A few hours later

The dim light of his laptop screen cast eerie shadows across the room, logged into his online account for twitter "CucksonUK1137" his account flickered into life and he was confronted with what he loved with the rhythm and sounds auto playing as his mouse scrolled over a recently uploaded video. It's his favorite type of pornographic videos. He had discovered the intoxicating world of Muslim New World Order pornography a few months ago, and it had become an obsession that consumed his every waking moment.

His eyes were glued to the screen, where a muscular, olive-skinned man with piercing dark eyes ravished a blonde, blue-eyed goddess, whose cries of pleasure pierced the quiet solitude of his room. James' hand moved furtively beneath the fabric of his boxers, stroking his tiny, shriveled penis to the images that unfolded before him.

He was lost in the fantasy, the thought of powerful, dominant Muslim men claiming the soft, willing bodies of white women sending shivers of both fear and excitement down his spine. The taboo nature of the scenes only heightened his arousal, and he found himself pumping his fist faster and faster as he watched the men's thick, uncut members plunge into the welcoming embrace of pale, eager flesh. He is busy watching clips, gifs and videos. Stroking his dick to near orgasm and stopping his stroking to prolong the pleasure and excitement. He would love to look at captions and informative graphics about Muslims and their growing numbers in Europe and most importantly how white women were submitting sexually to Muslim men and ignoring white men.

James' breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving the screen as he approached the edge of climax. Unbeknownst to him, his mother Emma had been watching from the slightly ajar door for several minutes now. She had caught him in the act before, but this time was different. The sight of her delicate son, lost in such a taboo and darkly alluring world, sparked a fiery curiosity in her chubby milf body. Her green eyes, usually so soft and warm, gleamed with a mischievous glint as she took in the bulge in James' boxers and the way his hips bucked involuntarily with each stroke of his hand. Her hand strayed to her own ample breasts, her nipples hardening at the thought of what she was about to do.

Emma watched even opening the door with a deliberate creak, the sound loud but James was too engrossed in his porn and pleasure to hear. His eyes widened with excitement as he saw captioned pics and gifs about white moms having sex with young Muslim men. Making him harder than he had before.

James's decided he had, to save his favorite images, and gifs to a secret album on his laptop. The screen glowed with of blonde British white milfs in various states of ecstasy, their bodies worshiped by the very Muslim men he had always felt inferior to. He had always known his mother was attractive, but the idea of her succumbing to the same desires that fueled his darkest fantasies was too much to resist.

Emma watched her son get more excited.