I have a fetish for older women. They are the only women that will turn me into a savage every time. If the choice is between a twenty year old and a 40-50-60 mature woman in good shape, I will take the mature gal every time. I constantly stream granny porn and mature porn on my computer and I have been fucking Mrs. Pecca since I was 18 years old.
Mrs. P. is a plump bleached blond lady, 63 years old. She runs a candy store in my neighborhood. I did errands and moved stock for her once in a while. She likes to fuck doggy style and gives a great blow job. Mrs. P. gave my first hand job, blow job and first fuck. She is my sex mentor. But I have an overwhelming passion for another mature woman. I dearly love her. The obsession with this woman is incurable.
She is a widow and had been a widow for 14 years before the night of August 25, 2004. She is very attractive and a little plump but she does not have one line or wrinkle. She is 5'6" tall with matronly 38 D cup tits that look like the heads of twin rockets when she wears a bra. Her legs are shapely and her short hair is a beautiful salt and pepper. She was 54 years old and I was 21 that night in 2004. That was the night that I could not control myself. I was obsessed with the thought of fucking her at any cost. I dreamed about it and planned it, even though she was my mother.
My sister had married and moved from the house on August 20th. Prior to that, all three of us had lived together. The house was paid for and we managed very well. I had plenty of money but I had very little time for a social life. I really didn't care because I was consumed with making love to my mother. It was the only thing I thought about and the single most important thing in my life. I convinced myself that she felt the same way.
She constantly fawned over me and hugged me when we said hello and goodbye. She always referred to me as the only man in her life and would marry me in an instant if I was not her son. She and everyone else say I look exactly like my father. My obsession with her began when I was just a child. The sight of her in bra and panties or in the flimsy nightgowns she always wore made me crazy with lust.
The day my sister married, I walked into Mom's bedroom without knocking; she was completely nude standing and admiring her body in the full length mirror. The sight of her huge tits and the big black furry pussy made me swoon and I somehow I managed to control the urge to grab her and make love to her. I almost passed out. I could hardly breathe. She slowly covered herself up as she turned around and scolded me for not knocking. I know she saw the bulge in my shorts.
That afternoon at the wedding reception, I could not wait to dance with her. We danced three or four times. I had a perpetual hard on. After a few drinks, I told her how beautiful she looked especially earlier in the day. I told her it was the most beautiful sight in the world. She finally told me, "no more dancing, the booze is getting to you and everyone is staring at us."
We all stayed at the hotel where the wedding was held and that night my aunt shared a room with her. My aunt stayed with us for five days and nights after the wedding. I was forced to bide my time. I managed to control myself because I knew as soon as she left I would seduce Mom.
The night of, August 25th, we were finally alone. I watched porn on my computer as usual, until about 10:00 PM. I watched the site where all the women appeared to be over 50 years old. I didn't jerk off because I knew tonight I was going to fuck her no matter the consequences. I went into the family room but she had fallen asleep watching TV. It was the chance I was waiting for. She was lying on the sofa on her side and was wearing a flimsy night gown barely covering her. In my mind I could see that big beautiful black pussy. I longed to suck and fuck it.
I slowly removed my shorts. My prick was so hard it hurt. I walked to the couch and in one motion I pulled her to the floor and had her left arm pinned under my right shoulder joint with my arm under her neck and head with my right hand tightly grasping her right wrist. She was pinned in a crucifix position. My left leg was between her legs. She could thrash with her right leg but she could not move her left leg at all. She was as helpless as I had planned.
She was startled when she woke up and started to struggle. When she saw it was me.
