The Mommy Dreams Case File

"That would be totally unethical!" said the psychiatrist before me, behind his large oak wood desk. "I could be banned from practice. I would be shamed in the eyes of my colleagues, shunned by the whole world, if I did such a thing!"

"If it came out, yes, I'm sure that would happen. But this will remain secret; neither of us would want anyone to know. Least of all me, consider my position, if this were to become public. But it won't."

"I'm afraid that I won't be a party to such an abuse of ethics, nor would any reputable professional in the field."

"Doctor, you have a great deal of debt. Don't bother to deny it; I have had you thoroughly investigated. I cannot only cancel those IOU's, but see to it that you will never have another financial worry again. Additionally, I'll throw in a little something extra – not to blackmail you but, rather, to sweeten the deal, as it were. I'm aware of an incident that occurred last year, in Vegas. It seems that a certain indiscretion on your part has imperiled your family life. That is, if the 'lady' in question should carry out her threats. Accept my proposal, and that whole thing would go away, permanently."

"Wha . . . What would you do, have . . . her killed? I know you're a powerful man, with all sorts of connections, but I wouldn't want that on my conscience. No matter what she tries to do. She is blackmailing me, but even that doesn't deserve murder."

"No, doctor," I chuckled. "Don't worry about that. She won't be killed. When one has the sort of massive wealth I have, one simply pays more than the blackmailer could ever use, and sends them to somewhere they will be happy to live. The only threat and string attached is that the blackmailer would lose the sweet life if he or she reneged. Such a solution is quite easily arranged with a trust, and payoff funds only come out of the interest of an investment; the principle is never touched. It costs very little, really, in the scheme of things. On the other hand, you, yourself, become rich outright with my gift; and perhaps we set up a clinic to keep you happy, too, doing what you love. I get what I want – everybody wins. What could be better? Since there are no time machines available, I will have to settle for your skills to accomplish my scheme."

"Your dream of having sexual intercourse with your mother."

"Yes." I responded.

"Your mother who died when you were twenty. You're now sixty."

"And I have had an Oedipus Complex for over forty-five of those long years. However, I now am finally in a position to rewrite history, in my head, at least. I intend to do it with your help, as you are the best in the field of recovered memories."

"But, you don't have any memories of having sex with your mother. You said you were absolutely certain that nothing untoward ever happened between the two of you. Is that not what you told me about… thirty minutes ago, when you explained what you were asking me to treat you for, I mean to help you deal with, uh-mmh. That is to say . . ."

"Yes doctor, that is correct. It is a bit awkward to express a case where you implant false memories on purpose, but that is what I purpose. I want you to create the retrograde images so clearly, that they were as if yesterday, of my mother and I having sexual relations. We know that has been done to some women, with the labors of unethical quacks who gave them fictitious histories of mistreatment that never truly occurred. They thought their fathers abused them, but it never happened and it was proven to be implanted memories, entirely false. In this case, I want you do the same, to me, about my mother and myself. Only, you and I shall both know those remembrances will be artificial. There will be no one harmed and no lawsuit. Perfectly legal with waivers and all the paperwork protection you could ever need. Complete confidentiality for me, for us both. What do you say? Have I made you a deal you can't refuse?"

"It's madness. Sheer Faustian! A deal with the devil. . ."

"I'm not the devil, nor am I crazy. But, playing mad scientist, it has a seductive lure, does it not? Only those with a touch of genius can see wild ideas for the opportunities they might actually become, as innovative advancements in their field of science. I believe you are such a man. And I can protect you from the harm of your current potential private humiliation, due to your own past injudiciousness which jeopardizes you presently. I can also insure against future negative publicity which would otherwise be professional suicide, should word of our…escapade escape. Wouldn't you like to try to create something that might be a tool for healing? Dare to be great, Dr.! Or else this Jezebel of a woman will bring you down. You will find yourself isolated from everyone and everything you have loved, impoverished and alone. It is your choice."

"That is a vague threat, you are making, is it not?"

"Let us call it…the 'Vegas' of threats. But really, I need not pressure you, good doctor; quite the contrary, I stand ready to relieve the pressure which has already menaced your marriage and endangered your reputation. I offer an irresistible incentive and unparalleled chance to experiment with a willing subject, not an innocent victim of malpractice. If inoculation was confirmed as effective by the test of infection, then this is similar in repairing broken brains."

"No, no . . . not for a million dollars."

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen?"

"Yes, eighteen million dollars. The same age I will be, when I first seduced my mother, in the manufactured memories you will be instrumental in helping to construct."

"Wouldn't if just be easier and cheaper to hire a beautiful woman who resembled your mother, and act out a fantasy role-playing scene with her? Surely, you could find someone who would fit the type and, for even a fraction of that money, be happy to be your mommy?"

"I have. It's not the same, no matter what, they're never my mom. There was only one of mother; she was both unique, as well as incomparable. AND, I want the memory of doing it when I was a teen. Eighteen . . . million, doctor."

"It will take months, many sessions, meeting several times a week."

"That is to be expected; it will not be a problem. How about a new suite of offices, in a swankier building, with posh furniture? That way, we can have a comfortable setting and insure your private work remains so?"

"Well, I have admired the Swinsall Building which they recently renovated."

And I knew the Dr. was on board for my adventure into incest!

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