oedipus

He’d always chased older women, to qualify that further – older, intelligent women. It just seemed to work out that way. He was drawn to them. Freud had that bent view of mothers and sons.
" Jesus I hate Freud ", he mused.
He didnt care to examine why and wherefore, he just liked older women.
She breezed into the cafe seemingly aloof from anything. Her woven black top only accentuated her body shape and the black bra underneath.
" Confidence personified here ", he thought.
His eyes locked onto her, searching for hers. Twice she caught him looking.
" Would that be enough ? ", he wondered.
He concentrated on his body language, uncrossed his legs and waited. She was close enough now to taste her perfume in the back of his throat. He confidently fingered the coiled length of leather twine in his pocket. His shirt was sticking to the chair now.
" Mind if I sit here ? ", she asked.
“Sure ", he shot out, " free country isnt it ? "
He was dizzy with anticipation.

oedipus

mick8585

Melbourne, Australia

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mothers and sons – son’s partners, son’s choice of women. A fuckin minefield eh what ?

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