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.

I would also make suggestions and give her story ideas, which she would love.

Our weird relationship developed this way over a few months without her ever suspecting me.

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.

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.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 could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy.The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could.We both had our own computers in our own rooms and separate phone lines for both of them.