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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 had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.
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.
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.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.
She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.