I have fantasized about my mother since I was XII. I don't have a go at it how it started except that one night I had wet dreaming 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 divorce written document. Because of him she soured on men for many years…. except for me.

She look a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show `` Leave It to silk hat ''. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To front at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexy woman. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall char of 5'10 ''. She had naturally magnanimous full breasts that could not be played down. She also had a good, slightly heavy, hour glass bod. She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and fragrance. I liked aught more than being hugged by her and feeling her titty rub up against me while being lost in he evaporation of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed rose wine she always wore.

Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more to be the man of the family. Without realizing it, she started to eventually fluff me. When I wanted to snuggle in her tit, when we hugged, she would pull up me away can squall me a `` juicy boy '' ( with a sly smile ), for case. 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 buttoned-down and also religious. religious tabu were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.

Yet necessitate a lusty adult female, like her, and hold her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… and it does something to them. One night I happened to come into her elbow room when she was in the john and I noticed she was on a adult chat situation under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own computers in our own rooms and carve up sound pedigree for both of them. So I went back to my room and logged on to the like stead under the name of Momma's Boy.

It wasn't unvoiced to coin up a conversation with her. It seems she was attracted to untested men. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the future couplet of days and we got to know each other. Little by little I was able to get her into individual conversations. Little by footling I even got her to talk about sex. One night I asked her why she liked younger cat on the confab site. I guess she had grown to swear me because she told me they reminded her of her son. She told me that what first attracted her to me was my handle. She told me how she had been starting to become sexually draw in to her son and she knew this was malign. So she would log on to try to find men to make her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the immature I who reminded her of him.

She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not serve herself. The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot. She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy. The persuasion of it made here spicy than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would affect to be her son. I agreed.

She liked to play out dissimilar phantasy scenes with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take away advantage of my power over her. In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would reconcile to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… until she caught me. In some I would rape her or pressure her into having sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually torture me until I became her sex slave. I would also make hypnotism and gift her news report ideas which she would love.

Our weird family relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting me. However she was starting to flirt with me more and Sir Thomas More at abode. Her clothes started to become sultrier, she would weary more war paint than she had before, she would use expensive perfumes, and such. She even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.

During this time my female parent would narrate her net son how her impulse dominated more and more of her thinking. How she lately started using a vibrator to help tame her fires. She also told me how jealous she was when I looked at other cleaning woman or went out on a engagement. I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't recount her son, since he might finger the same way ? She told me that she couldn't because of her religious upbringing, because she didn't want to deflower my lifetime, and because she would die if I rejected her.

Yet as metre passed she would get nastier and nasty describing what she wanted to do to me and her forbiddance 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 fancy become more than that but over fourth dimension she encouraged me to try to seduce her. She gave me suggestion and advice which I started to use on her. For example I started to bid her to go out with me to the movies 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 data processor and found some of my phonograph recording of conversations with her. She was shocked and afraid. For the succeeding few weeks she ignored me and I did not get laid why. She also stopped going to the internet. She also started going to church workaday. 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 mind together. She then started asking me questions about whether I really wanted to know my mom. She told me how this would ruin their convention mother son human relationship. How my mother as my lover would make Thomas More demands on me. How I would sense knowing my mother was a slut and a whore. Whether I could handle the sexual appetites of a horny erstwhile woman that would want her pussy sucked often, who would wanted her boobs licked difficult every night, who would exact I suck her asshole, and so forth. She asked me if I really wanted a mother that would want to possess him as her individual honey slave and would not require to share me with others. She asked me if I wanted a mother that always talked dirty to him and that made him bang her for hours. To all this and More I said yes. Then she told me that if I really felt this way I should leave me threshold partially unfold tonight and let my female parent catch me masturbating.

This made me wary but I did as she asked. Shortly after I started she walked into my elbow room in a teddy with nothing underneath. What I saw underneath aflame and had me trembling. `` Are you Momma's Boy '', she asked shyly. I nodded. `` Do you know how hot you have been making me '', she asked. `` Are you sure you want to become a female parent fucker ? '' I nodded. She then pulled my sail back and admired my hawkshaw. `` Oh baby its even with child an aphrodisiac than I ever hoped for '' she moaned. Her lip then engulfed it an licked it until I almost came but she stopped.

'' Not yet baby '', she said. starting time I want my baby boy to know his mommy. I want us to institutionalise our taboo first it can be like losing my cherry. I want our sin to marry us and bandage us together like wedding hymeneals. I want you to come in me the start fourth dimension before your fervidness can die down and you can change your mind. I want you to get it on me first so that you know I am your whore forever as you are my stud.

She then stuck my putz in her pussy and sat on me. `` Oh god my child's cock look so in force. Momma doesn't know how she ever lived without it. She then rode me laborious as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her. She then lowered her mouth to mine and kissed and sucked my mouth for an time of day while our script learned each others physical structure. She then made me suck and kiss her teat half the nighttime. She would rub my face in them, slap me with them, adopt me with them, and micturate me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our internet Old World chat. She finally rode me one more fourth dimension before we crashed into a trench sleep.

The next morning I awoke from what I thought was a wet dream only to find my mother sucking me cock. When she saw I was arouse she moved her pussy over my face until I clamped my face on it. We sucked each early to multiple sexual climax. Afterwards we lay in each others arm and she asked me if I was happy being a mother fucker and I told her I had never been so felicitous in my life. That was the low gear day of our lifetime joyful life of tabu .