Fetish fascinates me. It can be an incredibly difficult path to navigate – whether it’s someone enjoying the kind of pain that scares them or someone role-playing a situation you’d never want to happen in real life. Without it, though, life would be so dull.
I love getting guest blogs from people who have different kinks, desires, relationships and views to me- it makes this blog far more interesting. But this week’s guest blog may be uncomfortable for some of you – it’s about Mummy role play. I’ve published a guest blog before on daddy role play, and understandably it got a mixed reaction: lots of people are uncomfortable with the idea of age play, or the ideal of any role play that breaches the incest taboo. If you’re one of those people, I’d advise you not to read it. But if, like me, you’re curious about fetish, and want to find out more about why some people incorporate these taboos into their sex lives, then read on.
The guest blogger, who wants to remain anonymous, gives a thorough and considered glimpse into his own desires, and the fun he and his partner have during Mummy role play.
Mummy role play
“Who’s your daddy?” is a phrase so ubiquitous, so much a part of pop culture that it’s gone from being sexy, to lampooning and all the way back to sexy again. The phrase itself conjures the familiar situation of a subservient younger woman with an older gent, or just the perverted delight of a submissive-dominate relationship. It’s a regular part of my own sex life, often whispered on an orgasmic breath. But what about mummy?
Towering above my partner at 6ft 3”, you’d be safe in assuming that I’m the dominant one, and indeed I relish the role, dishing out punishment in all sorts of erotic and creative ways. Handcuffs off to those who love to be dominated, but I’m of the frame of mind that human sexuality is far too complicated to assume that you want only to dominate or be dominated. I surely don’t.
A bit of context is in order here. It first started when my partner and I were fucking, skin still slick and salty from the previous session, and during a lapse in the aggressiveness, I said it –“Mummy.” This utterance wasn’t taboo, as both long time explorers of our sexuality there’s little that remains off-limits. Still, I was nervous enough at her reaction, fortunately it was one of utter filthy appreciation. What followed was a glorious role play in which we fucked as mother and son. The whole event lasted over two hours and has since become a staple of our sex life.
It has since gone beyond a simple role play scenario into something altogether more profound. As a needy individual, both sexually and emotionally, it’s little surprise that I get off on my partner’s maternal instinct and her own near insatiable sexuality. It’s not uncommon for the two of us to lay naked, me across her lap and sucking her nipple. Sometimes she’ll gently stroking my cock until I come, but more often than not it’s just a tender moment that reaffirms our closeness, realigns our love and winds us down from the overbearing stresses of life.
This is probably a good enough place as any to point out that I don’t actually want to fuck my mum. Of course there is a perverse joy to be had acting out the scenario with my partner (that’s the great thing about role play) but by taking on the roles of mother and son we are able to better understand the needs and wants of one another and provide a closeness neither of us can find elsewhere. On top of that it makes us both come hard.
As a bi-sexual cross-dresser I love playing with gender roles, and any chance to invert the norm is an opportunity not to be missed. By adopting the role of son to my usually submissive partner, who guides me around her body, telling me how and where to touch her, I give up any delusions of masculinity and feel bizarrely more feminine in and of myself. I can feel the joys of her body as if it was the first time. There’s nothing overtly wrong with a woman calling her fuck buddy “Daddy”, but for a bloke to call his girlfriend “Mummy” then he’s demonised as a ‘sissy’. Trust me, I know.
Whenever we’re getting our filthy rocks off, whether it’s an energising fuck first thing in the morning, a quickie before work, or a golden shower in the bathroom, calling her mummy is a sure fire way to let her know that I’m feeling submissive. This can manifest in a variety of ways, after all being dominated isn’t just about getting trussed up and introduced to a series of ever increasing anal insertions. No, sometimes it’s just about making sure that I please my mummy.