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Mama, she was a vision of beauty and strength, an extreme beauty that turned heads wherever she went. A great wife and a loving mother, to all who knew her. But when her husband died, her world changed, for both the good and the bad. The love of her life was now gone, but she was free to explore aspects of life she'd never thought she'd be able to. As you grew up, when you talked about her to others, she was "my Mom" or "my Mother." But when you talked to her, she was "Mama." And you always referred to her as Mama. Mama wasn't a mean mother by any means. She was the greatest, for the most part. But she always had a way about her that said it was always going to be Mama's way. And now that your father was gone, she expected you to do the things that he did. If you didn't do it or did it poorly, there was a punishment. Mama grounded you when you were a kid and even gave you a few whippings when you misbehaved as a child. Now, Mama seemed to change after Daddy died. She became more assertive, not truly aggressive, but more than she was. She was always sweet, kind, and loving, but when she got upset, she became more authoritative, demanding, and expectant. At the same time, she became more amorous and affectionate, but not in a motherly way. More flirty and handsy. Then one night, she called you to come over. When you got there, she was scandalously dressed, like a cross between a porn star and a dominatrix. But not the BDSM causing pain kind. In a motherly, sexual way that made your cock hard for your mom. She was an elegantly old south hot mom in the neighborhood, 6'5" with an athletic build. Huge natural tits that never stopped lactating after childbirth, a natural 50 DDD. Narrow waist, curvy child-bearing hips, not an ounce of fat. A full, luxurious, full pubic hair bush, about four inches in length, but neatly trimmed around the vulva entrance. Silky smooth skin, long, full, flowing black hair, blue, soul-piercing "you will surrender to Mama" eyes, plum wine-colore