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She couldn’t believe what she was seeing and felt a mix of shock, embarrassment, and arousal.

She tried to brush it off as a coincidence and quickly closed the browser, hoping that her son wouldn’t notice. But the image of those women, with their long blonde hair and curvy bodies like hers, lingered in her mind.

As the days went on, Deborah couldn’t help but feel a strange attraction towards her son. She found herself sneaking glances at him when he wasn’t looking, noticing how much he resembled his father, who was no longer in the picture.

She tried to push those thoughts away, knowing how wrong and taboo they were. But the more she tried to resist, the stronger her desire grew. She found herself fantasizing about her son, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on hers.

One day, she couldn’t take it anymore and found herself in her son’s room, watching him as he slept. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t resist touching him, running her hands over his chest and down his stomach.

Suddenly, her son woke up and caught her in the act. He was shocked and confused, but Deborah couldn’t hold back any longer. She confessed her feelings for him and to her surprise, he didn’t push her away.

They gave into their desires, sharing a forbidden and passionate night together. It was wrong, but in that moment, it felt so right.

Deborah knew that what they were doing was taboo and could never be accepted by society. But for the first time in a long time, she felt alive and wanted. And as she lay in her son’s arms, she couldn’t help but think that maybe this forbidden love was worth it.

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Deborah Jones

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