Iamyourson
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- May 1, 2019
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Hello, I'm 18 (just barely) and love the idea of fucking my own mom. I want to meet a woman who would so sorry things with me as I call her mom.
We live together, I often walk around in just my boxers showing off my abs. You are a good conservative Christian woman. One day you're on a dating website, looking for mister right when I message you. Or profiles do not show or faces. I tell you that your body is gorgeous and we start a long lasting chat. You tell me that you can't date a boy my age and that it's wrong but you enjoy the attention. Eventual it gets sexual. You finally give in and all for my number. I give it to you and you begin punching it into your cell when you see that you already have the number saved, and it's your own son. You're shocked and horrified about the dirty things you said to me and you break all contact.
As time passes the sexual tension builds between us,as much as you try and deny it, and you begin having fantasies and sex dreams about me. You want more and go get a second phone with a new number. You text me in secret. I don't know the older woman is you. We sext regularly, sending escort photos of our bodies. You masturbate to videos of your son jerking off. And it's becoming unbearable to hold out as the tension grows at home.
You devise a plan... You have a work related trip you need to go on and invite me along. You book the hotel with only one bed. We road trip to your destination and when we arrive at the hotel you act like one bed was all they had available. I tell you I'll sleep on the floor and you tell me that it's fine if we share the large bed. That night you put on a sexy night gown, that of course you planned on wearing, I do my best to ignore how attractive you are and while we sleep you"accidentally" pt your leg over my cock.... I pretend to sleep as do you but I can't stop my erection. The tension is at an all time high.
The next day is your work get together thing and you ask me to go with you. We can both tell everyone thinks we're a couple but we don't do anything to change their minds. They tease you about being with a young boy and before I can correct them you interrupted telling them "it's fun, you should try it
" I am astonished but go along with it. I tell you that you're being naughty and you say so what 
. You can see that I check my phone every chance I get, knowing I'm hoping to hear back from my mystery woman. You go to the bathroom to text me on private. You tell me you want me so bad right now. I tell you my situation with my mother and you press telling me maybe my mother wants to fuck her son. I laugh it off and tell you I don't think so. You tell me that lots of mom's have supposed urges for their sons. This emboldens me.
That night we go back to the hotel and I want so badly to masturbate, but you're their. You ask me to unzip you and get you out of your dress. You slide it off and you're wearing the sexiest underwear.... You go to the bathroom and leave your phones , plural, out. I wonder why you have two phones and I open the one and see it's been you texting me all along...
We live together, I often walk around in just my boxers showing off my abs. You are a good conservative Christian woman. One day you're on a dating website, looking for mister right when I message you. Or profiles do not show or faces. I tell you that your body is gorgeous and we start a long lasting chat. You tell me that you can't date a boy my age and that it's wrong but you enjoy the attention. Eventual it gets sexual. You finally give in and all for my number. I give it to you and you begin punching it into your cell when you see that you already have the number saved, and it's your own son. You're shocked and horrified about the dirty things you said to me and you break all contact.
As time passes the sexual tension builds between us,as much as you try and deny it, and you begin having fantasies and sex dreams about me. You want more and go get a second phone with a new number. You text me in secret. I don't know the older woman is you. We sext regularly, sending escort photos of our bodies. You masturbate to videos of your son jerking off. And it's becoming unbearable to hold out as the tension grows at home.
You devise a plan... You have a work related trip you need to go on and invite me along. You book the hotel with only one bed. We road trip to your destination and when we arrive at the hotel you act like one bed was all they had available. I tell you I'll sleep on the floor and you tell me that it's fine if we share the large bed. That night you put on a sexy night gown, that of course you planned on wearing, I do my best to ignore how attractive you are and while we sleep you"accidentally" pt your leg over my cock.... I pretend to sleep as do you but I can't stop my erection. The tension is at an all time high.
The next day is your work get together thing and you ask me to go with you. We can both tell everyone thinks we're a couple but we don't do anything to change their minds. They tease you about being with a young boy and before I can correct them you interrupted telling them "it's fun, you should try it
" I am astonished but go along with it. I tell you that you're being naughty and you say so what . You can see that I check my phone every chance I get, knowing I'm hoping to hear back from my mystery woman. You go to the bathroom to text me on private. You tell me you want me so bad right now. I tell you my situation with my mother and you press telling me maybe my mother wants to fuck her son. I laugh it off and tell you I don't think so. You tell me that lots of mom's have supposed urges for their sons. This emboldens me.That night we go back to the hotel and I want so badly to masturbate, but you're their. You ask me to unzip you and get you out of your dress. You slide it off and you're wearing the sexiest underwear.... You go to the bathroom and leave your phones , plural, out. I wonder why you have two phones and I open the one and see it's been you texting me all along...
