When I wanted to snuggle in her breasts, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a "naughty boy" (with a sly smile), for example.When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me".
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.
We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them.
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".