Sex photos sent on chat lines
She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.
The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.
I would often ask her if she felt this way why she didn't tell her son, since he might feel the same way?
She told me that she couldn't because of her religious upbringing, because she didn't want to ruin my life, and because she would die if I rejected her.
She even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.
During this time my mother would tell her Internet son how her urges dominated more and more of her thinking.
I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. She looked a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show "Leave It to Beaver".
She told me that what first attracted her to me was my handle.
It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. I wasn't able to get far with her that night yet we agreed to me over the next couple of days and we got to know each other.
Little by little I was able to get her into private conversations. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site.
Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. She liked to play out different fantasy scenes with me.
In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her.