My mother was very heart broken after the sudden demise of my father but she took the responsibility of mine and raised me as a single mother.She didn...��t even had sex after that she was just busy taking care of me.Now I will narrate how I got attracted towards my mother in the first place and how I ended up fucking her.Scene1: I was 14 years old then.It was a Sunday morning I was slowly waking up, as I opened my eyes I saw my mother cleaning the house she was wearing a low cut blouse and as she. I cupped my breast so only my nipple was showing and I turned back around. “Ta-da” “You’re fucking k**ding me. That’s hot,” Mark exclaimed. “Do they hurt?” “No. Once they heal you don’t even know they’re there. Look.” I said as I uncovered my breast and grabbed the nipple stud. I pulled on it and gave a little twist. I let go of the stud and my breast jiggled. “That’s seriously fucking hot. Holy shit you have nice tits! Well, tit, singular.” Mark grabbed my nipple and pinched as he pull on the. "Sam nodded his head at Mark and winced.Susan added impatiently, "You've gotten all of us mixed up in your lies and deception, so go ahead."Frustrated at his mother's refusal to exclude Mark from the conversation, he blurted it out: "Ms. Gladstone says that as 'homework,' I have to model all your clothes, with accessories, and stuff and take pictures of me in them. I'm supposed to e-mail them to her, Ms. Johnson, and Ms. Cravitz." A real sissy fashion show. How fun."Steve thought the evening. But did it? A germ of an idea began to form in my mind, an idea so outrageous, so bloody ridiculous that I almost dismissed it out of hand, but it kept coming back to me, perhaps it wasn't so silly after all, maybe it could work."Fuck it," I said aloud "I'll make it fucking work." It's the first sign of madness you know."They'd rejoined me and taken an arm each as we walked back to where we'd left our clothes."What is?" Talking to yourself." mum laughed, and I laughed with her, but still that.