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The Mother of My Dreams

By: lovecraft68



Author's note; For those of you who followed my finally completed Siblings with Benefits series, once again thank you so much for supporting my work! For those of you new to me, Welcome! As I said at the end of the long, gut wrenching, and more often than not depressing SWB series, it's time for some fun! Nothing fancy here, just a sordid little tale about a young man whose dream lover just happens to be a very close relation of his. One disclaimer, for those not familiar with my style, I am not into 'grope and go' incest. I enjoy attempting to tell a story and trying to build up to the most forbidden of encounters. If you are looking for a quick stroke story, this will not be to your liking. Having said that, enjoy! Lovecraft68

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"Hey Joel?"

I looked up from the Red Sox game, to see my mother standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Like she had been almost every night lately, Mom was wearing the short red robe, which made her both hard to look at, and look away from at the same time. The robe was disturbingly short, barely reaching her mid-thigh and was either silk or satin, with black lace trim along the edges, including the neckline. Or at least I was pretty sure it did, as all I saw when looking at it was the swelling of her tanned breasts. 

I swear every time I saw her in it that it was tied more loosely. Then again, maybe I was just staring harder at her tits. Regardless of which it was, one thing was for certain; they were being well displayed tonight. As my eyes continued to linger where they had no right to, I could see a hint of the white skin that marked the tan lines from the very un-mother like bikini she had been wearing all summer.

"Joel?" Mom repeated. "You in there?"

"Oh, sorry Mom." I answered, tearing my gaze from her chest, and hoping to hell she hadn't noticed me looking.

I felt my stomach turn when I looked up at her. Mom was staring at me with an odd look on her face. My stomach lurched even more as she dropped her gaze down to her tits, where my eyes had just been. Grabbing the ties to the robe, she pulled them tighter. She had not pulled the top of the robe closed first however, and tugging on the belt caused the top to open even further. In a move based on pure self preservation, my eyes immediately jumped back to her face.

"I asked you when you were coming to bed?"

"Oh, ummm I might watch the rest of the game."

"Really?" Walking over to the chair I was sitting in, Mom leaned over the back of it and stared at the TV.

"Damn Joel, it's only the third inning, you really going to stay up that late?"

I shrugged.

"I know you're a strong young man and all," Mom squeezed my shoulders to emphasize her remark. "But you worked your ass off today and we have to unload the truck tomorrow."

"Yeah I know." 

As I answered, I was drawn to Mom's hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a tank top and her long red fingernails looked damn good on my own tanned skin. Letting my gaze roam up her slender arm my eyes widened as I saw her tits were all but spilling out of the robe. I looked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of her rose colored nipples. I became acutely aware of my cock stirring between my legs. Christ Joel! This is your mother!

"Well don't stay up to much longer hon, you look beat."

"I won't, I promise."

Fact was, I was more than beat, I was fucking exhausted, but the motel only had one bed, and she was insisting I share it with her rather than sleep in the chair or on the floor. A couple of years, hell a few weeks ago, that would have been no big deal. After the last few weeks though, it was the last thing I wanted to do. No scratch that, the truth was I wanted to be in bed with her a little too much.

"Good," Mom replied, snapping me out of my fog again. "You know just because you're twenty and was on your own the last couple of years, doesn't mean I can't still worry about you!"

"I know." I gave her a smile and turned back to the television. "Night mom."

I had no sooner turned away from the danger zone, when leaning forward; mom wrapped her arms around me, hugging me from behind.

"Thank you so much, for everything Joel, really!"

"No problem mom." I answered quietly.

I went to say more, but lifting her hand to my chin, she turned my head to face her, kissing me on the cheek. The kiss was not in the middle of my cheek, but so close to my mouth, she caught the very edge of my lips. Keeping her arm around my chest, Mom turned her cheek so that it was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, and bringing my hand up, put it on her arm. She had just gotten out of the shower and I could feel her long wet hair on my shoulder. More distracting was the pleasant scent of her vanilla body wash. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and forgetting myself, nuzzled my cheek against her soft skin.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her hand on my arm. Again I found myself staring at her slender fingers with those red nails. Those nails looked good on my skin, but nowhere near as good as they had looked on...that thought trailed off and was replaced by a feeling of alarm as I realized I was hard. The shorts I was wearing weren't doing a lot to conceal that fact and hoping she wasn't looking, I dropped my arm down to my lap.

"Hey!" Mom exclaimed pulling away from me and causing my heart to skip a beat. "You're scruffy!"

"Oh," I said, a sense of relief flowing through me. "Sorry."

"I used to tell you all the time honey, girls are soft, and we don't like scratchy skin."

"I know, I remember." I nodded, thinking damn straight she was soft.

"Yeah, those whiskers can hurt our lips." She winked "Even the ones on our mouth."

"W...what did you just say?"

Mom stared at me for a moment with her big blue eyes and laughed;

"It was a joke; don't tell me they don't tell raunchy jokes over at the frat house!"

"Yeah but," I had an instant image of kissing my mother's lips and not the ones on her...

"Joel, you're blushing!" Mom exclaimed. "Oh, how cute!"

I was going to say something to her about making fun of me, but instead found myself smiling at her. After the year she'd had it was good to see her laugh. Not to mention the fact she had a beautiful smile. Then again, as I had been noticing more and more lately, what about my mother wasn't? As she laughed, she tossed her head sending her long wet hair back away from her neck. I stared at the smooth skin there and remembered how I had spent half ride to North Carolina today wondering what it would be like to kiss it. 

