I have fantasized about my mother since I was dozen. I don't acknowledge how it started except that one night I had wet pipe dream about her and since then she was all I wanted. She was divorced since I was 10. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorcement newspaper publisher. Because of him she soured on men for many years…. except for me.

She look a lot like topper's mother in the old show `` go forth It to beaver ''. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To expect at her you would recall she was the All American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexy woman. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall cleaning lady of 5'10 ''. She had naturally large full tit that could not be played down. She also had a full, slightly heavy, hour deoxyephedrine design. She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and perfume. I liked nothing more than than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in he vapor of her musk conflate with the smell of humbled roses she always wore.

Since we only had each former, she began to depend on me more than and More to be the man of the house. Without realizing it, she started to eventually cod me. When I wanted to snuggle in her tit, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a `` naughty boy '' ( with a sly grinning ), for example. When I would do something nice for her she would say things like `` how she wished she had a man like me ''. When she see me in my swim shorts she would say in a husky voice how `` her baby was getting to be such big man ''. However despite all of this she was still very conservative and also religious. spiritual taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.

Yet consume a lusty woman, like her, and hold back her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… and it does something to them. One night I happened to get into her room when she was in the bathroom and I noticed she was on a grownup chat web site under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own computers in our own rooms and secernate phone lines for both of them. So I went back to my way and logged on to the same station under the figure of Momma's Boy.

It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. It seems she was attracted to vernal men. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next duad of solar day and we got to know each early. Little by picayune I was able-bodied to get her into private conversations. slight by little I even got her to sing about sex. One nighttime I asked her why she liked younger guy wire on the confabulation site. I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her son. She told me that what first attracted her to me was my grip. She told me how she had been starting to become sexually attracted to her son and she knew this was iniquity. So she would log on to try to find men to constitute her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the vernal ones who reminded her of him.

She realized this was becoming an compulsion yet she could not help herself. The intellection of fucking her son made her wet and hot. She could not even delight masturbating unless she was indulging in this phantasy. The thought of it made here hot than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. I agreed.

She liked to play out unlike fantasy scenery with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then consume vantage of my power over her. In one I would write a lot female parent son fantasies that I would present to incest magazine publisher or to adult situation on the web… until she caught me. In some I would rape her or blackmail her into having sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually torture me until I became her sex slave. I would also micturate hint and open her history thought which she would love.

Our Weird human relationship developed this way over a few calendar month without her ever suspecting me. However she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home. Her clothes started to become sultrier, she would wear more war paint than she had before, she would use expensive essence, and such. She even started to instruct me to ballroom saltation inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.

During this time my mother would recite her internet son how her urges dominated more and More of her thinking. How she lately started using a vibrator to help tone down her fervour. She also told me how envious she was when I looked at other cleaning lady or went out on a engagement. I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't tell her son, since he might feel the like way ? She told me that she couldn't because of her spiritual upbringing, because she didn't want to destroy my life story, and because she would die if I rejected her.

Yet as prison term passed she would get filthy and nastier describing what she wanted to do to me and her inhibition were soothed by me. She was also particularly excited by the fact that I eventually told her that I wanted to fuck my own mother. Initially she told me not to let a fantasy become more than that but over time she encouraged me to try to seduce her. She gave me mite and advice which I started to use on her. For example I started to invite her to go out with me to the picture show or dancing or out to eat. Finally one night I said something that made her suspicious about who she had been chatting with.

When I was at school day one day she logged on to my computer and found some of my records of conversations with her. She was shocked and afraid. For the next few hebdomad she ignored me and I did not roll in the hay why. She also stopped going to the internet. She also started going to church casual. Yet one day affair changed when I found her on the internet again.

I asked her where she had been and she told me she had taken some time off to get her head together. She then started asking me questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my mom. She told me how this would ruin their normal female parent son family relationship. How my mother as my lover would get to more demands on me. How I would find knowing my mother was a slut and a woman of the street. Whether I could handle the intimate appetites of a horny sure-enough woman that would want her pussy sucked often, who would wanted her boobs licked laborious every nighttime, who would take I suck her bastard, and so forth. She asked me if I really wanted a mother that would want to own him as her private love slave and would not want to share me with others. She asked me if I wanted a female parent that always talked sordid to him and that made him fuck her for hours. To all this and Sir Thomas More I said yes. Then she told me that if I really felt this way I should leave me door partially open tonight and let my mother trance me masturbating.

This made me suspicious but I did as she asked. Shortly after I started she walked into my room in a chemise with nothing underneath. What I saw underneath aflame and had me trembling. `` Are you Momma's Boy '', she asked shyly. I nodded. `` Do you roll in the hay how hot you have been making me '', she asked. `` Are you trusted you want to become a mother fucker ? '' I nodded. She then pulled my sheets back and admired my pecker. `` Oh sister its even bigger an aphrodisiac than I ever hoped for '' she moaned. Her mouth then engulfed it an licked it until I almost came but she stopped.

'' Not yet baby '', she said. outset I want my baby boy to know his mommy. I want us to devote our taboo first it can be like losing my cherry tree. I want our sin to get hitched with us and adhere us together like wedding nuptials. I want you to come in me the first metre before your fires can die down and you can modify your psyche. I want you to fuck me first so that you know I am your bawd forever as you are my stud.

She then stuck my cock in her puss and sat on me. `` Oh god my infant's cock feels so estimable. Momma doesn't recognise how she ever lived without it. She then rode me hard as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her. She then lowered her rima oris to mine and kissed and sucked my mouth for an hour while our manus learned each others bodies. She then made me breastfeed and osculate her tits half the night. She would rub my aspect in them, slap me with them, embrace me with them, and progress to me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our internet chats. She finally rode me one Sir Thomas More meter before we crashed into a deep sleep.

The next dawning I awoke from what I thought was a wet ambition only to find my mother sucking me cock. When she saw I was awake she moved her pussy over my case until I clamped my face on it. We sucked each early to multiple sexual climax. Afterwards we lay in each others arms and she asked me if I was happy being a mother fucker and I told her I had never been so felicitous in my sprightliness. That was the initiatory day of our lives gleeful life story of taboo .