I’ve always respected my stepmother. I’ve loved her just like any normal son would, and I still do.
I never knew my real mom since she passed away in an unfortunate accident when I still a baby. By the time I was thirteen, my father had already re-married.
Years later, after she joined the family, I was passing through the hallway at my house, and when I looked to my right, I accidentally saw my mom in her room changing, her gloriously massive boobs hanging out; it was the first time I ever saw breasts in real life. These things were at least double D’s.
It was only for a second, but that one second was enough for me to develop a sexual attraction towards my mom that I still have to this day.
Ever since that day, I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with my mom; searching for her used panties or bras in the dirty laundry and sniffing them while masturbating.
My mom is thirty-nine years old. She has amazing boobs, a fantastic ass, thick thighs, black silky hair, dark hazel eyes, and she’s overall a beauty; a true MILF. I can see why my dad fell for her.