"Well anyway, promise you won't stay up too much longer."

"Promise."

"And promise you'll come into the bed with me, and not try to sleep in this lumpy chair." She shook her head, "Don't know why you're so worried about it, it's not like I bite or anything."

I wouldn't care if you did, I thought, but aloud said, "Just trying to be a gentleman."

"Yeah well, they're over rated." Mom said. "Besides," she added with a smirk. "This way when I see Jill, I can tell her I slept with a hot young guy!"

"Yeah well I don't know about all that." I shrugged, although a part of me did get a sick thrill out of her saying it. She's my mother, she has to say I'm good looking, and she's only joking anyway, the sane side of me added.

"I'm going to leave the small light in the bathroom on, so we can see a little okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Night Joel."

"Night Mom."

I tried to resist the urge to watch her walk towards the bed that was on the other side of the room, but as had been happening quite often lately, I gave into the temptation. There was a mirror on the far wall, so rather than turn around and be obvious, I simply watched her approach the bed in the mirror. Mom was tall, and her extremely long legs were well shaped and as tan as the rest of her. When she reached the bed, she untied the robe and let it drop. My jaw dropped with it as I saw she was wearing a pair of red boy shorts, and was shirtless! 

Unable to help myself, I turned in the chair and looked at her bare back. Mom leaned over the bed, as she did the shorts rode up, and I felt my heart begin to beat faster when I saw the round cheeks of her ass sticking out. Mom straightened up, and reaching over her head began to slip on a red tank top. I turned back to the mirror and whispered, "Oh goddamn."

I caught a full view of Mom's tits from the side and saw her nipples were hard. Her tits weren't big, but were still perky with tan lines that started just around those gorgeous rose colored nipples. Mercifully, Mom pulled her shirt down and with an act of will I made myself turn around, and face the television. I shifted in my seat and stifled a groan at the sensation of my hard cock rubbing against my leg. Christ I was horny. You're a sick bastard Joel, getting a fucking hard on over your mother. I let out a sigh, sick or not, something told me I would be slipping into the bathroom to take care of myself before going to bed. If I didn't, I'd be like this all night.

I slumped down lower in the chair, trying to focus on the ball game rather than my balls. As I did, that old expression "just think about baseball" came to mind, and I laughed softly. Damn I was tired, laughing at my own dumb jokes. I would sit here for awhile until mom went to sleep, go into the bathroom, and calm myself down so to speak. Hopefully it would be to the thought of Allison, the cute little red head I had dated for awhile back at school, rather than my mother. Then I would slip into bed as far from her as possible, and hope to fall asleep quickly.

I began to actually follow the game, but after a few minutes I looked up from the television, and cocked my head; I'd thought I heard something. Picking up the remote, I lowered the volume and listened. There it was again, it was mom, but she wasn't speaking, she was moaning. Turning in the chair, I couldn't help but let out a moan of my own. Mom was lying on her back, her shorts pushed down to her knees, and her tank top pulled up over her tits.

Mom's hands cupped her small, but perfectly shaped tits, and she gasped as she pinched her hard nipples between her fingertips. I watched, my cock already hard and hot against my leg, as she started rolling her nipples between those long red nails. A low moan escaped her, causing me to look at her face. 

"Oh, damn." I whispered.

As hot as the site of her playing with her tits was, the look on my mother's face was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Mom's soft full lips were parted; the tip of her pink tongue just visible between them. Her blue eyes were rolled back, and her long honey blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, framing her face beautifully. Goddamn, she was gorgeous! Her head was back exposing the smooth skin of her throat, the skin I was so dying to feel beneath my lips.

Mom groaned again, and I saw her shoulder dip. Following the movement, I watched entranced as her right hand left her breast, and slowly trailed down across her flat stomach. Mom groaned and her hips twitched as her hand disappeared between her thighs. My own hand dropped down, grabbing my cock, and stroking it through the thin material of my shorts. Mom's hand was moving up and down rapidly and her breathing was becoming heavier. I was breathing pretty heavy myself, and taking a second to slip my hand inside my shorts, I grabbed my cock and started pumping it hard and fast.

On the bed, Mom gasped, and arching her back, began making little whimpering noises that caused my cock to jump in my hand. Straightening her legs, Mom lifted her hips off the bed, and again I focused on her small round tits, which were now thrust out even further as she pushed her back further off the bed. 

"Ohhh," Mom moaned loudly, and I could see her thighs trembling from where I sat not ten feet away watching her masturbate. 

I stifled my own low moan as I could feel the cum building within my cock and knew I would be going off within seconds. Mom cried out, her hips thrusting wildly against her hand. Throwing her head back, she let out a squeal of delight that caused my cock to explode in my hand. Groaning, I pumped it furiously. I felt my own cum splash onto my stomach, and moaned at the vision of it spraying across my mother's tanned skin. I imagined it hitting her tits and dripping down her hard nipples. 

I pumped my cock until it had nothing left to give, and then slumped back into the couch panting. I closed my eyes until my breathing slowed down. Opening them, I felt my heart skip a beat; Mom was now lying on her side, and looking straight at me.

"You enjoy the show, Joel?" She asked, smiling at me.

"I, uh....I wasn't..." I stuttered.

