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So, story time…

I’m a woman who posts porn to Reddit among other places. One of the themes I post a lot is incest and I’m open to roleplaying incest scenarios, within certain well-defined limits, the most essential of which is “No Ageplay”.

But I digress. I meet this guy online who is into incest, specifically Mother/Son scenarios. He wanted me to roleplay as his mother, a not uncommon scenario, with an unexpected twist. He wants me to play it as Lisa Ann, a porn star who specializes in MILF and Step-Mom porn.

I’m a paragraph roleplayer, so I don’t typically weave in porn pictures between my responses, but he wants it, he’s not pushy about it, and I’m feeling experimental, its like taking on a new challenge. So, okay, fine; I linked pictures of Lisa Ann as we went. All went as expected otherwise.

After we had done the deed, we small talked a bit. The most essential things to come of this were (1) he is engaged (2) he is a cuck, and not even the kind that gets to watch, she just fucks other men, mostly coworkers **and** his friends (*who think he doesn’t know*), and when he and his fiancé **do** have sex she compares both the sex and his cock with her other lovers, and finally (3) that the reason he wanted me roleplay his mother using Lisa Ann porn is that his **real mother** looks like her.

Apparently, he’s had an infatuation with his mother for a long time. His father left when he was quite young, and his mother would parade one strange man after another into her bedroom and he would watch her have numerous kinds of sex with them. He makes specific mention of watching her give blowjobs to them.

The next day, he sends me a message. He wants **more**. He wants to do it **again**. I say ‘no’ but didn’t say it was because it creeped me out that I had unwittingly jumpstarted what was a long dormant fantasy for him. I’ve all the time been good at compartmentalizing and incest for me has all the time been purely fantasy with no relation to real life whatsoever. This experience has caused worlds to collide.

He still messages me daily for a while, sending porn images that he likes, the doing of which, apparently excites him. I asked if it turns him on to send them to me and he confirms that it does. Why I continued talking to him after all this is sheer inquisitiveness. I’m a curious person by nature, perhaps to a fault. I just ignore the porn and engage him in real talk, mostly about his cucking, because, again, it intrigues me. I don’t find out it **at all**, and I would really like to find out why it is **so** appealing to such a **large** cross-section of people. I **never** get a satisfying answer, by the way, it remains a mystery to this day.

Fast forward about a week. He messages me telling me that he is gonna tell his mom the **truth**. I tell him it’s a horrendous idea that could have “drastic consequences” in both his relationship with his mother and with his fiancé. He counters that his mother is “very open sexually” and he thinks I’m “overthinking it”. I respond that he’s “underthinking it”. We **disagree** and **neither of us is budging**. I’m worried he’s gonna alienate his mother and disgust his fiancé, but, I have absolutely no control over what he does. I don’t even know his real name, just a set of initials. I must let it go.

A couple of days goes by without a message passing between us. Then, he breaks the silence; he has done it. As he described it, he told his mother that he has all the time “found her attractive.” I ask him if he specifically told her that he wanted to have sex with her. He responds that he hasn’t broached that subject. **Phew!** Apparently, I **was** “overthinking it”, for his mother, anyway, because she’s **receptive** to it.

It also opens new avenues for them to talk, mostly about his current relationship, and the cucking. His mother wants to know more; it sounds as if she is intrigued. Not taken aback, not worried for her son… intrigued. This is all mind-blowing to me. I don’t know what to say other than dumbly congratulating him on not wrecking his life.

A few weeks pass and it is now three days ago. He messages me again, out of the blue, announcing that he and his mother had **phone sex** last night while his wife was away on company and cucking him. This phone sex included exchanging **pictures** and **videos**. Apparently, they acted out his fantasy scenario of them getting drunk together and fucking. I’m totally floored. I don’t know what to say. That is no issue for him though. He fills the void by talking about how great he feels and how “it wasn’t **just his wife** having fun this week”.

Two days ago. I get another message; his wife was still away on company last night, and sleeping with **two** of her coworkers. Meanwhile, he and his mother had phone sex **again**. There was more pic and video trading, and an added wrinkle was introduced. He has purchased a kit to mold a dildo of his own cock to send to his mother. She is not unaware of this. She knows he is gonna send her a dildo **and** she knows it will be in her son’s likeness. Her response is simply that she “could use a new toy”. I am rendered speechless and can only offer up such gems as “hmmmm” and “interesting”.

Now we arrive at yesterday, I get more new and shocking revelations. With his wife still away on company, and presumably cucking him with her coworkers again, he and his mother upgraded from phone sex to FaceTime. She wanted to **see** him cum. But, cue infomercial voiceover, **that’s not all!** He is gonna visit her this weekend; they are gonna have sex… they are gonna have **rough** sex. His mother **wants** this. She wants rough sex with her son, she wants to him to “make her gag on his cock,” she wants him to “pull her hair.”

I haven’t answered him. I haven’t been able to pick my jaw up from the floor since. He is now planning to secretly cheat on his cucking wife with his mother. Needless to say, I’m having a rethink on incest porn and roleplay. The walls between fiction and reality have been torn asunder. I don’t think I can go back into that world that was pure fantasy to me without wondering how it bleeds into reality for my audience and roleplay partners.

I don’t know **what** to do. I certainly don’t know what to **say** to him about this latest revelation. I feel responsible for the events which have unfolded. I feel like I woke this beast. I feel like, having woken it, then denying to feed it, I created the insatiable desire in him to make it a reality.

NSFW: yes

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