For the better part of two years my mother and I lived on a small island in Washington State. I was 20-22 she was 55-57 at this time. We both we like roommates at this point in our lives. We would smoke together all the time. She had the top half of the house we were renting and I had the basement. Well with it being a small island and not that much to do, soon my thoughts turned to mom. We would play Scrabble a lot and on day I brought out a notepad that I had forgotten I had written some fantasies about her on it. We played a few games. smoked a few bowls. I went to the bathroom and mom flipped the page to start a new game and was shocked to say the least.

She asked what this meant, I clearly wrote "I want to fuck my mom" on the top of the page and underlined it several times. I admitted to her that for months that I had been spying on her and have been making myself cum to her. I told her I had several magazines that had stories about moms and sons. I told her that I know she would never, but I really did like the idea. She sad she was a little upset and needed some time.

Couple weeks go by and she says she understands but cannot cross that line. She knows that I will be peeing and so forth and she would dress a little differently around the house for me. She did start to wear more open shirts and smaller shorts. No outwardly bold behavior, but she was definitely teasing me.