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.Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.
She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.I would also make suggestions and give her story ideas, which she would love.Our weird relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting 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 example.
When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me".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".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. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10".She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.She also had a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure.However she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home.