Me Mom & Internet Fantasies
I have been fantasizing about my mother since the age of twelve. I don't know how it all started, but I think it was when I was 4 or 5 and she would let me put her high heeled pumps on her when going out. Since then I had a wet dreams about her wearing high heels and ever since then, she was all I sexually fantasized about (even though I had no idea of sex, just wanted her to rub her heels on my cock, because I loved the feeling when I used my stuffed bear as my masturbation item).. She has been divorced since I was 10. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. Because of him she soured on men for many years. That is except for me.
She looks a lot like the "Beaver's" icon mom June Cleaver in the old TV show "Leave It to Beaver". My mom is 56, always dresses conservatively, and acts prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All-American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexual woman. Underneath her stoic veneer was a statuesque woman of 5'8"., a lot higher in 5-inch heels. She has naturally large full 38DD breasts that could not be played down. She also has a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure. She likes to put on a lot of makeup to include red glossy lipstick and perfume. I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in the vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses perfume, she liked to wear. She also liked to wear high-heeled pumps to match each outfit, they were not the low 2inch heels but rather the sexy 5-inch stiletto type. I know that this heavily contributed to my sexual fantasies of her. I loved the way she would walk, sit and cross her legs or playfully dangle a spike heel. She wore them every day and everyday I'd get a raging hard on, I think she enjoyed watching me and making me discomfort.
Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more every day o be the man of the house. Without her realizing it, she started to eventually begin to tease me sexually. I wanted to snuggle in her breasts and when we hugged, she would pull me away and call me her "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 saw me in my swim shorts, she would say in a husky voice how "her baby was getting to be such a big sexy man". However, despite all of this mom was still very conservative and proper. To take a lusty woman, like her and keep her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years... it starts to take on her hormones. I was eighteen at the time when one night I happened to come into her room when she was in the bathroom. I noticed she was on an adult chat site under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both. So, I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the name of Mommy's Boy.
It wasn't long before she returned, and I started to strike up a conversation with her. It seems she was very attracted to younger men. I wasn't able to get very far with her that first night, but we agreed to meet again the next night and get to know each other better. Little by little I was able to get her into private sexual conversations. Taking my time and being very patient, I even got her to talk about her sexual fantasies. One night I got really bold and asked her why she liked to chat with younger guys. I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her own 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 against all the things that she had been taught. So, she would log on to try to find young guys to help make her forget about him, but she would always seem to gravitate only to the younger ones who reminded her of him. She realized this was becoming an obsession, yet she could not help herself. The thought of fucking her own son made her hot and wet. She would spend many hours alone and masturbate indulging herself in this deep fantasy. The thought of her son pumping his hard cock into her hot pussy made her hornier than anything else. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son and of course I readily agreed. She liked to role play different fantasy scenarios with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In another I would write a lot of mother son fantasies that I would submit to i****t magazines or to adult sites on the web, until she would catch me. In one I would blackmail her into having hot wild sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually tease me until I became her willing sex slave. I would also make suggestions and give her fantasy ideas, which seemed to fuel her dark forbidden fantasies. I would tell her how much spike high-heeled pumps, black nylon stockings and glossy red lipstick would make me go crazy with lust. How it would really excite me to be masturbated by her as she rubbed me with her high heels or nylon stockings on my rock-hard cock.
Our forbidden fantasy relationship developed very intensely over the many months of role playing and exchanging our sexual fantasies. She never suspected that it was her own son that she was chatting with. However, in real life she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home. Her wardrobe started to change and become sexier, tighter and more revealing. She was now in the daily habit of wearing black nylon stockings with her 5inch spike high-heeled pumps. It was quite the sexual site. She was also wearing heavier makeup and glossy wet red lipstick, and would use very expensive perfumes, and such. She even started to teach me ballroom dancing, which was inspired by a suggestion from Mommy's Boy. When we danced, she would very deliberately rub her 38DD breasts against me and rub her nyloned legs up and down my leg.
