She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.
Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. She liked to play out different fantasy scenes with me.
In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her.
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.
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.
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 could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.
The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.
Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.