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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.
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.
She even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.
The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.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.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.