I can't shake this feeling that's been lingering since this morning. I think I caught my son looking at me differently today. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was stealing glances at me, appreciating the way I looked. I almost thought I saw a flicker of attraction in his eyes, but I must be imagining things. I brushed it off as mere fantasy, but the thought lingered in my mind like a secret. Time passed, and I tried to shake off the feeling. But I caught glimpses of it again, fleeting moments where I thought I saw something more in his eyes. And then, I started to wonder... why do I feel myself getting turned on by the mere thought of it? Why do I fantasize about my son wanting me, about him touching me, about him inside me? I must be going crazy. The more I try to suppress it, the more I can't stop thinking about it. He's been flirting and sneaking loving touches that feel like much more than simple affection. I know that he must have feelings for me. I knew then that I wasn't imagining things, that he must have feelings for me too. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to give in to those feelings. The fantasy played out in my mind like a dirty movie, my son's cock in my hand, his eyes locked on mine as I stroked him. What would it feel like to have him inside me, to be filled by the very person I brought into this world? What his cum would taste like? I couldn't believe I was thinking this way, that I was actually considering... no, wanting... to be with my son. The guilt would creep in, and I'd try to push it away, to tell myself it was wrong. It should not ever happen. But why am I so wet thinking about it? Is it really so wrong to feel this kind of love for my son? If I'm being honest, I think I'm falling for my son.