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I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. She looked a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show "Leave It to Beaver".I don't know how it started except that one night I had wet dream about her and since then she was all I wanted. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10".However she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home.Her clothes started to become sultrier, she would wear more makeup than she had before, she would use expensive perfumes, and such.I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't tell her son, since he might feel the same way?She told me that she couldn't because of her religious upbringing, because she didn't want to ruin my life, and because she would die if I rejected her.I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her son.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and perfume.I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in he vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses she always wore.We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them.So I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the name of Momma's Boy.