Everything that I desire in a woman s******* came from my mother. She was, and is, the sexiest woman I have ever known. I subscribe to a text to art program so I can generate pictures of her in her sexiest outfits, so I can remember.
We grew up in the 70s so she would wear halter tops with long white pants and sandals. She also had this modest blue bikini. She also never showed her belly button, which I wanted to, see but at the same time added to her hotness. I wish I had asked to see it, even if she would have said now.
Even now all these years later she’s still the image I think of that gets me the most aroused.
Don’t worry – nothing happened between us, although I did hold her at the waist once when hugging her which she pushed away. But, she was hot and she was late 30s early 40s, her s***** peak. And I know she wore those outfits to stand out against other women. And oh, did she ever.
Mom, you are beautiful, you are s***, you are hot. You are the hottest woman I have ever known. And I fantasize about you every day, even though it’s wrong.