During these times my mother would tell her Internet Son how her sexual urges were dominating more and more of her daily thinking. She also told me that lately she started using a vibrator to help curb her increasingly sexual desires. She told me how jealous she would get when her son looked at other women or went out on a date. I would often ask her if she felt this way why she just didn't tell her son and see if he felt the same way? She told me that she couldn't because of the risk of being rejected and because she didn't want to ruin his life.
Yet as time passed, she would get nastier and nastier describing to me what she wanted to do to her son. We cybered nightly on the computer as she acted out what she wanted to do. She told me how she wanted to cover her son's cock with one of her black nylon stockings and suck him until he came. She then wanted to have him fuck her wearing the nylon stocking as a condom, then when it was soaking wet with their combined cum, slide it onto her leg and have him watch her masturbate until she came again. She also told me how exciting it would be to masturbate her son with her spike high-heeled pumps and watch him shoot cum into her shoes which she would then slip on and walk around the house with his cum covering her nyloned feet inside her shoes. These were fantasies that I told her would really get me hard and excited and shooting cum in no time at all. I also jacked-off as we chatted and told her that she made me cum hard and often, her response was that she got off too chatting with me. I was so hot one night as she got me excited thinking about this type of sexual activity that I was cumming as we chatted and told her so again. She was also overly excited that night by the fact that I eventually told her that I too wanted to also fuck my own mother and have her do all the things we talked about. Initially she told me not to let a fantasy become more than that, but over time she started to encourage me to try to seduce her. She gave me helpful hints and advice, which I started to use on her in real life. For example, I started to invite her to go out with me to the movies or dancing or out to eat. One night I think I had said something that made her suspicious about who she had really been chatting with.I hope I was not found out, at least not yet.
One day while I was at school she logged onto my computer and found some of my saved conversations with her. She was totally shocked and at the same time very turned on. For the next few weeks, she ignored me and I did not know why. She also stopped logging onto the Internet. One day as I was logging onto the chat site, I found her on the Internet again. I asked her where she had been and why she had not logged on for a long time. She told me that she had taken some time off to get her head together and try to make sense of her sexual obsession for her son. She then started asking me personal questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my own mother. She told me how this could ruin their normal mother-son relationship. How my mother as my lover would make more demands on me. How would I feel knowing my mother would be my slut and personal whore? Whether I could handle the sexual appetites of a horny older woman that would constantly want her pussy eaten and would want her breasts played with every night.
A Mother who would demand her son cum in her glossy red mouth, her pussy, on her breasts, soak her nylon stockings and shoot his hot cum into her spiked high-heeled pumps for her to wear. She asked me if I really wanted a mother who would act as a wanton whore and to sexually indulge in all these activities and fantasies. A mother who would not want to sexually share her son with another women. She asked me if I wanted a mother that wanted to talk dirty to him and that wanted him to fuck her for hours. To all this and more I said an enthusiastic yes. She told me that if I really felt this way, I should leave my door partially open tonight and let my mother catch me masturbating with one of her nylon stockings.
This made me more than a bit suspicious, but I did as she asked. I went into the bathroom when we signed off and investigated the hamper for one of her worn black nylon stockings. I went back to my room and with the door partially opened, rolled her nylon stocking down my cock as I had done so many times before. Shortly after I started jerking off, she walked into my room wearing nothing but black nylon stockings, black suede 5inch spike high-heeled shoes, glossy red lipstick and nothing else. What I saw standing before me had me trembling. "Are you Mommy'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 mother-fucker and make your mother your slut and whore?" I nodded. She then sat down on the bed next to me and admired my throbbing nylon covered rock hard cock. "Oh, baby its even bigger and sexier than I ever hoped for" she moaned. Her glossy red mouth then engulfed my nyloned covered cock and sucked me up and down until I almost came, but she stopped.
