When Fabiola's mother entered my house, I immediately smelled a strong scent of a perfume I knew well. She usually wore a few drops of a very delicate perfume, and I couldn't understand why she'd literally drenched herself in my mother's usual scent. But half an hour later, when I found myself in bed with her, everything became clear. She, who had learned from Fabiola how attracted I had always been to my mother, impaled herself on my cock, turning her back on me, and told me that while I fucked her, I should close my eyes and call her mom. At first, this almost irritated me, but then I agreed to play her game and realized how much a simple smell could influence the mind. With a warm, sensual voice, she began to say things like, "Fuck your mommy, darling!", "Go back to that pussy where you came from, Mommy's love!", "I know you think I'm a slut. Come on, tell mommy she's a slut and that you've always wanted to fuck her!", "Do you know that when you spied on me and masturbated for me, I knew you were there and I wanted you so much too?" Those words, that scent... I began to imagine that she was really my mother, and I began to fuck her with passion until I came inside her several times. When it was all over, I was completely empty, and while she was playing with my now tiny, limp little dick with her fingers, she told me that from now on we would always fuck like that.
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