Iamyourson
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- May 1, 2019
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Hello, I have a Mommy fetish. I would love to eventually meet and pretend to be mother and son, even in public and let the sexual tendon build over time. Both of us knowing it's wrong and can't happen because your my mom.
We meet (as strangers) on an online personals or dating site. Both of our profile don't show our faces, only our bodies. We begin chatting innocently not knowing were mother and son. Things get sexy and after days I finally give you my phone number. Excitedly you start entering it in your phone only to see it's already in there... It's me your son. You are scared and mortified over all the sexual things we said to each other. You're s good Christian woman who would never let this happen knowingly. You're in your room on your phone and I'm in my room eagerly anticipating your texts... The texts from a "strange' woman who is my mother's age.
You try and forget as the days pass. But you begin having sex dreams of us and your every waking our becomes a battle to not think of me, your son, sexually. Eventually you give in and get another phone and number and begin texting me... Pretending to be a stranger. We sext and send pictures. Now my pictures I send you have my face on them. You know we both are sexting and I'm in my room masterbating to you.
The longer this goes on, the more you want the real thing. Now you must find a way to make it happen.
Pm me mom.
We meet (as strangers) on an online personals or dating site. Both of our profile don't show our faces, only our bodies. We begin chatting innocently not knowing were mother and son. Things get sexy and after days I finally give you my phone number. Excitedly you start entering it in your phone only to see it's already in there... It's me your son. You are scared and mortified over all the sexual things we said to each other. You're s good Christian woman who would never let this happen knowingly. You're in your room on your phone and I'm in my room eagerly anticipating your texts... The texts from a "strange' woman who is my mother's age.
You try and forget as the days pass. But you begin having sex dreams of us and your every waking our becomes a battle to not think of me, your son, sexually. Eventually you give in and get another phone and number and begin texting me... Pretending to be a stranger. We sext and send pictures. Now my pictures I send you have my face on them. You know we both are sexting and I'm in my room masterbating to you.
The longer this goes on, the more you want the real thing. Now you must find a way to make it happen.
Pm me mom.