"Oh yes you were," Mom said still smiling, "You were sitting there watching your mother play with her pussy weren't you, you bad boy?" 

"Mom I..."

"You are a bad boy Joel," She shook her head. "Know why?"

As I sat there speechless, she sat up on the bed, and spreading her legs, touched her pussy.

"You sat and watched me do it myself." She pushed her lips out in a pout. "Least you could have done was come over and help me out!"

"I..."

"Oh, you know you want it honey!" Mom moaned as she her fingers slipped into her smooth wet pussy. 

"No I..."

"That's alright Joel, because I want you to want it!"

"You..."

"Of course I do, why do you think I've been teasing you the last few weeks?"

My reply turned into a gasp, as removing her fingers from her glistening pussy, Mom shoved them into her mouth.

"Mmmmm." She groaned, rolling her eyes back. 

Sliding her fingers from her mouth, she smiled at me.

"Damn, that tastes good, but I bet it would taste better if I was sucking it off of that nice hard cock of yours."

"Oh my..."

"Let's go Joel," Mom beckoned to me with her finger. "Come over here and give your mother what she needs."

"I...I can't" I whispered.

"Of course you can, if you're nervous, I'll just suck it hard for you, now let's go!" She again touched her pussy. "It's not nice to keep your mother waiting."

Swallowing hard, I stood up.

"Ohhh, look at that!" Mom said licking her lips, "Oh, honey you bring that over here! You...

"And that ball is long gone!!" I jerked awake, as the announcer began screaming that someone had just hit a home run. Reaching down quickly, I fumbled for the remote. Finding it, I shut the TV off, and sat back with my heart pounding, and my cock throbbing.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

The same dream I'd been having every night for the past three weeks. Well no this one was different. This was the first time I'd dreamed of her catching me and inviting me to join her. I exhaled softly as I felt my heart begin to slow down. The dreams were getting worse. When they'd first started, I was alarmed, but figured it was some kind of weird phase and they would run their course. I couldn't have been more wrong. Not only were they becoming more and more vivid, but they were intruding into my waking thoughts as well. Just like earlier, when she'd said goodnight to me, I could hardly look at her without becoming aroused.

The first time I'd dreamed of my mother playing with herself, I'd woken up feeling more guilty than aroused. The next few times I'd felt more than guilty, I'd wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Lately though, I'd been getting more and more worked up, and was even masturbating to them now. I tried not to. When I would start jerking off, I would imagine Allison or Jamie or one of the other girls I'd fooled around with back at school. Within minutes however, their pretty faces and young firm bodies would be replaced by that image of my beautiful mother, arching her back, moaning and squealing as she came.

That had gone downhill as well. The last time I got myself off, it was to the thought of what my mother's lips would look like wrapped around my cock. Speaking of Mom, I turned around and in the light from the bathroom, saw she was lying on her side facing away from me. The motel's air conditioning was working like shit and she had kicked the covers off. My eyes made their way up the backs of her legs admiring the shape of them. When I reached her ass I felt my already throbbing cock, twitch again. The boy shorts had ridden up, and most of her left ass cheek was exposed.

"Stop it." I said softly, forcing myself to turn around.

I shook my head, this was getting ridiculous, and seeing I was going to be staying with mom for the foreseeable future, I'd better get over this. Dreaming of my mother was just not right. I smiled wryly at the thought that one of Mom's favorite expressions was that sometimes dreams come true, so keep dreaming. Something tells me that mom might think a bit differently in this instance.

Taking the opportunity to stop thinking of her as a sex object, I turned my thoughts to the times that expression did work for me. Even though I was a scrawny little kid, I'd always wanted to play ball and Mom had told me to chase my dreams and try out. I failed the first time, but went again, and not only made the local little league team, but played right through high school, making Varsity and getting the notice of a few college scouts. College was the second dream that Mom had assured me would come true, when I had applied to USC. 

My father made too much money for me to qualify for scholarships, but not enough to afford for me to go. But between my grades and the fact I was a pretty good ball player, I'd gotten enough in grants from the school that my parents could afford the rest. Well that was up until Dad pulled his shit last year. On that note, I noticed that my hard on had left and laughed bitterly to myself. Leave it to my father to fuck up a wet dream.

Deciding to take advantage of the fact that I was no longer horny at the moment, I stood up, stretched and slowly approached the bed. I stood there hesitantly, trying to keep my eyes off of my mother's scantily clad body. I thought about simply going back and trying to sleep in the chair. I could tell mom I fell asleep there. That's what I should do. Yup, that's exactly what I was going to do. Instead, I looked down at her sleeping form. The tank top was cut low in the back and staring at her smooth skin, I envisioned placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. I'd slide my lips up to nuzzle that inviting neck, slipping my arms around her and cupping her tits.

Back to the chair Joel, I told myself firmly. Yeah right, I couldn't resist looking at her, let alone lying next to her. Leaning over, I gently pulled the sheet up over her waist, so I wouldn't be staring at her ass and legs. I paused and debated whether or not to take my shirt off. I probably should leave it on. Then again, I would be on my own side of the bed, and hell it isn't like she looked at me that way anyway. The fact that the room was warm as hell made up my mind, and slipping off my tank top, I carefully slid into bed next to her.

I wasn't careful enough. I was still on my side sliding the covers up when Mom leaned back against me.

"Hey honey," She whispered sleepily. "Glad you came to bed."

