I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. I don't know how it started except that one night I had wet aspiration 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 paper. Because of him she soured on men for many years…. except for me.

She look a lot like silk hat's mother in the old display `` result It to castor ''. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would remember she was the All American language Mom. Yet she was also a very aphrodisiac womanhood. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall adult female of 5'10 ''. She had naturally big full breasts that could not be played down. She also had a full, slightly heavy, hour spyglass physique. She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and perfume. I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her tit rub up against me while being lost in he vapor of her musk commix with the olfactory property of crushed blush wine she always wore.

Since we only had each other, she began to reckon on me to a greater extent and more to be the man of the house. Without realizing it, she started to eventually tease me. When I wanted to snuggle in her breasts, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a `` naughty boy '' ( with a sly smile ), for illustration. When I would do something nice for her she would say thing like `` how she wished she had a man like me ''. When she see me in my swim shorts she would say in a beefy phonation how `` her baby was getting to be such big man ''. However despite all of this she was still very conservative and also spiritual. Religious tabu were very very for her and she was very frightened by them.

Yet need a concupiscent womanhood, like her, and hold on her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… and it does something to them. One nighttime I happened to come in into her room when she was in the bathroom and I noticed she was on a grownup chat internet site under the name, Hot mummy. We both had our own computers in our own elbow room and part phone argument for both of them. So I went back to my room and logged on to the Lapplander place under the epithet of mom's Boy.

It wasn't severe to take up up a conversation with her. It seems she was attracted to young men. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next couple of solar day and we got to know each early. petty by little I was able to get her into private conversations. Little by little I even got her to talk about sex. One night I asked her why she liked unseasoned hombre on the Old World chat 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 handle. She told me how she had been starting to become sexually draw to her son and she knew this was evil. So she would log on to try to find men to clear her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the immature ones who reminded her of him.

She realized this was becoming an fixation yet she could not help oneself herself. The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot. She could not even relish masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy. The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would venture to be her son. I agreed.

She liked to run out different fantasy scenes with me. In one I would hypnotize her as section of a school project and then take advantage of my mogul over her. In one I would compose a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites 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 striver. I would also make suggestions and collapse her story 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 more at family. Her dress started to become sultrier, she would wear down more makeup than she had before, she would use expensive essence, and such. She even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.

During this time my mother would tell apart her internet son how her itch dominated more and more of her thought process. How she lately started using a vibrator to avail naturalize her fires. She also told me how jealous she was when I looked at early women or went out on a day of the month. I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't tell her son, since he might feel the same way ? She told me that she couldn't because of her religious upbringing, because she didn't want to break my life-time, and because she would die if I rejected her.

Yet as time passed she would get nastier and nastier describing what she wanted to do to me and her inhibitions 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 hints and advice which I started to use on her. For model I started to tempt her to go out with me to the film 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 shoal one day she logged on to my computing device and found some of my records of conversations with her. She was shocked and afraid. For the next few week she ignored me and I did not have sex why. She also stopped going to the net. She also started going to church everyday. Yet one day things changed when I found her on the internet again.

I asked her where she had been and she told me she had taken some clip off to get her head together. She then started asking me questions about whether I really wanted to sleep with my mom. She told me how this would ruin their normal mother son family relationship. How my mother as my lover would gain more requirement on me. How I would find knowing my mother was a slut and a whore. Whether I could handle the sexual appetence of a horny older woman that would want her pussy sucked often, who would wanted her bosom licked arduous every night, who would demand I suck her shit, and so forth. She asked me if I really wanted a mother that would want to possess him as her private honey slave and would not require to parcel me with others. She asked me if I wanted a mother that always talked dirty 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 entrance me masturbating.

This made me shady but I did as she asked. Shortly after I started she walked into my room in a teddy with zip 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 sheets back and admired my pecker. `` Oh baby its even bigger an sexier 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. number one I want my baby boy to fuck his mommy. I want us to commit our taboo first it can be like losing my cherry tree. I want our sin to hook up with us and bind us together like wedding wedding. I want you to fare in me the low gear time before your fires can die down and you can interchange your mind. I want you to fuck me first so that you know I am your cocotte forever as you are my stud.

She then stuck my rooster in her pussy and sat on me. `` Oh god my infant's cock flavour so good. mammy doesn't have it away how she ever lived without it. She then rode me hard as she quickly came two multiplication before I exploded in her. She then lowered her mouth to mine and kissed and sucked my sassing for an hour while our mitt learned each others consistence. She then made me wet-nurse and kiss her titty half the Nox. She would rub my boldness in them, slap me with them, sweep up me with them, and hit me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our internet chats. She finally rode me one more than clock time before we crashed into a deep sleep.

The next morning I awoke from what I thought was a wet pipe dream only to get hold my female parent sucking me cock. When she saw I was arouse she moved her pussy over my cheek until I clamped my face on it. We sucked each early to multiple orgasms. Afterwards we lay in each others coat of arms and she asked me if I was happy being a mother fucker and I told her I had never been so happy in my aliveness. That was the showtime day of our lives jubilant life of taboo .