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.Little by little I was able to get her into private conversations. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site.How she lately started using a vibrator to help tame her fires.She also told me how jealous she was when I looked at other women or went out on a date.
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.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.