"Yeah, I was getting tired." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Mom's back was pressed against my bare chest and her now dry blonde hair was just under my face. I was propped up on one elbow and had the absurd urge to slip my arm around her waist. I started to try to slide back, but as I did she let herself go so that she was still leaning against me. I stopped, not wanting to end up on my back with her curled into me. It was bad enough her ass was dangerously close to my crotch.

"Hmmm." Mom cooed. "You feel nice."

"Umm, thanks." I said lamely.

"Been awhile since I've had somebody to lie next to." She sighed. "And who knows how long since it was someone who wanted to be next to me."

As she spoke she turned her head to the side so that she was looking up at me. Our faces were only about a foot apart, and I found myself marveling at how young she looked. Of course in reality she certainly wasn't old. Mom had met my father while still in high school and had gotten pregnant right after graduating. So although I was closing in on twenty one she was just shy of her thirty ninth birthday. I realized I was staring, but noticed Mom didn't seem to mind. In fact she was looking up at me with a slight smile on her face, as if she were enjoying looking at me as well. 


The Mother of My Dreams



Yeah okay Romeo, I thought, then rolled my eyes at my own joke. There was nothing going on here other than mom had missed me the last year, and I was... well a bit infatuated with my mother's looks. Even without makeup her skin was smooth and her full lips always looked as if they were ready to either pout or pucker up for a kiss. One of Mom's best features, and one I shared with her, was her big baby blue eyes. Coupled with her long hair and big easy smile, Mom had the appearance of the typical blonde airhead. To the contrary Mom was pretty bright, and would be doing much better than her position as the assistant manager of an insurance office if she had pursued college instead of being a stay at home mom. 

No, my mother had quite a bit to offer, in every way. Not enough for my father apparently who thought he was too much of a man to stay with one woman, but a hell of a lot more than any other woman I'd ever met. Enough, Joel. Mom was still looking at me, appearing to be completely content lying against me. Not that I wasn't as well, but soon content would lead to other feelings and I didn't need to be poking my mother with a hard on. Thinking of her last remark, I broke the silence.

"I'm sure there are plenty of guys who'd want to keep you company."

"Yeah, you think?" she asked, still smiling at me.

"Well sure, I mean look at you, you're beautiful!"

"Awww aren't you sweet." Her smile widened and she surprised me by leaning up and kissing my cheek. "But you have to say that, I'm your mother."

"No." I said speaking quickly to avoid thinking of how soft her lips had felt. "I'm sure a lot of guys think that." I paused, thinking of how to say the next part. "It's been a few months Mom, haven't you..." shit where the hell was I going with this?

"Joel!" Mom snapped, her blue eyes wide with surprise. "Are you asking your mother if she's gotten laid?"

"I..." 

I couldn't finish. That was exactly where I was going, sort of. 

"I'm sorry Mom, I just..."

Mom started laughing.

"You're blushing again! Oh Joel, you are just too easy for me!"

You don't know the half of it I thought dryly. I shrugged and told her.

"Yeah well, thinking of my mother and sex is kind of you know, weird."

But dreaming of her isn't? Christ, now I was arguing with myself.

"I guess." Mom nodded.

She sighed again and seemed to be thinking. I wondered if she were ever going to move. Again I had the urge to hold her, and was wondering if she would be upset if I tried to move.

"To answer your question, no I haven't let anyone..." She winked. "Spend any time with me shall we say."

For some reason I felt a thrill go through me at the thought she hadn't slept with anyone since my father had left. Aloud however, I asked, "Why not? You're young Mom, and I bet a lot of..."

"Oh, I've had offers Joel, trust me." 

"Well, see there you go, you just have to..."

"Take them up on it? "Let them comfort me?" Mom snorted disgustedly. "Please."

She leaned further into me, turning as she did. Her shoulder slid down my chest and she was now lying on her back. I saw with alarm that her tank top had ridden up exposing her soft flat stomach, yet another area that seemed to be inviting a forbidden kiss. Things went from bad to worse when Mom stretched her arms out over her head, raising the tank top dangerously close to the bottom of her tits. I became painfully aware of two things; the first, that with no bra underneath I could see her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt. The second was that something else was beginning to poke itself into my leg and very close to Mom's hip.

When she finished stretching, Mom folded her hands behind her head on the pillow and stared up at me. I almost said something about her shirt, that she might want to fix it, but didn't want to make it seem as if I were looking.

"Oh, let me tell you, within a couple of days of word getting out your father had left me, I got all kinds of invites." She rolled her eyes. "All the guys in the office were just so concerned about me!"

"I'll bet." I told her while trying to subtly slide my hips further away from her.

"How you holding up Lynn? Are you okay?" She grinned. "And if I had a dime for every 'you know if you ever want to just talk.' I wouldn't have had to give up the house."

"Well maybe some of them meant well."

"Yeah sure, and I own property in Florida. Please Joel, those guys were just looking to take advantage of me. Talk all sweet, pretend they care." She grunted. "If I wanted that I could have stayed with your father."

She shook her head and smirked.

"Yeah they'd listen alright, only thing they would want to hear is me breathing in their ear while they comforted me, because you know somehow them fucking me would be what I would need right?"

"Ummm..." I had nothing to say to that, although her saying the word fucking had caught my attention.

"I could have had my pick, if that's what I wanted." She turned her head to look at me. "I'm not trying to sound catty, but I know I'm attractive, and if I decided I wanted to get laid I could in a heartbeat."

