I am just normal (24 years of age). In this story..I do not go about having sex with my mother directly..I have read stories where a boy sees his moth...r and has sex…I find that weird.Here I would like to share my lust for my mother and how it all started and what did I do. My mother is not very beautiful, she does not have perfect figure..And neither she is thin.Actually she is fat (around 45 years of age) but has a sweet face like all mothers. I know this may upset many readers but I dont want. In the letter he asked her to let him know her answer as soon as possible.After the third reading, Elizabeth was finally able to explain to Jimmy - who was now beside her sharing her joy of discovering the money in the envelope - what his cousin Martin was asking of her."He will give you every month one hundred and fifty dollars, but that is more money than father used to earn in two months." Yes I agree, it is a large sum of money."Jimmy couldn't understand why his mother seemed to hesitate to. I wasn’t sure if it was me or Miss Bennet who whispered “Mrs. Hoffman isn’t coming”. I felt myself start to fall into the spinning red haze and as “coming” echoed and repeated it self as if it was on an endless loop, the blackness swallowed me up.The red swirling had become white with tinges of red. I could see four white lumps in the distance. Someone said something. I tried concentrating and realised it was Fiona saying “Good girl, it’s all over”. She was wearing a long, red rubber apron, no. Those breasts under the sweater, which heaved as she spoke, the legs hidden under the slacks that Bunny remembered so well from the night before and that mouth. Fucking lush! How could a girl look so good? From inside, she could feel the melting of ice cream sinking down her throat and a thumping of her heart. Until she bear it no longer. That mouth! Those teeth! Those lips! All of a sudden, and it surprised her and she hated it, but she couldn’t help it, but wasn’t it so right? And why not?.