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 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.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.
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".
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 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.
She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.