Mother and son playtime F4m

For all of these, you'd play as my teenaged son and me as your mother. Of course this is all roleplay and all fantasy so obviously not real. I would never encourage the real thing to take place. I prefer to roleplay than chat but maybe I'll be open to chat if the situation is right. The prompts below are starting points or ideas on what to play. They aren't set in stone or anything. Feel free to mix up a few however you like.

Prompt 1: It's summer time. Which means it's beach season. You go to the sunny shores all the time with your friends, probably to check out the girls your age. I guess that's what all boys do. Though not all boys trick their gullible mothers like me into "decompressing" your suit, which is me basically rubbing and stroking you through your trunks. The reasoning is that if I don't do it, then you'll explode or something. Another dirty trick you pull is you smear your creamy sticky seed all over my skin. "Mom it's so you don't burn, sheesh" is what you usually tell me when I question what you're doing. I naively go along with it. It makes no sense why you have to pump the sunscreen inside me, when I don't think the sunlight gets in, but you show me a bogus study (that I think is real) warning the dangers if not properly protected.

Prompt 2: Like the first prompt, it would be centered around the gorgeous sandy beaches. Though instead of me being a complete idiot, I'd be fully aware of what is going on. I sense how you're very tense because of the sea of flesh, which seems to get worse everywhere. Damn MTV and their corrupting mindset. Girls seem to be more shameless than ever before. It's like a competition. It's heartbreaking and I just want to call their parents. To be fair, I'm not the mother of the year when I sympathetically offer my soft hands to pump your balls dry. I'm no saint when I get to my knees, taking you inside my mouth, and vacuuming out your stress. I'm far from innocent when I "accidentally" fall into the perfect position where my ass happens to be in view for you to spank and later fuck me. Or those times when other parts of my body get involved, like my soft breasts, or thighs, to rub against your thick rod to spew its pained load. Shh, let's keep that a secret between us ok?

Prompt 3: All this time I've raised you like my own son, when in reality, your real mother is far away. She could care less about you really. Out of the blue, she calls the house wanting to speak to you. I tell her to go to hell. Serves her right. She is stubborn. I can see where you get the stubborn gene from. I'm just as combative and adamant to say "no". More like "hell no!". She doesn't deserve you. Finally she tracks you down at school. That bitch! After all the times I warned her to stay away, she manages to get in touch with you. She tells you her sob story, which you rightly don't believe. I hesitate, but after a few days time, I spill the beans. I tell you the truth about everything. Justifiably you're mad at me. To win you back, I bake you your favorite cookies. She one-ups me (that bitch...) by baking better delicious brownies. Which I must admit she's the better cook. She wins another battle when she gets you a better gift than what I could afford. The battles get nastier and nastier til I find her one day, on her knees slurping down your load. I'm appalled and disgusted. Your own mother would do such a thing. I wouldn't blame you for being shocked when I decide to offer my ass, for you to fuck, in retaliation.

Prompt 4: I'm just going to say it up front: I'm a horrible mother. The worst. Worst of the worst. My son, bless his heart, has become sexually active. Knowing that trying to keep things under wraps would be impossible, I decided to encourage sexual activity right in my own home. He would bring home whoever he's dating, or any casual fling, for the night and I'd hear the thump thump thump sounds resonate through the walls. That's not what makes me a monster, though it should. The real reason is that I get turned on hearing him. Whoever the lucky girl for the night is, she screams her brains out getting fucked silly. The sounds they make are something I can never forget. I can't sleep when I hear them. Long after the sounds die down, I still have echoes of the sounds bouncing in my brain. Only rubbing myself or using a toy would I have a prayer to get to sleep. Speaking of prayer, I often talk to god hoping to shake myself of this curse. No, it gets worse. I'll find myself stealing his underwear to grind myself against, or I'll hump against his pillow aching for the real thing to come ravage me. In my darkest fantasy, I replace the girl he's with so that I get to get fucked for once. I am tempted to drug him or get him drunk so he'll do it, or just tease him enough so he'll pounce. One night I get the courage to sneak in and suck him deep in his sleep. I think he's either super passed out (from the fucking or drugs/alcohol) or thinks that his girlfriend is the one slobbering over his member. He doesn't wake up and only grunts happily before spewing his load into my hungry throat.

Prompt 5: It's sometime deep into the future. Or maybe not that deep. Time is a bit fuzzy because of the many conflicts that have raged on. The population growth plus other global factors plunged the world into chaos. The resulting battles are too cringeworthy to even think about. Let's just say that many lives were lost to senseless slaughter. Luckily you and me got out alive. Barely. We joined up with some makeshift faction which is a weak mirror form of the previous government we once took advantage of. It's a distant memory I barely hold onto of the good old days with the worst fear being "am I going to pay my taxes on time?". Things like that are long gone. In its place are fears of not having enough. One day its not enough food, then not enough weapons, then not enough people. The faction got together and decided that the previous mindset of birth control must be thrown out the window. For the sake of population regrowth, it's needed. The good news is that I'm spared from being selected in the breeding program. That luck runs out when my number is called. Damnit. I honestly don't want another son or daughter, but I do my duty. I give birth to a few beautiful babies only to see them shipped off to another sector. It's heartbreaking but part of life. Another painful moment is when you have to leave. I don't know how or why, but one day you're just not at the center we're staying at. Your cot has a simple note "I'm sorry" which leaves me in tears. A few years pass by, and no word from you. You vanished into a poof of smoke like many people during the horrible war. My number is then called again into the breeding program. I reluctantly accept. I wait patiently for the male bull to breed me like god intended. He never shows. Turns out he got enlisted in another military division. So I have to go back to the center and wait a few days. I'm called back again. This time I get bred like expected. What's not expected...is that I was bred by my own son! I learn the shocking truth the moment he unleashes his load into me.

Prompt 6: This is an anti-breeding prompt. So the opposite of prompt number 5. Though maybe somehow breeding would fit in. The idea here is that you are eager to spread your seed like any boy would want. I try my best to keep you at home and away from corrupting influences. I catch you in the act a few times with girls, so I soon learn that it's impossible to deny your urges. Instead of keeping them bottled up, I decide that I will let you have sex but only on one condition: if you use a condom. Seems simple enough. You manage to follow those rules til one night a very horny deep in heat girl demands you pump her full of your babies. Thank god I burst in at the last second to break things up. She was not happy when I called her dad to take her home. The next part of this could depend on what you like best. I could supervise each sexual encounter you have to make sure you have a condom on at all times. Basically being the most "helicopter"y of a mother I could be. Or I could "force" you to fuck her ass instead of her pussy to avoid pregnancy. Or even more extreme, I would step in offering my own ass for you to fuck instead. That is if she's too much of a prude to get stuffed in her backdoor. If I'm the one being fucked, then she can stay and watch or go home in a huffy fit. I guess if you really want me to be twisted and fucked up, then I'd have your sister do the dirty work for me while I sit back and watch.