My wife has had the same reoccurring nightmare for the three years of our marriage. I noticed her problems sleeping right away, but she wouldn’t tell me what the problem was for a long time. It wasn’t until about six months into our marriage that she finally told me what the problem was. She told me that every night, without fail, she would have the same nightmare. She said that in this nightmare, she would be stuck watching, but not being able to stop, something that absolutely terrified her. In her nightmare, every night, she would see me fucking her mother, in our bed, with her being forced to watch. She would hear me and her mother screaming out in passion, crying out how much we loved each other, and how much we loved fucking each other. In the dream, she said me and her mom would both talk about how much we enjoyed the fact that we had gotten away with fucking each other for years without my wife even suspecting. We would change positions, and finally, as we both were about to approach screaming orgasms, with me on top of her mom, my wife would wake up.
This completely floored me when I first heard this. I reassured her that I loved her, and that I would never betray her, and her mom loved her too. She said she knew that, but the dreams would never go away. She couldn’t get it out of her head. She said she knew the idea of me having sex with her mom was ridiculous, that we would never do it. After she told me this, we tried to get some more sleep. I turned away from her, to try to focus on falling asleep, and for another reason. I didn’t want my wife to know the fact that her story had given me a throbbing erection. I didn’t want her to know that this wasn’t the first time the thought of me fucking her mom had passed through my head.
My name is Matt. I met my wife Jenny in our junior year of college. We were 21 when we met, and we are both 25 now. She was funny, pretty, quirky, and one of the most intelligent people I had ever met. Once we met, we were inseparable. It wasn’t long until we were living together, and soon we became engaged.
I learned a lot more about her once we started living together. I learned that behind a lot of her quirks were deep-seeded issues, mostly stemming from her relationship with her mother, Gina. Jenny’s parents had split when Jenny was young, and I think Jenny blamed her mom for that. Their relationship soured from there. Her mom, Gina, had had custody of Jenny, and over the years, Jenny’s resentment of her mom grew. She still saw her dad on weekends, and she wanted to stay there, but her mom insisted on having custody of her.
Jenny couldn’t wait until college, so she could live away from home. She hated going home for the summer, so by the time she had her first really big relationship, with me, she dived right in, and we lived together in the summer. When I found out more about her mom, I asked her if it was just the divorce that turned her against her mom, and she said that that was just the start. She said her mom was a control freak, that she wanted things done her way, or else. She was also real critical of all her friends and especially her boyfriends. It wasn’t that her mom didn’t care about her. Her mom clearly loved her, but her mom tried to run her life. Her mom had her claws in her. She needed to be free of her. Because of her mom, Jenny said, all of her boyfriends were driven away. Plus, she said, her mom would go out all the time, and would never say where she went. Jenny said that she felt like she was suffocating at home, and if she never interacted with her mom again, it wouldn’t bother her.
I tried to say she was going a bit overboard, but she stuck by her stance. As you can imagine, with a person with as many parental issues as she had, it wasn’t surprising that she was seeing a therapist every week. Her therapist, Dr. Jennifer White, had helped my wife sort through some of her issues, and Dr. White insisted that, since we were getting married soon, that she should involve her mom in the wedding in some way, to prove that Jenny was in control of her own life, and that her mom isn’t as bad as Jenny thought. Dr. White thought, like I do, that Jenny was exaggerating how bad her mom was. As the wedding day approached, I became very interested in meeting Gina, and seeing the truth for myself. I had never talked to her on the phone. I had never even seen a picture of her. I was, admittedly, a bit nervous.