The Getaway 5: Camping Edition

I didn't always think this way about my mom, even though she is easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Last semester I took up running, (usually early in the morning after my mom went to work). One morning, I saw a woman in front of me. Her ass was perfect in heather gray spandex leggings, she was wearing a thong underneath, her blonde hair was pulled up in a pony tail, her shirt was loose and would sway left to right giving me glimpses of her toned and tiny waist. The glimpses of her waist, her ass moving up and down. the swaying of her ponytail felt . My cock twitched at the thought of holding her from behind, pulling down her see-through pants, and fucking her. The distance between us was getting shorter and shorter, and I started to recognize her, maybe she was from my school? She's older, I'm close enough to see her hands, no ring, and she’s single. Oh fuck, that is so hot! I was just steps away from her, and then I recognized her she was my own mother! I fell back, allowed the distance between us to grow. It was that night I fantasized about fucking her, it became an obsession. I hate to be so vulgar, especially about my own mother, but honestly fucking her is what I wanted most I dreamt of our bodies nude by the campfire, she would look up at me and beg me to make her cum. I knew I was going to make a move, but I didn't know how. The last day of school is tomorrow, finals, and I can't sleep again. I've started to devise a plan. More and more details about how I could tell her she's beautiful. She doesn't think she is, but I will make her believe it. I'll convince her to come with me, I NEED to do it. It's as if I am sick with obsession and I've got to try to find relief.