Iamyourson
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- May 1, 2019
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Youre an attractive middle age single woman with a teenage son. You go to church most Sundays and you have a full time job. Lately your boss has been hinting at sexual absence towards you and one guy at church constantly is asking you put. It's been getting on your nerves as you are not attracted to either of them so you lie one day saying you're seeing someone. To get them off your back.
You begin to worry they will start asking who this mystery man is so you decide to make an online dating profile, something you never thought you would want to do. You live in a smaller town and you don't want anyone to find you on there so none of your pictures show your face. After a few weeks with no messages you decide to stray from your more concervative pictures and post a couple sexy ones. You dress up a bit showing your cleavage and bra off a little. Still not showing your face you begin taking selfies in your full length mirror in your room while your son is still just in the other room. As you begin posting them to your profile you feel a bit excited at doing something a little naughty.
Within hours you begin receiving messages from me saying very sexual things. It disgusts you but you notice that your really enjoying the attention. You can't believe it but some of the men messaging you, are people you know in real life that you know you can't message back. Then.... You get a message from a younger boy telling you how beautiful you are. Being nice you reply saying thank you but that you're old enough to be good mother and you laugh it off. His pictures also do not show his face but they do show his rock hard body and you feel tempted. So.... You keep the conversation going as you enjoy the attention of a hot young stud.
Over the course of several days the conversation is still going and keeping you interested. The boy behind to turn the conversation sexual, telling you all the things that he would love to do to you and how he would treat you like a queen. You tell him that he can't handle a woman like yourself but he isn't backing down. You both begin sexting back and forth and he then gives you his number. At first you think you won't take it any further but you decide to save it in your phone anyway. As you begin inputting the number and to your horror you see you already have the number saved... It's me, your son.
You stop messaging feeling terrible about the sexual things you told your son. But as the days pass you begin feeling the sexual tension at home with your son. You also begin having sexual dreams of your son. But you are scared your son will also be trying to meet other older women, so you decide to get a new phone and number that I don't know so that you can keep my attention by texting your son and hoping he doesn't lol to meet with another woman.
Weeks pass as you tell yourself that this is just to keep me safe but deep down you know you enjoy sexting your own son and all the dirty pictures I send you. Things escalate as you enjoy texting your son with him in the room, saying dirty thing's and watching me smile as I reply not knowing it's you.
. I'm all but begging to meet you in person and you know it's now or never.
If you'd like to be this woman and have me as your son. Pm me mom
You begin to worry they will start asking who this mystery man is so you decide to make an online dating profile, something you never thought you would want to do. You live in a smaller town and you don't want anyone to find you on there so none of your pictures show your face. After a few weeks with no messages you decide to stray from your more concervative pictures and post a couple sexy ones. You dress up a bit showing your cleavage and bra off a little. Still not showing your face you begin taking selfies in your full length mirror in your room while your son is still just in the other room. As you begin posting them to your profile you feel a bit excited at doing something a little naughty.
Within hours you begin receiving messages from me saying very sexual things. It disgusts you but you notice that your really enjoying the attention. You can't believe it but some of the men messaging you, are people you know in real life that you know you can't message back. Then.... You get a message from a younger boy telling you how beautiful you are. Being nice you reply saying thank you but that you're old enough to be good mother and you laugh it off. His pictures also do not show his face but they do show his rock hard body and you feel tempted. So.... You keep the conversation going as you enjoy the attention of a hot young stud.
Over the course of several days the conversation is still going and keeping you interested. The boy behind to turn the conversation sexual, telling you all the things that he would love to do to you and how he would treat you like a queen. You tell him that he can't handle a woman like yourself but he isn't backing down. You both begin sexting back and forth and he then gives you his number. At first you think you won't take it any further but you decide to save it in your phone anyway. As you begin inputting the number and to your horror you see you already have the number saved... It's me, your son.
You stop messaging feeling terrible about the sexual things you told your son. But as the days pass you begin feeling the sexual tension at home with your son. You also begin having sexual dreams of your son. But you are scared your son will also be trying to meet other older women, so you decide to get a new phone and number that I don't know so that you can keep my attention by texting your son and hoping he doesn't lol to meet with another woman.
Weeks pass as you tell yourself that this is just to keep me safe but deep down you know you enjoy sexting your own son and all the dirty pictures I send you. Things escalate as you enjoy texting your son with him in the room, saying dirty thing's and watching me smile as I reply not knowing it's you.
. I'm all but begging to meet you in person and you know it's now or never.
If you'd like to be this woman and have me as your son. Pm me mom
