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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".

I don't know how it started except that one night I had wet dream about her and since then she was all I wanted. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10".

When I wanted to snuggle in her breasts, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a "naughty boy" (with a sly smile), for example.

In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her.Please add a one-time donation to help fund our most urgent campaigns to fight discrimination and expand LGBTQ rights.Remember, 100% of your purchase fuels the fight for LGBTQ equality and makes you an active member of the Human Rights Campaign.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.

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