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

She look a lot like topper's mother in the old display `` exit It to Beaver ''. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would believe she was the All American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexy woman. Underneath her Stoic veneer was a grandiloquent woman of 5'10 ''. She had naturally declamatory wide-cut breasts that could not be played down. She also had a wide-cut, slightly heavy, hour trash name. She also liked to put on a lot of constitution and perfume. I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her chest rub up against me while being lost in he vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of squash roses she always wore.

Since we only had each early, she began to depend on me Sir Thomas More 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 yell me a `` naughty boy '' ( with a sly smile ), 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 strapping articulation how `` her infant was getting to be such big man ''. However despite all of this she was still very conservativist and also spiritual. religious taboos were very substantial for her and she was very frightened by them.

Yet lease a lustful fair sex, like her, and hold her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… and it does something to them. One dark I happened to come into her way when she was in the lav and I noticed she was on a adult chat website under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own electronic computer in our own suite and separate phone lines for both of them. So I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the gens of mammy's Boy.

It wasn't backbreaking to strike up a conversation with her. It seems she was attracted to youthful men. I wasn't capable to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next duo of days and we got to know each other. Little by lilliputian I was able to get her into private conversations. piddling by lilliputian I even got her to talk about sex. One dark I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat situation. I guess she had grown to entrust 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 attracted to her son and she knew this was evil. So she would log on to try to find men to make her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the vernal one who reminded her of him.

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

She liked to play out different fantasy aspect with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would subject to incest magazines or to adult web site on the web… until she caught me. In some I would spoil her or blackjack her into having sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually torment me until I became her sex hard worker. I would also stimulate suggestions and hand her level ideas which she would love.

Our weird 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 home. Her clothes started to suit sultrier, she would wear upon 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 proposition from mommy's Boy.

During this fourth dimension my mother would tell her net son how her urges dominated more and more of her thinking. How she lately started using a vibrator to help moderate her fires. She also told me how jealous she was when I looked at former womanhood or went out on a date. 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 nurture, because she didn't want to ruin my life-time, and because she would die if I rejected her.

Yet as time passed she would get tight and nastier describing what she wanted to do to me and her prohibition 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 breath and advice which I started to use on her. For lesson I started to invite her to go out with me to the movies or dancing or out to eat. Finally one nighttime I said something that made her suspicious about who she had been chatting with.

When I was at school one day she logged on to my electronic computer and found some of my records of conversations with her. She was shocked and afraid. For the next few weeks she ignored me and I did not know why. She also stopped going to the cyberspace. She also started going to church workaday. 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 prison term off to get her head together. She then started asking me interrogation about whether I really wanted to have a go at it my mom. She told me how this would ruin their normal female parent son relationship. How my female parent as my buff would make more demand on me. How I would find knowing my mother was a fornicatress and a whore. Whether I could palm the sexual appetency of a horny older woman that would want her pussy sucked often, who would wanted her tit licked intemperate every night, who would involve I suck her asshole, and so onward. She asked me if I really wanted a female parent that would require to possess him as her common soldier love slave and would not want to share me with others. She asked me if I wanted a mother that always talked dirty to him and that made him fuck her for 60 minutes. To all this and Thomas More I said yes. Then she told me that if I really felt this way I should leave me door partially spread tonight and let my female parent catch me masturbating.

This made me untrusting but I did as she asked. Shortly after I started she walked into my way in a shift with zip underneath. What I saw underneath aflame and had me trembling. `` Are you mama'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 prick. `` Oh baby its even bigger an sexier than I ever hoped for '' she moaned. Her sassing then engulfed it an licked it until I almost came but she stopped.

'' Not yet sister '', she said. First I want my infant boy to fuck his mommy. I want us to commit our taboo first it can be like losing my cherry red. I want our sin to conjoin us and tie down us together like wedding wedding ceremony. I want you to come in me the start metre before your fires can die down and you can change your mind. I want you to get laid me first so that you know I am your fancy woman forever as you are my stud.

She then stuck my dick in her pussy and sat on me. `` Oh god my child's stopcock flavour so good. Momma doesn't know how she ever lived without it. She then rode me concentrated as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her. She then lowered her mouth to mine and kissed and sucked my oral fissure for an hr while our hands learned each others trunk. She then made me suck and kiss her tits half the night. She would rub my brass in them, slap me with them, embrace me with them, and make me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our cyberspace confabulation. She finally rode me one more time before we crashed into a trench sleep.

The next dayspring I awoke from what I thought was a wet aspiration only to find my mother sucking me turncock. When she saw I was wake up she moved her pussy over my human face until I clamped my facial expression on it. We sucked each former to multiple coming. Afterwards we lay in each others implements of war and she asked me if I was happy being a female parent fucker and I told her I had never been so felicitous in my living. That was the first of all day of our lives elated animation of taboo .