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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".
She also had a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure.
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.
Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more to be the man of the house.
During this time my mother would tell her Internet son how her urges dominated more and more of her thinking.
We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them.
Our weird relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting me.
However she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home.
Little by little I was able to get her into private conversations. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site.
I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her son.
She told me that what first attracted her to me was my handle.