"You know Mom," I said nervously. "Maybe we should talk about something else."

She frowned at me.

"I thought we could talk about anything? That's what you told me over the phone all the time when we'd talk."

"I know." I said, feeling bad at the disappointed look on her face. "But this is kind of..."

"It's sex Joel, how old are you twelve?" She rolled her eyes at me. "It's not like I'm giving details." She laughed. "Hell there wouldn't be many, your father's the only guy I've ever been with and he barely tried. I have more fun alone."

I stared at her and she giggled.

"Oops sorry, that was a bit more than you needed to know." She took a deep breath and I made sure my eyes stayed on her face rather than watching her tits rise. Letting it out she said. "I was going somewhere with that, but never mind."

Feeling like a jerk, I put my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Mom, go ahead."

She looked at me for a minute before saying, "Really?" 

She had said it with her blue eyes wide, and I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Really."

"Okay," She nodded and put her hand over mine. "I knew you'd want to listen to me, not like those jerks, only one thing on their mind."

And mine, I thought feeling my heart beat faster just from her hand on mine.

"Well," she began. "What I was saying is I can get sex any time, but that's not what I want. Sex with one of those guys wouldn't mean anything, and it would be quick and stupid, and well hey like I said I'd be better off..." She giggled again. "Alone"

"Okay, okay I get it, guys suck." I said, laughing at her.

"Hmmm do they? I wouldn't remember."

I put my head down, feeling my ears beginning to get red.

"Gotcha!" Mom laughed. "Okay, I promise no more dirty jokes. My point is Joel, that even the last few years with your father, I felt alone. Sex would be great, but I want more, I want to feel like they care about me, not just about getting some. I don't think your father cared for a long time."

"I'm sorry Mom." I told her softly.

Leaning over I kissed her forehead.

"You deserved better, and maybe now you'll find it."

Mom's blue eyes looked as if they were starting to fill up, and I felt like an ass again. But she squeezed my hand and whispered, "You really are sweet Joel, I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." I told her.

"I'm sorry about school Joel," Mom began, "I..."

"Forget it Mom. It's all about you right now. I'll be fine."

She smiled through her misty eyes and squeezed my hand again.

"I am so glad you're not like your father. You're going to make some girl feel very special someday."

I shrugged and feeling an overwhelming wave of affection for her, went to kiss her on the cheek. I was caught off guard as she turned her head and my lips brushed hers. It was a quick peck, but I felt a thrill go through me. Still, I pulled back quickly and looked down to see Mom smiling softly at me.

"You used to kiss me all the time on the lips. Right up until you was a teenager. I always liked it, but your father thought it was weird and told you to stop, remember?"

Now that she mentioned it, I did. I was in high school and still kissing her on the lips. I remember liking the way her lips felt and...I stopped as it dawned on me that these feelings for her weren't as sudden as I thought! 

"But we did it a couple of times after," Mom said. "You told me you were nervous about kissing a girl at school you liked and I let you practice."

"Wow, I forgot about that!" I shook my head. "Her name was Colleen." 

I left out the part that Colleen was an excuse to sneak a couple of kisses from Mom. How the hell had I forgotten about that? Especially lately with all that...

"You know what else that reminds me of?" Mom asked, cutting into my thoughts.

"What's that?" 

"When we would talk about your dreams and them coming true." 

"Yeah, I remember that." I said, thinking I was fairly certain the latest was not one that would.

Mom pursed her lips in thought, and I resisted the urge to try to kiss them again.

"You know what I dream of these days?"

"What's that?" I asked, 

"I dream of a being with a man who wants to be with me. A man who gives me what I need, but makes me feel special, and appreciated," she smiled. "Someone I can have fun with, because I know he wants all of me. Not just a lover, but someone who loves me." She sighed. "Think that dream could come true?"

"Sure," I nodded. "I bet there's a guy out there who'd treat you the way you deserve to be treated." I knew of one for sure anyway.

"Well hopefully, I find him soon, because being lonely sucks." She gave me that little giggle again. "So does being horny."

"Come on Mom!" I exclaimed. I wasn't kidding, she was starting to really get to me.

"Well it's true," she laughed, then reaching up placed her hand on my cheek. "Not that you would know. Good looking kid like you surrounded by all those pretty little coeds. I'm sure you're doing okay out there."

"I've had a couple of girlfriends." I said evasively, not wanting to talk about sex. God knew it was all I had been thinking of lately.

"Just a couple?" She asked. "Well, anyway you just make sure your nice to them; don't be like your father. You want more than one, fine, but don't lead them on okay?"

"I promise." I told her seriously. "I'm not going to be him."

"Good."

She patted my cheek, then putting her hand down; let it rest on her bare stomach. I recalled my dream and imagined it sliding down beneath the covers. Shifting my gaze back to her face I looked down at her, and was struck by the position we were in. Her lying there half dressed completely relaxed and chatting away made me feel as if we were old lovers rather than mother and son. I had not been lying earlier, she truly was beautiful. The longer I looked, the more I wanted to kiss her again. After all she had kissed me earlier; I could get away with it. It wouldn't be the type of kiss I'd been longing to give her, but still...

"Joel?"

"Huh?" I shook my head realizing I was zoning out fantasizing right in front of her.

"You must be tired," Mom said. "I'll let you go to sleep, but I have a question for you."

