She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.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.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".
When I would do something nice for her she would say things like "how she wished she had a man like me".
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.
It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her. 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. One night I asked her why she liked younger guys on the chat site.