of the victim (fathers, brothers, stepfathers, grandfathers).
Therefore, we will never know the scale of family pedophilia.
I really experienced a passion for a woman, I was sixteen years old, my sister was fourteen, my father was forty-four, and my mother was only thirty-four, my mother was exactly ten years younger than my father. I just finished the 9th grade, in June I went to a labor camp, in July I rested with my uncle in Gelendzhik, and in August I was already at home, since my sister had gone to a pioneer camp, and at home I had to help my parents harvest in their summer cottage .
It so happened that at the beginning of August my father was urgently sent on a business trip to the Urals for six months, my father could not refuse it at that time.
My mother and I stayed alone, and on Friday, when she got her vacation pay, we went to the dacha in the afternoon with her. Our country house had three rooms, a veranda, and behind the house in the corner of the garden stood a log cabin.
As soon as we arrived, my mother asked me to melt the bathhouse, and stripping down to her bathing suit, she began to collect fallen apples, pears and apricots and put them in the attic of our outbuilding for drying.
Having applied water to the bathhouse and melted it, I began to put firewood brought in the spring into the attic of the bathhouse, periodically putting logs into the stove. After working for two hours, I sat down in the attic of the bathhouse to rest, and suddenly, through the observation window of the attic, I saw my mother. She was standing in the attic of the outbuilding, the door, located towards the bathhouse, was open, and I saw her long slender legs, a triangle of colored swimming trunks tied with laces on the sides, a beautiful feminine belly and breasts covered with a colored swimsuit. Her face was not visible, but it was noticeable that she was passionate about something. I came closer to the window and looked towards the neighbor's dacha and realized what my mother was so passionate about. She watched the neighbors, who in their front garden fucked with complete pleasure, periodically changing positions. Having admired the neighbors, I looked at my mother again, and an unusual picture appeared before my eyes. Mom also stood, holding on to the beam with one hand, slightly spreading her legs and bending them at the knees, with the other hand she strongly masturbated, putting her fingers into her vagina. The tight laces of her swimming trunks interfered with her movements, so she removed her hand from the beam, took the lace on her right thigh and jerked it sharply. The knot was untied and my mother's black pubis appeared before my eyes. Mom drove her index finger into herself so hard that at a distance of 15-20 meters her muffled groans were heard.
And although I had seen my mother naked before, then she did not make any impression on me. Now I was shaking all over with internal trembling, my breathing was out of control, and my penis stood up in full force. Some kind of wild desire of passion pulled me to this beautiful body. I was already tempted in sexual relations with girls from vocational schools, but this is not at all what aroused in me what I saw now. My heart was ready to burst out, I was choking with excitement, all sorts of thoughts came into my head, and my mother continued to masturbate in front of my eyes, her moans pushed me towards her.
Somehow I got down from the attic, put firewood in the stove and went to the wing. The bath was already ready and I decided: "Come what may! I'll just go up to her and call her to bathe." Coming to the stairs, I listened, the groans continued, as before. I looked around and slowly climbed up the stairs. When I got up, I saw my mother's face. She continued to masturbate, standing on tiptoe, slightly bending her knees, her eyes were closed, and some kind of incomprehensible, thirsty smile wandered on her face. She no longer controlled her moans, and her hand accelerated faster and faster. Suddenly, mother trembled all over, her hips moving towards her fingers, bent forward, she almost completely drove two fingers into herself and, clenching her teeth, groaned muffledly, uttering some kind of chest moan. I looked at my mother with an incomprehensible, previously unknown feeling of surprise and desire. For a minute she was in some kind of euphoric state, then she took out her fingers, abundantly covered with white mucus, from the vagina and began to lick them, collecting mucus from her hand with her tongue. And then she suddenly opened her eyes, and I did not have time to hide. Seeing me, she abruptly sat down, grabbed her swimming trunks and, not knowing what to do, sat looking at me with some misty eyes.
Realizing that it was impossible to stand and be silent any longer, I quietly said: "Mom, let's go to wash, the bath is already ready." Mom gave me a little nod. I turned around and began to slowly descend. Having taken everything necessary for washing in the room, I went to the bathhouse, added more firewood, and began to make steam, adding water to the hot stones. Having caught up steam so much that it was impossible to sit on the third shelf, I suddenly heard the creak of the outer door in the dressing room. I fell silent and heard my mother from the inside close the door to the dressing room on the hook, then pushed the wooden bolt. I realized that we will wash together ...
For about five minutes I sat in the bathhouse, but my mother did not come in. I got up and went out to the dressing room. In the corner of the waiting room, where there were sacks of wheat, I saw my mother sitting on the sack in the same swimming trunks and colored bra. She slowly raised her eyes to me, and I saw a pleading frightened look. I realized that my mother was ashamed of what I had recently seen and was afraid that I would tell my father. Going up to her, I sat down, affectionately hugged her by the shoulders and said quietly: "Well, mom, I love you. What you know and what I saw - we both know and this is our eternal secret" . She tightly grabbed my neck and whispered in my ear: "Thank you, dear! It's a shame if anyone finds out, but I believe you and I owe you a great debt" she suddenly began to passionately kiss my neck, cheeks, lips. I hugged her waist and also affectionately began to respond to kisses, clinging tighter and tighter to my mother with my whole body.
