Mom and son chat adult
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".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.She had naturally large full breasts that could not be played down.She also had a full, slightly heavy, hourglass figure.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.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.
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".
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. My Dad took off one day and she never heard from him again until she got his divorce papers. She was 45, always dressed conservatively, and acted prim and proper. To look at her you would think she was the All American Mom. Underneath her stoic veneer was a tall woman of 5'10".
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 even started to teach me to ballroom dance inspired by a suggestion from Momma's Boy.