I came so hard thinking about you just a few feet away from me stroking your cock I thought for sure you'd hear me, and part of me was hoping you would.
By the time I finished reading the message my dick was so hard I barely touched it and I came in my pants.
What's not normal is that all of those thoughts are about my mom, and what I would do to her if I had the chance.
My mother, Kiran, is about 5'6", with a slim figure and perky, firm tits. I always try to find a reason to walk behind her so I can stare at it.
She said I was pale and looked like I was sweating.
I was sweating, partly due to the e-mail, partly due to the fact that my mother was standing in front of me in an albeit conservative sweat pants and sweatshirt, but the sweatshirt had a zipper in the front that was just low enough to reveal a super thin tank top and about an inch of cleavage.
Luckily the computer room was only two doors from my room and my mom's room was at the end of the hall, so I didn't have to go past her room to get to mine.
I quickly changed my underwear and pants and headed back to the computer room to reply to the incredibly hot e-mail.
Then, on the fourth day, I found an e-mail waiting in my inbox that read: Ooooooohhhhhhh baby.....makes me so hot to hear that from you.I told her that every time she took a shower I wanted to rush into the bathroom and fuck her from behind over the sink, until I shot my load deep into her pussy while she begged for more.As soon as I hit the send button, I had to jerk off just thinking about some woman out there that would soon be masturbating while reading my letter.I would spend my nights on the computer surfing the web for any and all incest that I could find.There is something about the mother/son story that turns me on like no other porn I've ever watched or read.