She was sitting on the sack, slightly tipping her back into the sack behind her. Her legs were spread apart and I, standing in swimming trunks, rested my cock on her pubis. Kissing her, I felt how she began to breathe deeply, I felt the beating of our hearts and somehow caught the movement of her large hips towards my cock. I carefully untied her bra and took it off and threw it on the floor. Before me appeared two beautiful, white balls of the third size with neat brown nipples. Without a bra, my mother's breasts did not hang, they were firm and hung a little from their weight. I stood in front of my mother and, leaning in front of her, kissed her breasts. With my cock, I rubbed against her bulging pubis, and she pressed my head to her breasts. Exploring her body, I gradually got to the bottoms, pulled the laces on both sides, and the colored triangle fell to the floor. Mom, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, breathed deeply, not resisting at all and surrendering to me completely. Moving away from her a little, I lowered my swimming trunks to my knees with one hand, moved my legs a little to take them off. Swimming trunks fell to the floor.
Standing with my feet on the floor, I lay down on my mother, caught her lips with my lips, and kissing her greedily, I sent my hard cock into her vagina. Carefully, I introduced the head of the member into the mother's vagina, which turned out to be unusually narrow, then carefully began to move the member inside. Suddenly, my mother gasped and whispered in my ear: "Darling, slowly, please. I have a very narrow one, let me help you better." Resting my hands on the bags, half-bent, I stood over my mother with a member introduced halfway into my mother's vagina. Mom slowly lifted her legs, bent them at the knees and led me behind my back, resting her heels on my buttocks. Then she carefully began to raise her hips, as if planting her body on my penis. I stood without moving and feeling how the cock slowly enters my mother's narrow, warm hole. Raising her hips, mom freed herself from my penis to the head, and then again smoothly pushed herself onto my penis, but more and more deeply. And when her bulging pubis touched mine, my mother began to rotate her hips so skillfully that my cock rested against something inside her, and when she rotated her hips, the head of my penis gently rubbed the cervix inside, creating incredible pleasure for us.
Gradually, I began to help my mother with my movements of the hips, and she, in turn, began to accelerate her movements, holding my waist and helping her hands to make more and more sharp pushes. Mom suddenly began to moan loudly, a strong trembling ran through her body. I felt that my cock was about to explode with sperm, and I involuntarily began to force my cock into my mother's narrow, warm vagina. And then came an indescribable moment when I drove a member into her with force for the last time and pressed tightly against her. I felt how the jets of sperm with a pleasant pulsation gave my mother extraordinary pleasure. She moaned loudly, and a pleasant spasm passed through her body. There was so much semen that the excess poured out of her mother's vagina. After lying down for a while, I again began my movements, since my penis did not even think of going to bed. With a little work, I was able to excite my mother again. Then she again began to help me with oncoming movements. I carefully took my mother by the buttocks and began to put her on the penis. Mom, resting her elbows on the bags, helped me with her whole body and at the same time she watched all the time how my penis enters her. From this she received additional pleasure, and by the time I finished the second time, she experienced several orgasms in a row and, exhausted, fell into the bags and closed her eyes. I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
At home, I closed all the shutters, my mother cooked dinner, took out a bottle of homemade wine. We ate in silence and drank wine. After dinner, my mother told me to close all the doors well, and she herself went into the bedroom. After locking all the locks, I went into the bedroom and saw on the floor two mattresses covered with a white sheet, pillows, and my mother, standing naked in front of the mirror, scribbling night cream on her face. Seeing me, she came up to me, unbuttoned and took off my shirt. Then she slowly knelt down, pulled off my swimming trunks, and my cock was right in front of her face. Mom gently took my cock, gently stroked it and kissed it. Then she took a soft meter out of the locker, measured my penis and said: "Your penis is 3 cm longer than your father's and 1.5 cm thicker." Then, after a little thought and as if in oblivion, she whispered softly: "This is probably fate, and I will give you all my passion and tenderness." Having said this, she gently ran her tongue over the swollen head of my penis, from her gentle touch, the member poured even more and seemed to burst from the excitement that overwhelmed him.
Then my mother gently took the head of the penis into her mouth and began to gently suck it and lightly bite. It was fantastic! She took my cock more and more into her mouth, and soon he was completely immersed in her mouth.
I felt her nose in my groin and the head of my penis in her throat, while the tongue of her larynx indescribably tickled the head of the member. I have never experienced such incredible bliss. And my mother tried to put my eighteen-centimeter cock further and further into her mouth. I reached the highest bliss, and the jet of my sperm sprayed into my mother's throat. I was afraid that she would choke on my sperm, but she did not let me go and continued to suck my sperm to the last drop.
After drinking everything and licking my cock, she lay down on the mattress, bent her knees and spread them wide apart. Her open crotch was in front of my eyes. She took my head with both hands and slowly began to lower it down. I kissed her belly, sinking lower and lower. And then I smelled her vagina. I pressed my lips to her open "bud" and began to gently kiss the clitoris, genital lips, feeling my mother's lubricant on my lips. I gently licked her vagina, sucked her clitoris, I dug into her with all my being. What bliss from this mom experienced! She finished time after time until we fell asleep, embracing, exhausted and happy.
During the three days that we were together, my mother and I tried everything that was possible. And since then, my mother has become for me for many years the most beautiful mistress. I have had many women in my life, but I could not compare any of them with my mother. Maybe because they were all strangers to me, and my mother was the only native person who could give me the unforgettable joy of communicating with a WOMAN.
