Mother Son Forbidden Affair Unleashes Hidden Desires and Raw Passion Since dad died of liver cancer 3 months ago, mom and I have just been kinda going through the motions of daily life. She at home and work, me at school. Dad had left us well off and his insurance policy ensured that we wouldn’t lose the house or have to want for anything. I finally made a decision to try and snap myself out of it hoping it would be contagious and snap her out a little too. I tried to wake up with a smile on my face in the morning and greet mom with a smile, a hug, and a peck on the cheek. Same when I got home in the afternoon. I’m a fairly normal 17 year old boy. I’ve been told that I’m not hard to look at and being on the swim team has kept me in great shape. I do the normal things like play video games with friends, hang out at the mall, chase girls, and watch porn on the computer. I’ve found that I have more than one fetish but more often than not I fantasize about dominant-submissive scenarios with me being the Dom. Those are the type of videos I tend to seek out on the Internet. I’ve had several girlfriends and been sexually active but I’ve stayed away from long term relationships preferring to “play the field.” Mom is 38 and has kept in good shape. Monica carries a few more pounds than she’d like but I find that attractive in women and is another one of my “fetishes” if you can really call it that – plump women. She has large breasts, wide round hips, great legs, and a very nice large ass. She’s a fine looking woman, in my opinion, but I’ve never thought of her in a sexual way. I have noticed that lately when I give her my greeting hugs, my dick has been stirring. At first I chalked it up to morning wood or afternoon horniness but I found that when I jerked off (at least nightly) I was picturing that body naked and bending to my will. The more I tried to put it out of my mind the harder it was and the more frenzied the strokes on my cock. I started to get instantly hard whenever I saw her and had to be careful not to let her notice that I was harder than Chinese arithmetic when I hugged her. A few times, I thought she might have actually rubbed herself against my hard-on while we were hugging but dismissed that as wishful thinking. …and then things took a turn
