She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.
When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me".
She told me how she had been starting to become sexually attracted to her son and she knew this was evil.
So she would log on to try to find men to make her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the younger ones who reminded her of him.
I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. She looked a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show "Leave It to Beaver".
I don't know how it started except that one night I had wet dream about her and since then she was all I wanted. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10".