From his older mails, I could trace the naked pictures of three more friends of my son. My hunch was right. Most of my son’s adult pals were too old...to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.An idea struck me; I could also be an adult e-pal of my son. Only thing that I needed to start my virtual affair with my son, was a new mail-id with a pseudonym.I immediately opened a new page of the same web site and created a new. She gives me a half smile but is intent on Terry making him compliment her. He soon smooth talks her and wraps his arms around her slight frame and begins to pull and tweak her dark nipples.They giggle like teens and he continues to grope her and kiss her neck and so on. One hand disappears beneath the cover and Sandra's breathing deepens but she also is also protesting a little. I feign deafness as Terry mutters in her ear but I think I hear, "He'll be OK - he cant see - he's OK isnt he?". My screams increased in pitch and volume as the shaft buried itself deeper and deeper in me with each thrust. When I was fully penetrated He held himself inside me while I rode out a series of orgasms; obviously enjoying the pleasure my pussy was giving his fat shaft. I had never felt so stuffed before. As soon as He felt my orgasms winding down I could feel him shifting through my hands; grinding his shaft ever so slightly deeper inside me, pushing me closer to another climax, but not letting. It was then I realized that I was only in my boxers – as thats the way i sleep. And as I went to my bedroom to cover up, I told her to take off her wet coat and put the radiator on for warmth. I went to my bedroom which was off the main room, and picked up my dressing gown. When i turned to returned, stopped suddenly because standing in the middle of the room was aunt Clare. She had removed her coat, and her shoes which were obviously wet, but she had now hitched her dress up around her hips.