My stepmom has no idea how much I think about her. She probably sees me as just another college slacker who holes up in his room all day being anti-social. If she only knew what I’ve imagined her doing to me in my fantasy she would possibly send me to counseling. She’s just a regular step-mom like many other moms out there except she has something special to her. She wears frumpy clothes and eye glasses that fall down her nose but I see something else when I look at her. I see her hair softly curled and hanging loose to frame her beautiful face. I see her in gorgeous vintage lingerie with stockings and elegant elbow length gloves. She would wear sexy black satin wedges with rhinestone bows to match the bows on her lingerie garter strap. Her lips would be crimson red like a perfect red rose, most important, she would be wearing pearls that hung down in between her still scrumptious middle aged breasts. Ah! I have blasted my hot cum many a time by my own hand to this fantasy of her.