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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".

She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.

The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.

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.

When I wanted to snuggle in her breasts, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a "naughty boy" (with a sly smile), for example.

When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me".I would also make suggestions and give her story ideas, which she would love.Our weird relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting me.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.She told me how she had been starting to become sexually attracted to her son and she knew this was evil.

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