"Not yet baby," she said. First, I want my nasty boy to fuck his mommy. I want us to commit our hottest sexual taboo first, it can be like losing my cherry. I want our mother-son fucking to bind us and make us lovers together forever. I want you to shoot your hot cum in me before your desires for me can die down and you change your mind. I want you to fuck me hard and deep first so that you know I am your fantasy whore forever as you are my stud.
She then rose on my bed, towering over me with her spike high-heeled pumps on each side of me. My nylon covered swollen cock was standing straight up as she lowered herself and her wet dripping pussy down over my cock and I slowly entered her, inch by inch she engulfed my swollen nylon covered cock with her wet pussy. "Oh god my baby's nylon covered cock feels so good in my hot pussy. Mommy doesn't know how she could have ever lived without it. She then proceeded to ride me hard as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her.
She got off my cock and with a new desire lowered her mouth to mine we deeply French kissed while our hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Mom then slowly and expertly removed one of her black nylon stockings, removing a spike high heel when the nylon got to her ankle. She removed the wet cum stained nylon stocking off my cock and slowly slipped it onto her bare leg. The black nylon stocking was glistening with our combined mom-son cum. She rubbed her hands up and down the cum stained stocking. Then as she said in her fantasy started to masturbate her pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine as she put on a show for me, faster and faster she rubbed her pussy, her fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet hole. She then with one final thrust of her fingers threw her head back and climaxed. It was intense and her whole body shuttered and convulsed at the intensity of her orgasm.
When she came back down to earth and opened her eyes, she climbed back onto the bed over my face and made me suck and kiss her breasts, her wet pussy rubbing up and down my chest. She rubbed my face in her 38DD’s, slapping me with them, embraced me with them, and made me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our Internet chats. She rode my cock one more time before we crashed into a deep sleep. I wanted to eat her pussy, but she said that could wait until morning as she was totally and completely drained.
The next morning, I awoke from what I thought was a wet dream only to find my mother sucking my cock. She was using her spike heels to massage my cock and my balls, just the way I had described to her over the Internet. When she saw I was awake she moved her pussy over my face until I clamped my mouth on it. We sucked each other to multiple orgasms. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms, and she asked me if I was happy being a motherfucker and I told her I had never been so happy in my life. That was the first day of our joyful life of mother-son taboo.
She looks a lot like the "Beaver's" icon mom June Cleaver in the old TV show "Leave It to Beaver". My mom is 56, always dresses conservatively, and acts prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All-American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexual woman. Underneath her stoic veneer was a statuesque woman of 5'8"., a lot higher in 5-inch heels. She has naturally large full 38DD breasts that could not be played down. She also has a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure. She likes to put on a lot of makeup to include red glossy lipstick and perfume. I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in the vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses perfume, she liked to wear. She also liked to wear high-heeled pumps to match each outfit, they were not the low 2inch heels but rather the sexy 5-inch stiletto type. I know that this heavily contributed to my sexual fantasies of her. I loved the way she would walk, sit and cross her legs or playfully dangle a spike heel. She wore them every day and everyday I'd get a raging hard on, I think she enjoyed watching me and making me discomfort.
Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more every day o be the man of the house. Without her realizing it, she started to eventually begin to tease me sexually. I wanted to snuggle in her breasts and when we hugged, she would pull me away and call me her "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 saw me in my swim shorts, she would say in a husky voice how "her baby was getting to be such a big sexy man". However, despite all of this mom was still very conservative and proper. To take a lusty woman, like her and keep her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years... it starts to take on her hormones. I was eighteen at the time when one night I happened to come into her room when she was in the bathroom. I noticed she was on an adult chat site under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both. So, I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the name of Mommy's Boy.
