I don't remember when exactly the fantasies came.
I know there once was a point where I would have never crossed that line - but that was point was gone now.
There is something that speaks to me while I lay awake at night - an animalistic, sexual voice without rule or regulation.
As more days pass, the harder it gets to ignore this voice, to push it further back into my mind for another day.
As she helped me cook, I snuck glimpses down her top, at the cleavage from her large breasts.
At moments, I meet her green eyes, occasionally taking looks at her full lips.
Since desiring her, it's as if I'm seeing her in a whole new light -- and she is beautiful.
At night, she wears short nighties that hug her body tightly, her large, hard nipples poking through the cotton.
I imagine her nude - I picture her mound, untrimmed, natural. Beautiful.
Is she wearing any panties under her nightie?
Who is this lady? She is my girlfriend's mother. 46 years old to my age: 23 and yet, I can't deny that animalistic, sexual voice.
She is a bbw - a big lady. She has long light brown hair that runs past her shoulders, full, plump lush lips, green, deep eyes and a seductive, curvy body.
She has so much beauty and spunk, from her large breasts to her sassy attitude.
I imagine her standing in front of me, dropping her nightie down and revealing her to myself, her nipples hard, and her sex aching for her first cock in years.
I sit in my bed; thinking how I can seduce her, attract her. Somehow get her to not think I am 20 years younger and hit on me - I want to flirt with her, touch her hand, see her react to a soft kiss on her neck.
Would she moan if I fucked her? Would she give in to that sexual voice inside of everyone?
On special occasions, she wears a revealing dress to dinner.
It pushes her breasts so far up, they look like they would pop out at the slightest movement, and sadly, and they don't.
Instead, I think of her showering, of seducing her when we are home alone, of getting her wet. Does she still get wet? What makes her wet?
It is 3am now. I am wide-awake. My partner -- she is fast asleep, snoring softly.
I sneak out of bed, my cock hard from the fantasies and my mouth, dry as all hell.
When I sneak past her mother's door, I see the dim glow of the computer and faint clicking of the keyboard.
I step forward, knocking softly on her door, and she looks up suddenly, those green eyes meeting mine, and there is a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
It's gone in a second, but it was there, I saw it.
Outside, the rain is pelting down.
The moonlight is shining in through her window and I make out her large nipples poking through her tight nightie.
She notices the stare and looks down, becoming suddenly embarrassed, folding her arms across her breasts, which sway beautifully as she moves.
"No, it's okay" I whisper and I feel myself rise in my boxer shorts.
She smiles back at me, shyly - and even if the moonlight, I see her face going red.
I sit down on the bed beside her and without thinking; my eyes fall to the gap between her legs.
She doesn't notice this as we talk, but every so often I take a peek in between sentences, gazing quickly upon her sex, taking in the beauty of it, of her dark mound.
I ask her why she is up when she has work the next morning, and she shrugs in an adorable way, letting her guard down and unfolding her arms - her breasts falling back against her tight nightie, her large, hard nipples poking through.
"I can't sleep," she says softly, brushing the hair from her eyes.
She then asks me the same question. I respond with the same answer.
Then we fall silent, listening to the rain and the soft tapping of her clicking the computer keys.
The cold air has a bite to it and I hug myself, to which she notices, meeting my eyes once again.
"I don't normally do this to my daughter's boyfriends - but would you get under the covers with me, you're making me cold. Or at least get back to bed"