"What's that?" I asked, relieved that I could roll over and put some distance between us.

"So what are you dreaming about these days?" She smiled. "What do you want to have more than anything else right now?"

"Oh," I could feel myself starting to flush as I had the image of her lying beneath me, not saying my name, but moaning it. "I...well."

Mom frowned...

"Is it to be able to get back to USC? Or maybe UNC? " She shook her head, "I'm sorry you have to take a semester off honey I feel bad, but..."

"No worries." I told her, not wanting her to get upset. "It's a semester, I'll be fine."

She nodded sadly and looking down at her I decided to answer her with a half truth.

"You know what I dream about now, what I'd most like to see?" I asked her.

"What's that honey?"

"For your dream to come true." I told her. "For you to find that guy that can make you happy, that's what I dream of." I left out the part where I was the one who could make her that way, but that was for the best.

"Really?" Mom asked giving me a huge smile. "Joel, you really are the sweetest guy I know! Thank you!" 

Mom leaned up again to kiss me. I didn't turn my head, leaving it up to her where she kissed me. To my delight I received another quick peck on the lips. I didn't kiss back for fear of trying to put more into it, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Letting herself lean back against the pillow, Mom stretched again, and I forced my eyes to look down at the sheet between us. When I looked up, Mom had her hand to her face and was stifling a yawn.

"Excuse me," She said. 

"Yeah, let's get some sleep." I said. "I'm beat."

"Good idea," Mom said, rolling over onto her side to face me. "Tomorrow is going to be a long hard day."

I glanced down and caught a clear view of her tits propped up as she lay on her side. Quickly rolling over onto my back, I thought that it was going to be a long hard night as well.

"Sweet dreams Joel."

"Sweet dreams Mom." I whispered. Yeah right.

*****

I laid there staring up at the ceiling fan, and with a sigh turned my head to look at the clock. It was just after midnight. Mom and I had said goodnight around eleven and I still couldn't fall asleep. Physically I was exhausted, but my mind wouldn't stop racing. It needed to soon. The plan was to get up at seven, grab a quick bite and be on the road by eight thirty. We were about three hours away from Charlotte, and Mom's friend Jill, her husband, and her two sons were meeting us at one to help us move in.

I felt movement next to me, and turned to see that Mom had rolled over onto her back. I was ready to look away, when she lifted her leg and kicked the sheet off of her.

"Hot." She mumbled, more asleep than awake.

And getting hotter, I thought disgustedly, as I was now confronted by the sight of her long legs, encased in only those silky little red shorts. I caught myself wondering what the hell she was thinking. After all she knew I was going to be in bed with her, yet here she was wearing what looked like lingerie, never mind she hadn't been wearing anything under her robe and changed in front of me. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to think rationally. The simple reason for the clothes or lack of, was that I was her damn son, and she was comfortable and not thinking that I would be looking at her. As for the undressing in front of me, she had changed behind me. I had decided to be a pig and turn around to watch in the mirror.

My eyes narrowed as I noticed that when Mom slid down, the shorts had tightened around her crotch. They were so tight that I could make out the outline of her pussy. I felt my cock stirring and jerked my head around to stare back at the ceiling. I felt myself starting to sweat even more. My mother's pussy. I shouldn't even be using those two words in the same sentence. I shook my head, how the hell had this started? An hour ago I would have thought just recently, but when Mom had reminded me of how I used to always kiss her on the mouth, I was starting to wonder.

Most boys at one time or another thought their mother was pretty, but in my case it really was true. When I was entering high school Mom was only thirty three. and nothing short of a knockout. If I had any doubts that I was the only one who thought so, they were erased in high school. In the warm weather Mom would stand outside the car while waiting to pick me up. She'd be wearing shorts and tank top, and some of my friends would follow me out there just to look at her.

We had a decent size swimming pool, and that summer we had my birthday party outside. There were over a dozen of my friends over as well as some of the neighbors. Mom had come out wearing a two piece red bikini, and there wasn't a kid there that didn't have his mouth open. That effect was not limited to my friends, as I noticed many of their fathers looking as well. I remember my father had taken her aside and told her to go change. 

After that, anytime I had friends over to go swimming, Mom never joined us, and if she was outside, she was wearing more 'appropriate attire' as dad called it the night of my party when I heard him yelling at her. In fact if I recalled correctly, it wasn't too long after that, that he had sat me down and told me to stop kissing my mother on the lips. That I was too old for that, and there were girls my age I should be thinking about doing that with.

I frowned as I lied there. My father was an asshole. His recently leaving my mother was the icing on the cake, but he always had been, I had just been too young to see it. In fact, it was thanks to dear old dad that I was here in the first place. I suppose I should not have been surprised when Mom called me right after Thanksgiving to tell me that her and Dad were through. Things had been bad between them my last year of high school, and I'd felt bad leaving Rhode Island to go all the way out to California, feeling that Mom needed me.

Mom had told me not to be ridiculous, USC was my dream school and to go out there and study and have a good time, she would be fine. Part of me knew better, after years of holding an inside sales job, my father had suddenly started going back out on the road, sometimes traveling for weeks at a time. Mom had told me that this was how it was when I was younger. Mom met Dad at a club back when she was eighteen. He was ten years older than her and making good money. In his defense, she had lied about her age, saying she was twenty one.

