Blushing you stop to think, wondering how things got this way, but there's no denying that we share this passion, this desire, this fantasy, like kindred spirits separated at birth but so bonded by blood that we're no less likeminded.

'Are you this hot in bed in person?' you reply, collecting your thoughts, shattered and showered all over the bed around you. 'I'm tormented by how realistically you write us together,' you add with hearts and hugs and kisses.

'Maybe I've fantasised about you a few times too many, but I get no complaints,' I send. 'I'd love to have sex with a beautiful woman like you, mom. Funny how...