As much as I loved my mother. I also found extreme pleasure in fantasizing about my mother in the dirtiest and humiliating situations.It started with ...magining my mother in hot clothes worn by actresses, and then in bra and panties advertisements found in magazines.Soon I was picturing her in place of bikini models, in fashion channels. Then in steamy sex scenes from Indian movies. In a month, I had started imagining her in the porn movies I watched.But I wasn’t done just yet, I wanted more.. How degrading, but heck – she was happy to always oblige, so he had little to lose here.??She’d be near-perfect as my wife,? he thought. ?As if!??For many women, Ethan had this ?cute thing? going on. He came across as the sort of guy who needs to be mothered. He sure did need to be mothered right now – mothered to get himself out of the messy situation he was in!??Well, Kat, you need my friendship because ye're deeply in love with me. And that’s why you need my friendship, right????Bingo! I do. OK? I'll get some lube.” She disappeared into the house.While she was gone I watched the orgy in front of me. As I turned my attention to them, it was obvious that Fred was cumming into Liz's mouth. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as Fred, swallowing all of his cum. Then Fred lifted Liz and placed her on the table beside them, so that her cunt was easily accessible to him. Then Jenny and Roger, moaning in unison, distracted my attention from what Fred was about to do to Liz. Jenny was. “You love him as well,” I said to Sara with a smile, “it’s okay, you can say it.” Sara blushed and said, “I will tell you later.” We got home around ten o’clock and Sara took me into the kitchen, “Why did you ask that?” Sara asked me. “Ask what baby?” I smiled. “If I love him?” Sara whispered. “I just wanted to hear it from your mouth,” I whispered, “So tell me, do you love him?” “How would you feel if I told you that I do love him?” Sara whispered, “How would you feel then? Knowing that.