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Mom was a hard worker. In fact, if she had one flaw, it was that she worked too hard.
She was also a very beautiful woman, in the classical sense. Tall and slender, but with enough curves to catch anyone's eye. And her face was equally alluring, with high cheekbones and full lips.
Of course thinking about my mother like that was forbidden, but I just couldn't help it.
I mean, who could blame me? I was a healthy, young man, and she was my mother. And if I was being honest, sometimes, when I was lying awake at night, unable to sleep, my mind would start to wander and the next thing I knew, I'd be fantasizing about her.
In these fantasies, Mom was always incredibly beautiful and sexy. I could imagine her dressed in lingerie or a bikini.
So when mom came home from work today absolutely exhausted, I decided to do something special for her.
I figured it would be nice to give her a massage, since I knew she was tired. I could tell by the way she walked, and the slump of her shoulders.
I had a little massage table up in the attic as I'd taken some massage classes, so I offered to give her a full body massage.
"Really?" She asked, her eyes widening. "You'd really do that for me?"
"Of course," I said, smiling. "You're my mom. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, because..." She started, but trailed off, realizing she didn't really have an answer.
"Come on," I said. "Why don't you take a nice, warm shower, and I'll set up the massage table for you."
She nodded and kissed me on the forehead, then - with her step a bit lighter - went off to take her shower.
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