I never meant for the chat to start that way. It was just supposed to be another late-night scroll on that anonymous forum where people posted their dirtiest confessions. Username MotherLover69 had been posting raw stories about fucking her own son for weeks, and I kept coming back because the details hit too close. The way she described his cock sliding into her wet cunt while he called her mommy made my dick throb every time.
One night I messaged her directly. "Your stories are fucking hot. Mine's real too." She replied fast: "Prove it. Tell me what you'd do to your mom right now."
I typed without thinking. "I'd bend her over the kitchen table, rip her panties down, and eat her pussy until she screamed. Then I'd shove my cock in her and pound her until she begged for my cum."
She came back with: "Fuck, that's exactly what I want. My son's cock stretching my tight hole while I moan his name."
We kept going. Every night the messages got filthier. She'd describe sucking her son's balls, how she let him fuck her tits and cum all over her face. I told her how I wanted to wake my mother up by sliding my tongue between her legs. The more we shared, the harder I got. I was jerking off to every reply, typing one-handed while I stroked my shaft and imagined it was her.
After a week she sent a photo. Just her spread legs, fingers buried in a shaved, dripping cunt. "This is what your stories do to me." I sent one back: my thick cock in my fist, precum leaking from the tip. "Wish this was inside you."
She typed: "I wish it was my son's. But right now it's yours. Tell me how you'd fuck your mother."
I unloaded everything. "I'd start slow, teasing her clit with the head of my cock until she's dripping down her thighs. Then I'd slam in balls-deep and fuck her like an animal, grabbing her hips and making her ass ripple every time I bottom out. I'd call her my dirty mommy slut while she cums on my dick."
Her replies turned desperate.
"Yes. Fuck. I'd ride you reverse so you could watch my ass bounce. Then I'd get on all fours and let you use my cunt until you flood it."
We started roleplaying live. She'd pretend she was my mother, typing what she'd say while I fucked her. "Oh baby, your cock feels so good in mommy's pussy. Harder. Mommy needs your cum." I typed back that I was pounding her, grunting, telling her to take every inch. We both came at the same time, messages filling with "cumming" and "fuck yes mommy."
It went on for months. We traded voice notes. Hers were breathy moans and whispered "fuck me son" while she fingered herself. Mine were low growls describing exactly how I'd breed her. The chats got more intense: public risk, her sucking me under the table at dinner, me filling her ass while she begged for more.
One night she sent: "I think my son suspects. Last night he looked at me like he wanted to bend me over right there." I told her to go for it. "Next time he stares, flash him your tits. Let him know mommy's cunt is his."
She did. The next day she messaged: "He saw. He got hard. I'm going to fuck him tonight."
I never heard from her again after that. But every time I open the forum now, I wonder if she's posting new stories about the real thing. My cock still gets rock hard thinking about those chats, about the mother who wanted her son exactly the way I described wanting mine. Those raw, filthy messages turned fantasy into something that could actually happen, and I still jerk off to the memory of every single dirty word.
