It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next couple of days and we got to know each other.
Little by little I was able to get her into private conversations. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site.
I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. She looked a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show "Leave It to Beaver".
We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them.So I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the name of Momma's Boy.In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… 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.She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and perfume.
I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in he vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses she always wore.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 younger ones who reminded her of him.She even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.During this time my mother would tell her Internet son how her urges dominated more and more of her thinking.She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.