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".She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.
I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her son.
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.
She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.
She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.