I have fantasized about my mother since I was twelve. I don't know how it started except that one night I had wet dream about her and since then she was all I wanted. She was divorced since I was 10. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. Because of him she soured on men for many years. That is except for me.
She looked a lot like Beaver's mother in the old show "Leave It to Beaver". She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. I was 18. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Yet she was also a very sexy woman. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10". She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down. She also had a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure. She also liked to put on a lot of makeup and perfume. I liked nothing more than being hugged by her and feeling her breasts rub up against me while being lost in he vapors of her musk mixed with the scent of crushed roses she always wore.
Since we only had each other, she began to depend on me more and more to be the man of the house. Without realizing it, she started to eventually tease me. When I wanted to snuggle in her breasts, when we hugged, she would pull me away can call me a "naughty boy" (with a sly smile), for example. When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me". When she see me in my swim shorts she would say in a husky voice how "her baby was getting to be such big man". However despite all of this she was still very conservative and also religious. Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.
Yet take a lusty woman, like her, and keep her away from all men but one, me, for almost six years… and it does something to them. One night I happened to come into her room when she was in the bathroom and I noticed she was on a adult chat site under the name, Hot Mama. We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them. So I went back to my room and logged on to the same place under the name of Momma's Boy.
It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. It seems she was attracted to younger men. 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. Little by little I even got her to talk about sex. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site. I guess she had grown to trust me because she told me they reminded her of her son. She told me that what first attracted her to me was my handle. She told me how she had been starting to become sexually attracted to her son and she knew this was evil. So she would log on to try to find men to make her forget about him yet she would gravitate only to the younger ones who reminded her of him.
She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself. The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot. She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy. The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. I agreed.
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. In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… until she caught me. In some I would rape her or blackmail her into having sex. In some she would tie me up and sexually torture me until I became her sex slave. I would also make suggestions and give her story ideas, which she would love.
Our weird relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting me. However she was starting to flirt with me more and more at home. Her clothes started to become sultrier, she would wear more makeup than she had before, she would use expensive perfumes, and such. 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. How she lately started using a vibrator to help tame her fires. She also told me how jealous she was when I looked at other women or went out on a date. 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.
Yet as time passed she would get nastier and nastier describing what she wanted to do to me and her inhibitions were soothed by me. She was also particularly excited by the fact that I eventually told her that I wanted to fuck my own mother. Initially she told me not to let a fantasy become more than that but over time she encouraged me to try to seduce her. She gave me hints and advice, which I started to use on her. For example I started to invite her to go out with me to the movies or dancing or out to eat. Finally one night I said something that made her suspicious about who she had been chatting with.
When I was at school one day she logged on to my computer and found some of my records of conversations with her. She was shocked and afraid. For the next few weeks she ignored me and I did not know why. She also stopped going to the Internet. She also started going to church everyday. Yet one-day things changed when I found her on the Internet again.
I asked her where she had been and she told me she had taken some time off to get her head together. She then started asking me questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my mom. She told me how this would ruin their normal mother son relationship. How my mother as my lover would make more demands on me. How I would feel knowing my mother was a slut and a whore. Whether I could handle the sexual appetites of a horny older woman that would want her pussy sucked often, who would wanted her boobs licked hard every night, who would demand I suck her asshole, and so forth. She asked me if I really wanted a mother that would want to possess him as her private love slave and would not want to share me with others. She asked me if I wanted a mother that always talked dirty to him and that made him fuck her for hours. To all this and more I said yes. Then she told me that if I really felt this way I should leave me door partially open tonight and let my mother catch me masturbating.
This made me suspicious but I did as she asked. Shortly after I started she walked into my room in a teddy with nothing underneath. What I saw underneath aflame and had me trembling. "Are you Momma’s Boy?" she asked shyly.
I nodded. "Do you know how hot you have been making me," she asked. "Are you sure you want to become a mother fucker?" I nodded. She then pulled my sheets back and admired my dick. "Oh baby its even bigger an sexier than I ever hoped for" she moaned. Her mouth then engulfed it an licked it until I almost came but she stopped.
"Not yet baby," she said. First I want my baby boy to fuck his mommy. I want us to commit our taboo first it can be like losing my cherry. I want our sin to marry us and bind us together like wedding nuptials. I want you to come in me the first time before your fires can die down and you can change your mind. I want you to fuck me first so that you know I am your whore forever as you are my stud.
She then stuck my cock in her pussy and sat on me. "Oh god my baby's cock feels so good. Momma doesn't know how she ever lived without it. She then rode me hard as she quickly came two times before I exploded in her. She then lowered her mouth to mine and kissed and sucked my mouth for an hour while our hands learned each other’s bodies. She then made me suck and kiss her tits half the night. She would rub my face in them, slap me with them, embrace me with them, and make me do everything she told me she had wanted done to them in our Internet chats. She finally rode me one more time before we crashed into a deep sleep.
The next morning I awoke from what I thought was a wet dream only to find my mother sucking me cock. When she saw I was awake she moved her pussy over my face until I clamped my face on it. We sucked each other to multiple orgasms. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms and she asked me if I was happy being a motherfucker and I told her I had never been so happy in my life. That was the first day of our lives joyful life of taboo.