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In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… In some I would rape her or blackmail her into having sex.In some she would tie me up and sexually torture me until I became her sex slave.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 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.Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more to be the man of the house.Without realizing it, she started to eventually tease me.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 even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.