Rate this story 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...
