Mom and son sex chat
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.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.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".
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.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.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.
Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.