It didn't take her long to get over her divorce. She cried a little for a couple of days and then went on with her life. It was her fourth husband after all and she got used to the rejection. I know I shouldn't be saying this about my own mother but if she stopped being such a slut and putting out with every guy she meets she wouldn't be in this mess so much. But for some reason she thinks that by giving men what they want right away she could keep them. She never told me this I just over heard her say that over the phone one day to one of her friends.
When I was younger I was a bit embarrassed of her at first. She would always wear tight revealing clothes, always stop to talk to strange men on the streets who she found cute. "I'm just trying to find you a new daddy," she would say when I was a kid. But when I went through my teen years she was the only person who would be able to arouse me. My mother has blonde hair, a great figure from aerobics and lots of swimming, 38DD tits, and an ass that any man would die to get their hands on.
For years I have spied on her either swimming in the pool out back, or in her bedroom removing her clothes. She never wore any normal underwear, always something that you might see in a Victoria's secrets catalog. Her bikini was just the same, always a thong to show off her ass, and a too small top that always seemed was gonna break open one day, but doesn't. She would walk around the house in her bikini after swimming doing housework or cooking, I only wish she would do the same in her Victoria secrets underwear.
She'd even flirt with me, press up against me, I would just go along with it to show that it doesn't bother me, when it actually does. Every night I would jack off to her image in my mind. Every girl that I fuck I would pretend she's her. When I was 18 I got one blonde girl that I was fucking to actually wear my mothers underwear and have sex with her on her bed, and let me call her mother. That actually got her turned on.
One night my mother came home from one of her wild nights. Some guy drove her home and threw her out of his car. I ran outside and carried her back into the house. She was passed out drunk. I took her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I looked down at her lovely body, she was so hot for a 37 year old. Some thoughts came into my mind. I could fuck her right here. Not only that, I could tear her clothes off, scatter it around, and make it look like she was raped by someone else, and then she would look to me for comfort.
