Mother Son Influencer
I’m became a mother son sex influencer by accident. I’m a 20 year old college student and for years I’ve had a mother son incest fantasy. About a year and a half ago I started visiting mother son incest forums to read about people that were in these kind of relationships or fantasied about them. I found myself giving advice, particularly to mothers, that started to make me very popular. Soon I was the go-to guy that was referred to by others.
The reason I became popular is because I would not give BS advice, I’d talked realistically about the dangers of such a relationship, I’d talk about how this fantasy was often a sign of other problems, I wasn’t judgmental, and I gave healthy advice.
It wasn’t long after I started doing this that my father passed away. He had been fighting cancer for a while and it finally got him. It wasn’t long after this that I got a scholarship to go to New Zealand for college. I wanted to stay home with my mother to comfort her but she insisted I go. Then Covid came along while I was there. Again I wanted to come home but my mother insisted I stay there since New Zealand was the safest place to be.
Being away from home and missing my mother, especially now that my father had passed, made my fantasies even stronger which is why I spent even more time on these forums. I know you probably think I’m a pervert but I kept many mothers and sons from screwing up their lives with incest. There were the Incels (involuntary celibate… young guys who are frustrated because they have never had sex) thought this would solve their sex problems when what they really needed was girlfriends not their mothers. There were mothers that needed to get a life not try to screw their offspring. To put simply for most people this was a fantasy that should have stayed a fantasy. However, as with everything there is an exception to every rule. Sometimes consensual incest among adults can be healthy and natural.
This was how I met Mrs. Pervert. Everyone I communicated with was anonymous as I was. We all had fake names and respected the privacy of the others or I would stop communicating with them. Mrs. Pervert was like this of course and she called herself this because of fantasies she had been having about her son. From what I could gather she was a widow and very lonely. She had been raised in a strict Christian household and had had a repressive sexual life up till now. Since her husband had died she was lonely, found she was very horny all the time, wanted to have the sex life she never had, and kept fantasying about her son.
So like with many such woman I told her that what she really wanted to was not her son but to healthy sensual relationship with another adult. I told her the way to get this was to change her life so that she could find the type of relationship she really needed. We started by me suggesting that she move away from her Christian environment to someplace that she could start anew. Because of Covid I also suggested she this new location be welcoming of different lifestyles, have lots of outdoor options, and that would let her start a garden. It so happened that my mother let me know around this time she moved to a college town in Oregon to ride out Covid but I didn’t catch the coincidence.
Note that much of this correspondence happened over more than a year so some of the things I mention may appear to have happened fast but were actually more gradual with almost daily emails. I became a life coach to Mrs. Pervert like I was becoming to a dozen others.
I suggested not only to her, but to others I was communicating with to take the Covid time to make themselves into the people they wanted to be. So it wasn’t long before I was getting Mrs. Pervert on a better diet, got her jogging and doing yoga, reading self improvement books, and basically learning to care about herself. I also suggested she start reading a variety of different types of literature, listening to different kinds of music, and expand herself culturally so that she could expand her horizons and become more interesting to others.
I suggested to her that in order to attract the kind of people she wanted she had to radiate self confidence, have an easy smile, and have a passion for living. osmaniye escort I also told her the changes I was suggesting were things she had to do for herself and not just to try to seduce someone. Nothing is less attractive than someone who is always depressed, negative, lazy or has an unhealthy lifestyle.
As I got closer to her, and others, they would send me progress reports and pictures (usually covering up part of the face). Mrs. Pervert was no exception. I made suggestions on changing her wardrobe so that it was more colorful and sensual without being slutty. I give her advice on different hairstyles and how to color her hair so that she looked and felt younger. As time went on they would also send me nude pics and I would also make suggestions. With Mrs. Pervert I suggested a breast implants, hair removal so that she had was hair free from the neck down, and even a “tasteful” tattoo on the small part of her back to encourage the wild woman inside waiting to come out.
Of course many of the women I helped wanted to have a fuller sexual life. I suggest they explore vibrators and watch some porn. Mrs. Pervert was shy and insecure about this and I suggested she try smoking a little pot to help with this. She was in a state that allowed recreational marijuana so she tried it and told me how much she liked it. She soon even sent me a video, showing just the lower part of her body, using a rabbit vibrator as she thrashed and moaned with a powerful climax.
