Mother Love (part 1)

This poem is dedicated to the DarkEnchantress - she is wonderful. She asked me to write a poem about a fatal attraction - and this is about as dark as I dare go on here.  
 
 
Their situation was dark  
sparks flew when they spoke  
it had always been that way  
she was his mother  
and he, her only son  
she had been dominant all his life  
but he was now starting to answer back  
she didn't like that  
 
He began to hate her  
she began to love him  
but love him in a way  
which love should never be  
between mother and son  
she dreamt of him  
naked  
he dreamt of her  
dead  
 
He plotted to kill her  
so many ways he thought  
just one more order  
one more dig at him  
and he would end it  
 
She spat orders at him  
she liked the way it angered him  
and the torture on his face  
she also watched him shower  
from the crack in the door  
she couldn't help herself  
she was lonely and he was so handsome  
so hung  
so smooth  
 
He knew she watched him  
he made an event of dressing...  
and undressing  
he tortured her urges  
and secretly loved her  
but not in a way  
a son should love his mother  
she had curves  
black underwear  
tight skirts  
and he dreamt  
oh, how he dreamt  
 
One evening they rowed  
she raised her fist  
and he caught it  
their faces met  
and she kissed him  
his grip lessened  
and her balled fist softened  
to fingers  
fingers which slipped inside his robe  
found him large  
found him hard  
 
He gasped and stood  
disgusted  
how dare she - this woman  
he called his mother  
touching him  
holding his sex  
making him hard  
he stormed out and hid  
inside his head  
dressed quickly and walked  
to the park - he sat  
 
She couldn't stop think how he felt  
hard and smooth  
but he was already hard  
when she touched him  
he must've been aroused  
by the row  
but she couldn't stop thinking about him  
in the wrong way  
 
He couldn't stop thinking about her  
in the wrong way