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Natasha Harper had always been a loving and supporting mother, rather open-minded and always and confidant in her children's lives. It was part of the reason her and their father split just several years back, his more conservative views opposing her liberal ones. Since then, she had struggled to really involve herself with anyone, instead focusing more on her children and the job she had as a veterinary assistant to a small business in the area. Her son Matt just recently started his second year in college, staying with her in the meantime to save on rent while he attended classes. Just recently within the past couple of weeks, the lonely mother had been tempted in to cross boundaries considered heavily taboo. It started when she walked in on him rubbing one out, meaning to only drop off laundry and be on her merry way. However the sight of his lengthy dick and naked body sent neglected urges into a tail spin, one that faded out stuffy morals never fully set in her heart.
At night, she would touch herself until reaching a full climax, just thinking of her own son. Initially she knew it was wrong, but the more she kept it up, the better it felt. However she wanted more, some times sneaking a peek at him as he jerked off or purposely walking in all together. Even when he changed she would spy on him, anxious to have him. But would he ever want a woman like her? Sure she was not bad to look at, at little taller in the five-foot seven area, still shorter than him. Her body had curves from motherhood and though not out of shape, a little hint of age was barely noticeable. Orange hair framed her cheerful face, with full lips and dark brown eyes. With a large bust and full rear, it was hard to believe she was single. Natasha had no clue how to approach Matt about all of this, but her needs were starting to over flow the more she was around him.
That evening, she fixed up and meal for them as she usually did. Here lately she had been flaunting her body for him, unsure if he was really taking notice. Her skirts were shorter, enough to expose the lower half of her ass in the frilly panties she wore. Different tops often showed off her toned midriff, and ample cleavage like the tank she wore. Purposely she leaned over in front of him, frequently even, like when serving his plate or pulling things out of the oven. Once their meals were set, she took a spot next to his and sat down. "Matt, hun. Your dinner is ready!", Natasha called, eyeing the entryway for his arrival.
At night, she would touch herself until reaching a full climax, just thinking of her own son. Initially she knew it was wrong, but the more she kept it up, the better it felt. However she wanted more, some times sneaking a peek at him as he jerked off or purposely walking in all together. Even when he changed she would spy on him, anxious to have him. But would he ever want a woman like her? Sure she was not bad to look at, at little taller in the five-foot seven area, still shorter than him. Her body had curves from motherhood and though not out of shape, a little hint of age was barely noticeable. Orange hair framed her cheerful face, with full lips and dark brown eyes. With a large bust and full rear, it was hard to believe she was single. Natasha had no clue how to approach Matt about all of this, but her needs were starting to over flow the more she was around him.
That evening, she fixed up and meal for them as she usually did. Here lately she had been flaunting her body for him, unsure if he was really taking notice. Her skirts were shorter, enough to expose the lower half of her ass in the frilly panties she wore. Different tops often showed off her toned midriff, and ample cleavage like the tank she wore. Purposely she leaned over in front of him, frequently even, like when serving his plate or pulling things out of the oven. Once their meals were set, she took a spot next to his and sat down. "Matt, hun. Your dinner is ready!", Natasha called, eyeing the entryway for his arrival.