Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more to be the man of the house.
Without realizing it, she started to eventually tease me.
I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't tell her son, since he might feel the same way?
She told me that she couldn't because of her religious upbringing, because she didn't want to ruin my life, and because she would die if I rejected her.
Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.
Yet take a lusty woman, like her, and keep her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… One night I happened to come into her room when she was in the bathroom and I noticed she was on a adult chat site under the name, Hot Mama.
I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in he vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses she always wore.
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".
She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.
It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next couple of days and we got to know each other.