It wasn't long before she returned, and I started to strike up a conversation with her. It seems she was very attracted to younger men. I wasn't able to get very far with her that first night, but we agreed to meet again the next night and get to know each other better. Little by little I was able to get her into private sexual conversations. Taking my time and being very patient, I even got her to talk about her sexual fantasies. One night I got really bold and asked her why she liked to chat with younger guys. I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her own 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 against all the things that she had been taught. So, she would log on to try to find young guys to help make her forget about him, but she would always seem to gravitate only to the younger ones who reminded her of him. She realized this was becoming an obsession, yet she could not help herself. The thought of fucking her own son made her hot and wet. She would spend many hours alone and masturbate indulging herself in this deep fantasy. The thought of her son pumping his hard cock into her hot pussy made her hornier than anything else. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son and of course I readily agreed. She liked to role play different fantasy scenarios with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In another I would write a lot of mother son fantasies that I would submit to i****t magazines or to adult sites on the web, until she would catch me. In one I would blackmail her into having hot wild sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually tease me until I became her willing sex slave. I would also make suggestions and give her fantasy ideas, which seemed to fuel her dark forbidden fantasies. I would tell her how much spike high-heeled pumps, black nylon stockings and glossy red lipstick would make me go crazy with lust. How it would really excite me to be masturbated by her as she rubbed me with her high heels or nylon stockings on my rock-hard cock.
Our forbidden fantasy relationship developed very intensely over the many months of role playing and exchanging our sexual fantasies. She never suspected that it was her own son that she was chatting with. However, in real life she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home. Her wardrobe started to change and become sexier, tighter and more revealing. She was now in the daily habit of wearing black nylon stockings with her 5inch spike high-heeled pumps. It was quite the sexual site. She was also wearing heavier makeup and glossy wet red lipstick, and would use very expensive perfumes, and such. She even started to teach me ballroom dancing, which was inspired by a suggestion from Mommy's Boy. When we danced, she would very deliberately rub her 38DD breasts against me and rub her nyloned legs up and down my leg.
During these times my mother would tell her Internet Son how her sexual urges were dominating more and more of her daily thinking. She also told me that lately she started using a vibrator to help curb her increasingly sexual desires. She told me how jealous she would get when her son looked at other women or went out on a date. I would often ask her if she felt this way why she just didn't tell her son and see if he felt the same way? She told me that she couldn't because of the risk of being rejected and because she didn't want to ruin his life.
Yet as time passed, she would get nastier and nastier describing to me what she wanted to do to her son. We cybered nightly on the computer as she acted out what she wanted to do. She told me how she wanted to cover her son's cock with one of her black nylon stockings and suck him until he came. She then wanted to have him fuck her wearing the nylon stocking as a condom, then when it was soaking wet with their combined cum, slide it onto her leg and have him watch her masturbate until she came again. She also told me how exciting it would be to masturbate her son with her spike high-heeled pumps and watch him shoot cum into her shoes which she would then slip on and walk around the house with his cum covering her nyloned feet inside her shoes. These were fantasies that I told her would really get me hard and excited and shooting cum in no time at all. I also jacked-off as we chatted and told her that she made me cum hard and often, her response was that she got off too chatting with me. I was so hot one night as she got me excited thinking about this type of sexual activity that I was cumming as we chatted and told her so again. She was also overly excited that night by the fact that I eventually told her that I too wanted to also fuck my own mother and have her do all the things we talked about. Initially she told me not to let a fantasy become more than that, but over time she started to encourage me to try to seduce her. She gave me helpful hints and advice, which I started to use on her in real life. For example, I started to invite her to go out with me to the movies or dancing or out to eat. One night I think I had said something that made her suspicious about who she had really been chatting with.I hope I was not found out, at least not yet.
One day while I was at school she logged onto my computer and found some of my saved conversations with her. She was totally shocked and at the same time very turned on. For the next few weeks, she ignored me and I did not know why. She also stopped logging onto the Internet. One day as I was logging onto the chat site, I found her on the Internet again. I asked her where she had been and why she had not logged on for a long time. She told me that she had taken some time off to get her head together and try to make sense of her sexual obsession for her son. She then started asking me personal questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my own mother. She told me how this could ruin their normal mother-son relationship. How my mother as my lover would make more demands on me. How would I feel knowing my mother would be my slut and personal whore? Whether I could handle the sexual appetites of a horny older woman that would constantly want her pussy eaten and would want her breasts played with every night.