Luckily most of the women I was influencing lives improved so much that they no longer seemed to be attracted to their sons since they were attracting new meaningful relationships. Some like Mrs. Pervert though still seemed to be primarily excited by their son. She told me that nothing turned her on like mother son incest videos and stories. I helped her see incest in rare cases among adults was normal if both are attracted to each other, if was about love not just sex, and if it consensual. Not only that but the combination of the mother son relationship and love with sex could be the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Well at this point I have to be frank about certain things to these mothers that still wanted to explore incest. First if they are really thinking about this they should first get permanent birth control surgery. Some have the fantasy of getting pregnant with their blood and this is crazy. First because the consequences of interbreeding and second because their special relationship was going to be challenging enough. Second the relationship should be about the love they share and the freedom to be as open with their sexual relationship as they want without having to worry about getting pregnant, the hassles of being on the pill, the pain of having to wear condoms, and the mood swings birth control can bring on. Note I also advice my male followers who want a relationship with their mother or older women (of around their mothers ago or older) to get vasectomy for similar reasons.
Most importantly they have to prioritize is their relationship as mother and son. Don’t spoil this. If one or the other doesn’t want a sexual relationship then you have to be ok with this and move on. You need to be satisfied with the fantasy only. If you’re not strong enough to do this and accept it then don’t even think about considering trying to initiate this relationship. The same applied for the changes I recommended. Don’t do them to try to catch someone but to feel better about yourself and to attract the quality relationship you need. Like the Rolling Stones say, “you may not get what you want but if you try you might find what you need”.
All this being said to Mrs. Pervert I told her if she agreed we could move on to the next stage. She thanked me for my advice, for helping her keep things real and realistic, and finally she said she was ready.
I should mention a few things about myself first. I like to date successful older women. I like their confidence, the way sex in not as big a thing, and I liked to learn from them. They would teach me about art, culture, style, socializing, and more in addition to sex. Ya and also I like finding a “mother” in them. I even had a secret affair with of my mothers friends. I keep myself fit, osmaniye escort bayan I’m working on an engineering degree, like to learn new things, didn’t drink, only smoke a little bit of pot at night, and enjoy a healthy lifestyle.
My mother was portrait artist for rich families. Initially she mainly did work for people within her church community but as her reputation grew clients would come to her from all over. My mother is very attractive at 44 and looks 30. She looks like Tina Fey who is also one of my favorite actresses.
I mention this because while I always kept my image hidden Mrs. Pervert would occasionally send me pics as mentioned. While these pictures were obscured in different ways they included things in them that I thought I recognized. In my regular communications with my mother on FaceTime she would crop all but her head and so I only had occasional glimpses of the changes she was making in her life. It was close to a year into the pandemic that I started wondering if she was one of my followers. There was also some things about Mrs. Pervert that started to remind me of her. The realization of this possibility made me very horny and excited but I believed I also had an obligation to all of my followers to not take advantage of the trust they placed in me.
Up to this point she told me she followed all my recommendations. She was now even starting to get the attention of younger guys and had even hooked up with a few. She told me how excited it made her but the whole time she was with them she only thought about her son. She told me how she had never been able to orgasm until she had taken my advice to use a vibrator but she would also have to pretend the vibrator was her sons hard cock in order to cum. These orgasms were intense and nothing like she ever imagined. Even with the young guys she had to pretend they were her son to get excited.
She told me how she imagined making out with her son in public, pretending around others that he was her husband, having him lick her pussy while calling her mommy, and riding his big cock like a slut. It seemed to be about time therefore that she put out feelers to her son to see if he felt the same way. She had told me that her son was away but that they communicated via FaceTime and I asked her if he’d seen any of the changes in her and she told me he hadn’t. This I told her she needed to do and it was then I found out who Mrs. Pervert really was and what she had become.
Our next FaceTime I almost didn’t recognize her. I had never seen her so happy, fit, and sensual. She told he how she had used the Covid “opportunity” to change her life around. How she had moved to a better place and showed off her new home. I kept complimenting her on her new look, her new house, and her new attitude and she would return my compliments with “innocent” flirtations. Like when I compliment her new look she would ask me if I thought she looked sexy and like a MILF. When I complimented her on her new home she asked if I though it thought it looked like a “love nest”. This way of talking was not something my old mom would do. She was a different person. She was more exciting to me than ever. At the same time I realized that I had unknowingly turned my own mother into my porno fantasy left me in shock, trembling, and hard. I tried to answer her teasing flirting in kind but it was hard because of my shock so I mumbled a lot. However I did tell her she was every boys fantasy MILF and that her “love nest” just needed the right lover.
