As a kid I'd had many fantasies about having sex with my mother.  Mom was only 17 when she had me and she was always a very good looking woman.  My fantasies remained just that as I grew up.  When I reached the age of 34, my dad passed away and Mom was pretty crushed by the experience.  After some time of mourning, she gradually began to live again.  there were many men who wanted
to date her because she was still very attractive at the age of 52.  To me shewas even prettier at 52 than 20 years earlier.  Mom had brunette hair whichshe generally kept at shoulder length.  She was about 5'5 and was always fitand trim.  Her breasts, I would guess, were probably 36B's.  Not huge, but very sexy.  I had caught a glimpse of her tits a few times as a kid and really liked what I saw.  The idea of fucking my mother faded into obscurity after I moved out of the house and on my own.  It had been 13 years since I had left
home in NY and moved to Florida, where I had a successful business.  Mom called me one evening and asked if she could stay with me for 2 weeks.  She wanted to come to Florida for a little change of pace.  I said I'd be happy to have her.