A Mother who would demand her son cum in her glossy red mouth, her pussy, on her breasts, soak her nylon stockings and shoot his hot cum into her spiked high-heeled pumps for her to wear. She asked me if I really wanted a mother who would act as a wanton whore and to sexually indulge in all these activities and fantasies. A mother who would not want to sexually share her son with another women. She asked me if I wanted a mother that wanted to talk dirty to him and that wanted him to fuck her for hours. To all this and more I said an enthusiastic yes. She told me that if I really felt this way, I should leave my door partially open tonight and let my mother catch me masturbating with one of her nylon stockings.
This made me more than a bit suspicious, but I did as she asked. I went into the bathroom when we signed off and investigated the hamper for one of her worn black nylon stockings. I went back to my room and with the door partially opened, rolled her nylon stocking down my cock as I had done so many times before. Shortly after I started jerking off, she walked into my room wearing nothing but black nylon stockings, black suede 5inch spike high-heeled shoes, glossy red lipstick and nothing else. What I saw standing before me had me trembling. "Are you Mommy'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 mother-fucker and make your mother your slut and whore?" I nodded. She then sat down on the bed next to me and admired my throbbing nylon covered rock hard cock. "Oh, baby its even bigger and sexier than I ever hoped for" she moaned. Her glossy red mouth then engulfed my nyloned covered cock and sucked me up and down until I almost came, but she stopped.
"Not yet baby," she said. First, I want my nasty boy to fuck his mommy. I want us to commit our hottest sexual taboo first, it can be like losing my cherry. I want our mother-son fucking to bind us and make us lovers together forever. I want you to shoot your hot cum in me before your desires for me can die down and you change your mind. I want you to fuck me hard and deep first so that you know I am your fantasy whore forever as you are my stud.
She then rose on my bed, towering over me with her spike high-heeled pumps on each side of me. My nylon covered swollen cock was standing straight up as she lowered herself and her wet dripping pussy down over my cock and I slowly entered her, inch by inch she engulfed my swollen nylon covered cock with her wet pussy. "Oh god my baby's nylon covered cock feels so good in my hot pussy. Mommy doesn't know how she could have ever lived without it. She then proceeded to ride me hard as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her.
She got off my cock and with a new desire lowered her mouth to mine we deeply French kissed while our hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Mom then slowly and expertly removed one of her black nylon stockings, removing a spike high heel when the nylon got to her ankle. She removed the wet cum stained nylon stocking off my cock and slowly slipped it onto her bare leg. The black nylon stocking was glistening with our combined mom-son cum. She rubbed her hands up and down the cum stained stocking. Then as she said in her fantasy started to masturbate her pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine as she put on a show for me, faster and faster she rubbed her pussy, her fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet hole. She then with one final thrust of her fingers threw her head back and climaxed. It was intense and her whole body shuttered and convulsed at the intensity of her orgasm.
When she came back down to earth and opened her eyes, she climbed back onto the bed over my face and made me suck and kiss her breasts, her wet pussy rubbing up and down my chest. She rubbed my face in her 38DD’s, slapping me with them, embraced me with them, and made me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our Internet chats. She rode my cock one more time before we crashed into a deep sleep. I wanted to eat her pussy, but she said that could wait until morning as she was totally and completely drained.
The next morning, I awoke from what I thought was a wet dream only to find my mother sucking my cock. She was using her spike heels to massage my cock and my balls, just the way I had described to her over the Internet. When she saw I was awake she moved her pussy over my face until I clamped my mouth on it. We sucked each other to multiple orgasms. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms, and she asked me if I was happy being a motherfucker and I told her I had never been so happy in my life. That was the first day of our joyful life of mother-son taboo.
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