my son, my lover

this is about a mother's infatuation with her own son.
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looking out from the kitchen window,
as beautiful 33-year-old, 5'10, long blonde hair, blue eyes, 34c, beautiful legs, beautiful body, average height, mother was washing the dishes in the kitchen sink,
when she saw her teenage son mowing the back yard with a lawnmower, she watched as he was pushing the lawnmower up and down the backyard,
she could see the sweat on his body,
he looked-up and saw her watching him,
he smiled and waved.
he was 18-years-old, short brown hair, green eyes, 32 inch cock, 5'9'', average height, he was wearing underwear, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes.
she smiled and waved back.
she was wearing underwear, bra, shirt, socks.
they went back to work.
he entered the house.
after he was done mowing the backyard.
he saw his mother still doing her chores around the house.
his eyes fallowed her every movement.
he looked at the curves on her legs.
he started masturbating as he was looking at her.
that night, he got up from his bed.
walked out of his bedroom.
to his mother's master bedroom.
he walked inside the master bedroom.
he saw her sleeping.
she was sleeping so beautifully.
he gently laid down beside her.
until she woke-up.
she saw him looking at her.
he put his finger to his lips.
she remained quiet.
he started moving his hand.
on her blonde hair.
he started moving his finger on her nose.
he leaned down.
started kissing her.
gently on her lips.
he slowly moved his hands on her body.
then faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, on and on and on and on and on,
all night long,
he continued.
moving his hands on every part of her body.
while she was laying very still.
not moving, not saying a word.
after he was done.
he looked at her.
she looked at him.
he kissed her on her cheek.
he got up.
and left the master bedroom.
she knew that not only was he,
her son, but,
her lover.