In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… 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.Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. She liked to play out different fantasy scenes with me.
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.
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 realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.
The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.