Iamyourson
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- Joined
- May 1, 2019
- Posts
- 95
I'm a 19 yo white male, in good shape.
You're a conservative Christian woman who is sexually frustrated and on this site looking to fulfill your every desire. You meet me, a boy young enough to be your son. At first you never thought the idea of being pleased by someone like me would be a turn on but you find you like it. We chat and sext for a while before we decide to meet.
I send you my phone number and as you punch it into your phone you see you already have my number saved. It's me... Your own son. Shocked at first you can't believe the dirt things you've told me and the things I've said I want to do to you. You sent me dirty pictures and you've been cumming to images of your own son's cock.
For a while you don't message back but eventually you can't help it and miss the attention. You get a new phone with a new number and begin texting me in secret. You wear more and more revealing clothes around the house when were alone resting the waters. You watch with lust as I stare and smile at my phone texting this mystery woman, not knowing it's my own mother.
Days pass and you know it's wrong but the desire to commit incest grows. You fiddle with your cross necklace around your neck as your other hand texts me how badly you want my cocky.
Message me mom...I need you.
You're a conservative Christian woman who is sexually frustrated and on this site looking to fulfill your every desire. You meet me, a boy young enough to be your son. At first you never thought the idea of being pleased by someone like me would be a turn on but you find you like it. We chat and sext for a while before we decide to meet.
I send you my phone number and as you punch it into your phone you see you already have my number saved. It's me... Your own son. Shocked at first you can't believe the dirt things you've told me and the things I've said I want to do to you. You sent me dirty pictures and you've been cumming to images of your own son's cock.
For a while you don't message back but eventually you can't help it and miss the attention. You get a new phone with a new number and begin texting me in secret. You wear more and more revealing clothes around the house when were alone resting the waters. You watch with lust as I stare and smile at my phone texting this mystery woman, not knowing it's my own mother.
Days pass and you know it's wrong but the desire to commit incest grows. You fiddle with your cross necklace around your neck as your other hand texts me how badly you want my cocky.
Message me mom...I need you.
