Watching my son grow, I found myself drawn to his strong, mature body and increasingly masculine features. Before I realized it, I no longer saw him as just my child, but as a man. My desire for him grew stronger each day, and after repeatedly dreaming of intimate acts with him, I could no longer resist. I may be more lustful than most women. Hearing him bathe behind the bathroom door, feeling my pussy throb with need, only deepens these forbidden cravings.