When the call was over I was spaced out in walked around in a daze for hours. Up till now I had helped a half dozen women and a few sons reach what they wanted but only one ended up with relationship they fantasized about. The mother and son that did get together, were very happy, and often updated me on how wonderful and wild their relationship had become. While this made me happy I never took it to seriously or thought that something like this could happen to me. I mean the mother I left to go to New Zealand was a Jesus freak and a prude. I never thought my attraction to her would ever be more than just a jerking off fantasy. Note I followed the same advise I gave others because I loved older women and escort osmaniye now the ultimate older woman appeared to be entering my life as if a wish was being granted by a truly loving God.
When I finally got came down to earth I was so horny I had to jerk off a few times and smoke a joint to calm me down. Now I realize it was time to fish or cut bait as they say. I had only to let me mother reel me in.
Later Mrs. Pervert contacted her “influencer” and told me what happened and how afraid she was that she may have scared her son away. I had to calm her down and reassure her to go slow and give her son a chance to absorb the new you. I told her to start signing her emails with xoxo under her name, to start calling her son Sweet Heart or Darling but mostly “Baby” (like she was talking to a little boy) but slowly and not all at once. The trick was to put the bait out and see if he would bite.
I was soon replying to her emails as her son telling her how she was the worlds sexiest mom, how I wished I could find someone like her, and how much I wanted to come home and see her again. It wasn’t long before this became more heated and instead of emails we started Face-timing every night and sometimes a few times a day. A few weeks after she even asked me if I like her new boobs and I told her how wonderful they looked. I even took the chance to ask her if I could see them. After smiling mischievously she started unbuttoning her blouse slowly always looking at me hungrily. The moment was so hot I can’t even describe it. When her top was off and she saw me with my eye popping out of my head and my tongue hanging out she said, “I did this for my little boy if he wants them. Mommy wants her baby to suck on them. Would baby like that?” I could only nod my head. Smiling she signed off.
She wrote me a little while later that she hoped that she hadn’t shocked me or ruined our relationship. She told me that she was in love with me and wanted me to be her lover. She told me if this was not what I wanted that she was sorry and would never say anything about this again. She said being my mother was the most important thing in her life whether I wanted her in the same way or not.
She said she had always wanted a relationship with passion as well as sex which is a sin for Fundamentalist Christians. After my Dad passed she realized God was giving her a second chance at this. When I went away to school she realized how much she missed and needed me. It was then that her best friend also told her that she had an affair with me and that when I would cum sometimes I’d call her “mother” without realizing it. Later she could not sleep because she kept thinking about me wanting to do to her what I did to her friend. Instead of being repulsed she was hornier than she had ever been and spent most of the night fingering herself. She even had a dream about God telling her he meant for us to be lovers.
Finally she told me if I did want her like she wanted me then she wanted to still be my mother not just my lover. She wanted me to always know it was my mother I was fucking not just the woman I loved. She wanted our incest to be as big a turn on to me as for her. She wanted us to make out in public knowing people were looking at a mother and son so in love they reveled in the ultimate taboo. She still wanted me to be her little boy but also her very naughty son. She wanted us to fuck everyday, She want us to talk dirty, and she want us to have no taboos as long as we were not hurting or forcing the other. She wanted me to grab her ass as we walked down the street so other mothers could envy her having a young stud that looked like he could be her son. She signed it “Your Pervert Mother”.
Need I say I flew home to my mother the next day. She was waiting for me at the airport. We rushed into each others arms and lips for so long a crowd started whistling and clapping. Our walk to the car took a long time because every few minutes we had to stop to make out and feel each other up. My mother parked in a dark empty part of the garage. When we got to the car we put my bag in the trunk and then she shoved me into the back seat pulling my pants down. She then pull her dress up (she had no panties on) and lowered herself on my hard dick telling me “Mommy can’t wait for her baby to fuck her. Mama can’t wait to have incest and be my son’s whore.”
I’ll leave the rest for your imagination but we’ve been fucking for months now and have never been happier or hornier. I’m also still a mother son sex influencer but now my mother helps to spread the word.