My true story with my mom

Okay, I'm here to confess what I feel and have done thinking about my mom. She's a fat woman (around 110kg), she divorced my dad about seven years ago and hasn't had any boyfriends since then. Since the divorce, I've been very attached to her. During my adolescence, I knew and dated some girls around my age, but never stopped thinking about my mom. It turns out that from those few relationships, I always ended up being cuck, which made me feel more distant from women except for the one who was meant for me. Eventually, I'd end up wanting to only be with my mom. When I was 16 or so, I'd see her as attractive for some reason, but think it was normal because she always looked good to me. Later, I noticed that every time she didn't notice, I'd catch myself looking at her body. It started one day when I accidentally glanced at her ass and the thought Wow, my mom has a beautiful booty went through my head, making me laugh because it was a quick thought, but then I realized I was always looking at her with lust, every time she bent over I'd look at her ass and whenever she didn't notice, I'd observe her big breasts. I knew I was getting into something when one day I saw her booty in her tight leggings and got an erection. That night, I lay down, closed my eyes and started imagining scenarios with my mom, where they all ended with us having sex or her giving me a blow job. At first, I felt weird masturbating thinking about my mom (and enjoying it) but later I got used to it. With the passage of months, I'd start stealing her used underwear from the washing machine so I could jerk off with them. Since my mom is fat, she wears those high-waisted or culotte-style underwear. (I want to clarify that even though she's fat, her ass isn't ugly, it's big and precious). I got too hot seeing her underwear with a vagina-scented smell, I'd pour liters of cum feeling that aroma. exquisite to use the word: pussy she had in her clothes. The last thing I did was during the summer, at midnight I found a pendant from a necklace that she loved very much and had lost, it occurred to me to leave it in her room so she could find it the next day. But when opening the door I see her sleeping with a loose shirt and her underwear covering that round ass she has. I sat on a chair she had in her room and started to wank myself, looking at her. She doesn't know what I feel for her, as of today my mother says that a fat woman does not attract men. But never suspects that her own son is completely crazy about her, to the point that when I've had relationships with other girls, I had to imagine they were my mother to come.