As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to make love to my
mother. These thoughts probably started because of an incident that
took place when I was only twelve years old. I was in my bedroom doing
homework and my mother was in the next room taking a bath. She called
for me and asked if I would fetch her razor from the hall closet and
then bring it to her. I agreed. I figured that I would simply open up
the bathroom door, mom would cover herself, and I would hand the razor
to her. No big deal, right? Wrong! When I opened the door into the
bathroom, mom stood up in the tub (while completely naked) and took
the razor from my hand. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. At the
time, mom was thirty-five years old, 5'10, 125#, had firm medium sized
breasts with large nipples, and a VERY dark, thick bush. I believe mom
must have
thought that I was embarrassed by what I saw. I wasn't. I was simply
amazed. After what seemed like minutes, I turned, walked out of the
bathroom, and returned to my bedroom.