That slow seduction, watching her slowly give into my desires, rationalizing with what she’d be morally ok with as a wife and mother but eventually giving in to her primal desires would be so hot.
We'd been friends for so long we'd practically grown up together and throughout that time I'd had a soft spot for your mom. She didn't dress overly provocatively but her huge breasts were impossible to miss. Slowly I began to let my loyalty to you be overcome by my attraction to your mom. Evn the simple encounters with her fueled my desires more and more.
