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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.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".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.Religious taboos were very real for her and she was very frightened by them.
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.She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself.The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot.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.