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".She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.
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".
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.
The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.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.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.Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.