Iamyourson
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- May 1, 2019
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It's another Sunday. You're in your Sunday best, a dress that is modest enough but still shows your a woman. Your cross necklace placed just so between your breasts to attract attention. You call for me to, telling me it's time to go. I'm your son. Begrudgingly, I get up and we go to church.
As soon as we get home you go to your room to change into something more comfy. You undress aaand slip into some sort sweats and a t-shirt. You hop onto your phone and check your dating app, Christian mingle. Nothing but divorced men with kids have been chatting you up and you just don't think that you could take on more kids. But you see that there is a new message from a 19 yo. His profile does off pictures off his body but none of his face. At first you think, that's not very Christian looking. But you're intrigued. What does this younger not want with you? It's obvious really.
You message back "I have a son your age"
He replies. "That doesn't bother me at all. You're gorgeous."
You're flattered at the least. But you don't want to lead him on, and don't want to lose the attention on this boring afternoon.
"So what would a boy like you want with a women?"
"I just want to get to know you. Wee might get some great."
You roll your eyes. Over the next few hours you both chat and he keeps trying to turn the conversation sexual but you try and keep it from becoming sexting. He continues to try and flatter you.
Weeks go by and you're becoming more sexually restless and letting the conversation slide into the inappropriate.
Him: "I would love to take you out for dinner and let everyone think your just my mother. But then go home recreate the Mona Lisa between your legs using my tongue as the brush."
You can't help but imagine it... You're getting more desperate and comfortable with the conversation.
"I think my son might have a problem with that."
"Who knows, maybe he'd be happy for you."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he would. What about a hotel?"
"Just tell me the time and room."
You know he is serious but you're trying to act like you're joking. You decide to test him.
"The Hampton, 10pm."
"I hope you're not toying with me.'
"I can't toy with a boy toy?"
"Is that what I am?"
"I think it's all you could be."
"I'd like that. I'll be there at 10 hot momma."
You tell him not to really go. But he says he will be there, and it's up to you to show up or not.
Your mind races.... What to do... Sex is just waiting for you and you're the only one not letting it happen... And you've been doing of loneliness.
You decide you are going to be brash for once on your life. You put on your best lingerie and a sexy dress. But then put a jacket on over it all. You sneak to my door where I am just on my phone. You go to the front door and and yell it that you're going out and will be home late.
Now I know that you're really going, I wait for your message letting me know what room you will be in.
Pm me mother
As soon as we get home you go to your room to change into something more comfy. You undress aaand slip into some sort sweats and a t-shirt. You hop onto your phone and check your dating app, Christian mingle. Nothing but divorced men with kids have been chatting you up and you just don't think that you could take on more kids. But you see that there is a new message from a 19 yo. His profile does off pictures off his body but none of his face. At first you think, that's not very Christian looking. But you're intrigued. What does this younger not want with you? It's obvious really.
You message back "I have a son your age"
He replies. "That doesn't bother me at all. You're gorgeous."
You're flattered at the least. But you don't want to lead him on, and don't want to lose the attention on this boring afternoon.
"So what would a boy like you want with a women?"
"I just want to get to know you. Wee might get some great."
You roll your eyes. Over the next few hours you both chat and he keeps trying to turn the conversation sexual but you try and keep it from becoming sexting. He continues to try and flatter you.
Weeks go by and you're becoming more sexually restless and letting the conversation slide into the inappropriate.
Him: "I would love to take you out for dinner and let everyone think your just my mother. But then go home recreate the Mona Lisa between your legs using my tongue as the brush."
You can't help but imagine it... You're getting more desperate and comfortable with the conversation.
"I think my son might have a problem with that."
"Who knows, maybe he'd be happy for you."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he would. What about a hotel?"
"Just tell me the time and room."
You know he is serious but you're trying to act like you're joking. You decide to test him.
"The Hampton, 10pm."
"I hope you're not toying with me.'
"I can't toy with a boy toy?"
"Is that what I am?"
"I think it's all you could be."
"I'd like that. I'll be there at 10 hot momma."
You tell him not to really go. But he says he will be there, and it's up to you to show up or not.
Your mind races.... What to do... Sex is just waiting for you and you're the only one not letting it happen... And you've been doing of loneliness.
You decide you are going to be brash for once on your life. You put on your best lingerie and a sexy dress. But then put a jacket on over it all. You sneak to my door where I am just on my phone. You go to the front door and and yell it that you're going out and will be home late.
Now I know that you're really going, I wait for your message letting me know what room you will be in.
Pm me mother