They went out for a few months and Mom ended up pregnant. Dad married her, and bought a nice house, but traveled constantly, leaving Mom home alone with me most of the time. As I got older Mom told him he had a family and needed to take a job that kept him home. For what it was worth, he may as well not have bothered. Even working locally he was never around. Mom taught me how to throw and hit, and took me to my little league games. Almost every good memory I had was of the two of us. 

Despite the fact he wasn't around much, Dad had a lot to say about Mom and how she dressed and what she did. He would ask me if she went out alone or if she talked to any of the guys at the games. When I got older I realized he was jealous and possessive. He himself never wanted to seem to bother with Mom, but didn't want her having a life of her own. I remember them arguing bitterly when I was around ten and Mom announced she was getting a job. Recently Mom told me that he had wanted more kids, but she refused, because she was already practically raising me alone and didn't want more. She added that he was from the bare foot and pregnant school, and had it not been for me she would have left him years ago.

The only time they went out, was if it were functions for Dad's company or he was entertaining clients. Then he was more than happy to dress up his trophy wife and take her out. Apparently all the other times he went out was with other women as when Mom had called me, she told me she had caught him cheating. Not only had she caught him red handed with a clients wife, but she had gotten into his e-mails and found proof that he had been carrying on with several women some of them for years.

If at the end of the day, all Dad's leaving would mean is that Mom was free to start a new life, their divorce would have been a good thing. But as always, Dad had thought only of himself, and screwed Mom and I over. Although Mom had been with the insurance agency for ten years, she was only making around forty a year, and no way could she afford the mortgage on her own. She could have chased Dad for alimony as he made double that, but she wanted nothing from him. Well that wasn't true, what she wanted was for him to continue to pay his share of my tuition.




The Mother of My Dreams



Dad balked, claiming that now that he was 'starting over' he couldn't afford it. This he told me to my face, as a couple of weeks after Mom called me; he flew out to see me. Or so I thought. In reality he had a client to see on the west coast and was generous enough to make me a pit stop. I had been pissed off asking him how he could cheat on Mom. He tried a bullshit line, of 'she didn't take care of him'. No longer a child and fed up with his crap, I had responded that maybe she would have if he had ever been home. I asked him what the hell he wanted, after all even just looking at it from a physical point of view, Mom was ten years younger than him, sweet, smart and gorgeous, how was that not good enough?

My father smirked and told me that someday I would know what he meant, that I would want to have my cake and eat it too. Mom was a good looking woman and a great mother, but there was a lot more fun to be had. When I shook my head, he laughed and said it was as simple as asking the question of why eat the same meal every night when you could go to the buffet? He said real men understood that. I told him real men were secure enough to stay with and love one woman and that he needed to take his mid life crisis bullshit and get out of my face.

Dad shook his head disgustedly, saying that I had always been a momma's boy. I told him that if he had been around more maybe that wouldn't have been the case. Dad's final comment was something that seemed stupid then, but now seemed to have more meaning. He had looked at me, and said 

"You know Joel; I always thought you were a little too close to your mother, hell I had to stop you from kissing her like she was your girlfriend, then had to fight with her to stop it on her end. Figured it would stop when you moved, you'd find a real girlfriend, guess not."

Did my father think I had a thing for my mother? Hell, I hadn't thought I had until after that conversation. I started to turn my head to look at Mom again, but stopped myself and focused back on the events that led to being here in the first place. 

After our conversation about Mom, he had dropped the bomb that he couldn't help me with school anymore. I would later find out from Mom that he had no problem paying the rent of one of his girlfriends. Initially Mom had told me to go to the school and reapply, using just her income and see if I could get financial aid. That was a dead end as according to the school, whether my parents were together or not, it was based on both their incomes. 

Mom's next idea was that when she sold the house she would use her half to pay for my school. I argued with her saying she would need it. Turned out it was a moot point. Behind her back my father had taken money out of the house and she stood to get very little from the sale. So the plan was I would finish the semester, then come home and go to school in Rhode Island.

At this point Mom and I were talking every night. Sometimes just a few minutes, a quick hello so I knew she was doing okay. Other nights we would talk for hours. I learned a lot of the things that Mom had kept from me about my father, how he tried to control who her friends were, what she wore, and where she went. She had laughed once, and said that she was now wearing whatever she wanted, just because she could. 

During some of our talks, Mom would be angry and I let her vent, other times she would end up in tears and it killed me not to be there for her. When spring break came I was going to try to come home, but Mom had said her best friend Jill, who had moved to North Carolina a couple of years ago, had invited her up there for a few days. The next time I talked to her was a week later and she told me she was moving there during the summer. 

Jill owned two homes, one of which she rented and was currently empty. The insurance company Mom worked for was a national chain. There was a branch in Charlotte and they agreed to transfer her, so she now had a job and a place to live. Now when I came home it was to help her pack up the house and move with her. When Mom had met me at the airport, it had been the first time I'd seen her in six months. The first thing I'd noticed was that she had not been kidding about wearing what she wanted.

Mom was in a short little red sundress that barely covered her ass. The dress tied around her neck, and the entire back was open. She had thrown herself into my arms, and as I held her, I felt myself choke up. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed her. From the airport we went out for lunch and I couldn't help but notice every guy in the place looking at her as she walked by. Not that I could blame them, she had never looked better.

