u/throwaway67564534

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This is the first Grok created a truly NSFW nude image for me. Here’s the link: https://grok.com/imagine/post/3777af76-a1ee-4e37-b497-e271e9d5cfb3?source=copy\_link&platform=ios&t=ed0faddb8cf0

The prompt was the following:

Create a hyper realistic image of a 55 year old Caucasian woman and 18 year old Caucasian man based on the following description:

Create a hyper realistic image of a woman based on the following description:

Mom was a tall woman, only a couple of inches shorter than me, and thin. Her face, outlined by dark hair worn straight to just touch her shoulders, was a little too drawn to be called pretty. She would more aptly have been described as a handsome woman. But one thing that did stand out about her was her lithe figure and normal sized breasts that seemed overly large and pert on such a long, slender frame. Perhaps to compensate for her not-quite-there beauty, Mom had a penchant for wearing tight sweaters made of soft material that tended to cling to her breasts, emphasizing their size and perfect form. The picture certainly showed that the way she was standing beside me, leaning in with her head against my chest, her body twisted so that one breast was thrust out more than the other. Her straight hair was unique then, too. At that time, if a woman wore her hair mid-length, it fell just past her shoulders and was flipped up and out in a little semi-curl. Mom’s fell just short of her shoulder and curled in, like a modern cut today.

u/throwaway67564534 — 20 days ago

Hey everyone,

I need to get this off my chest. It makes me nervous to even put these words down, let alone share with you, but I know most of you will not judge. I'm 37 years old now but this happened when I was 29 years old and my mom was 59 years old.

It was two weeks before my wedding. I stopped by my mom's house to drop off some wedding stuff. When I arrived, it was just my mom.

Quick note about my mom and growing up: My mom and I have always been close. Growing up, I tended to be an oversharer. She would always be there to listen to me. My mom and dad didn't have a lot but we had a somewhat normal life. My dad tended to verbally abuse my mom when things were not going his way. My mom would just take it graciously. She is the most patient person I've ever met. I would always find myself comforting my mom after those arguments though. I would mainly listen to her and let her vent. This naturally led to me falling in love with her and seeing myself as her protector. I jumped into a nurturing role. For the record, she never asked me to be her protector or to nurture her but I think I was naturally inclined to do so because I saw how my dad treated her and knew she deserved better.

After sorting some wedding stuff, I made a comment about how this might be one of the last times we have together before I'm married. I expected my mom to reply in a normal way but she said that she felt like she was losing me to another woman. It was an innocent comment by her but it gave me the courage to confess my feelings for her. I never thought in a million years there would be a right opportunity to tell her how I actually felt about her but I could see the sadness in her eyes and thought this might help her realize that she wasn't losing me.

I blurted out that she was my first love and that I would still spend time with her. I told her that I always had a crush on her and that it never really went away. I told her that I always tried to date women who had similar qualities to her because I thought she was perfect. I told her that I never understood how my dad could treat her poorly and how if things were different I'd cherish her. The entire time I was looking down at the floor. When I looked up at her, she was teary eyed.

To my surprise, she was not upset or disgusted. I expected a quick response about how my comments were inappropriate. She lovingly smiled at me and held my hands in hers. She quietly told me that she always knew about my crush. She said that I didn't hide it well but she understood it was normal. She was surprised to hear that my crush never faded. For the next ten minutes, we talked about my crush on her. I was relieved by her reaction.

Towards the end of the conversation, I blurted out that I didn't think my crush would ever fade unless I got it out of my system. She nervously laughed and asked "you're serious aren't you?"

I just replied and said, "Mom, all I want is to just kiss you, just one time. Just to feel that close to you."

It was silent for what seemed like hours. And then she replied, "okay, just one kiss."

I couldn't believe my ears. I started rambling about if she was sure it was okay and she calmly told me she was sure. We were still holding hands.

I locked eyes with hers and I leaned in, and then we kissed. It was soft and electric. I don't think my brain quite understood what was happening. My hands found her waist and I gently pulled her to me as we stood in the kitchen. Her hands wrapped around my back. Our kiss lingered. Our bodies were frozen. I was kissing my mom. Sensing our kiss might come to an end, I decided to test how far I could go. I slowly parted my lips to see if her mouth would open. Her lips parted slightly and when I extended my tongue it was met by her tongue.

For the next two minutes, my mom and I made out slowly. It was delicate. I would sense she was as nervous and surprised by the kiss and making out as I was with what was happening.

And then as quickly as it happened, she slowly broke the kiss and looked down at the floor and said, "that's enough and this stays between us" and then she went to the living room to finish packing up wedding stuff. I stood frozen in the kitchen. Inside, I couldn't believe what happened. We actually kissed. I actually felt her lips on mine and our tongues danced together. I smiled and touched my lips. Part of me wanted to ask for more but the way she said "that's enough" told me she meant it and I knew deep down she kissed me because she loved me and wanted to help me get over the crush.

The rest of my visit was uneventful. We finished packing and I left her house. Two weeks later, I was happily married. My mom and I have never talked about the kiss. We still have an amazing relationship and there is no awkwardness. But I still have a crush on her. I don't think it will ever go away. I'm trying to process the crush and heal any brokenness that might be inside of me.

That’s my confession.

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u/throwaway67564534 — 26 days ago