It was the summer of 1970. I was a twelve year-old boy with an
over-developed libido. I was becoming fascinated with sex and fascinated
with my Mother. Mom was attractive -platinum blond hair; blue eyes; 5’2″
tall; C-cup breasts; thick, dark nipples; tan lines accenting a nice
reddish blond bush. She favored slacks and blouses or shorts in the
summer. Demi-cup bras and hipster or lacy high-wasted panties. Frosty pink
lipstick and pink or red nails. I wanted all of that so much!
I fed my fantasies by spying on Mom or catching glimpses of