I certainly couldn't remember ever seeing her smile so much. I asked her if she were happy to be a single woman again, and she simply laughed and said she was happy to be with me. Over lunch she told me that she'd put the house up for sale in April, figuring it would take some time to sell, and hopefully it would move by the end of the summer. To her surprise she got a buyer right away and told me we had three weeks to move. 

On one hand it was a lot of work, but then again it would be a load off of her mind and she would get some money to start over. It would also give us some time to get used to North Carolina and get me a jump on looking for work. The first few nights I was back home were fun and uneventful. Granted we were working our asses off in the house, but I enjoyed spending time with her. The only thing I found a little disturbing was that Mom really seemed to be getting a kick out of not having my father complain about her clothing, because she was letting it all hang out. 

Sundresses, short skirts accompanied by heeled sandals, and low cut skimpy tops seemed part of her everyday attire. I jokingly asked her if she were trying to get attention, and to let me know if she wanted me to go stay with one of my old friends some night. Mom had rolled her eyes and said she was showing off for her, not anyone else. That she was enjoying the freedom and didn't care about the attention. Well whether she cared or not, she was getting plenty of it. No matter where we went heads turned. Once Mom took my hand when we were walking through the mall, and said she was going to pretend we were together so they would leave her alone in the stores.

I shrugged and asked why not say I'm her son. Mom winked and said she'd rather them think she was a hot cougar who had herself a boy toy. I laughed my ass off at that one. Mom frowned and told me I was good looking enough to be one. After all she added with a wink, didn't I look just like her? That was undeniable, we not only shared the same big blue eyes, but I had the same blonde hair and fair complexion. Both Mom and I tanned easily and usually were quite dark by the end of the summer. I wasn't sure about boy toy material, but I had never struggled with girls. Between my looks, which like Mom, although not cocky, I knew I was decent looking; and ten years of baseball had given me a fairly muscular physique to go along with my six foot frame.

At that point, although I was quite aware of my mother's body, she was still my mother, and my reaction was to simply shake my head. Then Friday night came and things changed. Like tonight I had decided to stay up late to watch a sox game, and Mom had announced she was going to bed. The sox were playing on the west coast, and I had planned on trying to watch the entire thing. After I caught myself dozing during the fifth inning, I decided to give it up and call it a night. As I made my way down the hallway to my old room, I passed Mom's bedroom and stopped, thinking I'd heard her voice.

Mom's door was open a few inches and I quietly moved over to peek into her room. The other night I'd walked by and heard her crying. I'd stood there awkwardly for a minute then knocked and went in. It was the right move. Between the divorce, being unable to keep me in school, and now leaving her home, it had hit her hard. I sat on her bed and held her as she cried, and then for awhile after she was finished. I stayed in her room and we talked for awhile, then when she looked as if she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, I got a huge smile out of her by tucking her in and she thanked me for coming home to her.

Thinking it might be more of the same, I put my hand on the door ready to push it open when I caught a glimpse of Mom on the bed. She was lying on her back wearing the short red robe she had gone to bed in. The robe was wide open exposing her naked body beneath it. Mom's right hand was playing with her nipple and she was moaning softly. As I stood there frozen, telling myself to walk away, but unable to, I watched Mom's other hand slide down between her thighs. She raised her left leg, bending it at the knee and giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Mom moaned again and she started sliding her leg back and forth as her hand moved faster between her legs.

I heard a noise and realized my mouth was open and I was breathing almost as heavy as she was. With a start, I realized I was getting hard. Mom let out a soft gasp, and bringing my eyes to her face, I felt my cock twitch again at how good she looked. Mom's eyes were closed and her mouth open. Her head was thrown back and her moans were getting louder and coming quicker. As good as her face looked, my eyes made their way down to her tits, and I felt a sigh escape me. Goddamn did they look good! 

Mom's tits were on the smaller side, but perfectly round, with rose colored nipples, that looked even darker due to her tan lines. Those nipples were hard, and I watched transfixed as her long red fingernails teased the right one. Mom released a long moan and pushing with her leg, she lifted her hips off the bed. She started gasping and I did as well. Mom was thrusting her hips hard into her hand, which was moving quickly back and forth. From where I was I couldn't see her pussy, but I could imagine her fingers pumping in and out of it. 

"Ohhh, ohhh yes!" Mom cried out, startling me.

Her long legs straightened and her back arched, her entire body tensed as she strained to cum. Mom cried out again, and then after a long slow moan that caused my cock to start throbbing painfully in my pants, her body relaxed and she slumped back onto the bed gasping. I saw her eyes open, and immediately stepped back away from her door and went to my room. The second I closed the door, I went over to my bed and stripped my pants off. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grabbed my cock and started pumping it furiously. There was a small part of me that tried to tell myself this was wrong, but it was lost behind the vision of my mother's perfect tits and her hips bucking into her hand. As I stroked my cock, I envisioned the look on her face as she played with herself, and could feel my cock starting to twitch in my hand. As I recalled that long slow moan, I gasped and my cock exploded, sending cum spraying all over my stomach and thighs. 

When I finished, I let myself fall back on the bed as Mom had done, and lied there panting for breath. When my body had calmed down, my mind took off as it dawned on me I had just jerked off to my mother. I'd sat up, and after disgustedly wiping myself off with my shorts, tossed on my robe and gone and taken a shower, as if I could wash away what I had just done. The next day it was hard to look at Mom, I felt so guilty. That night I had the dream that had been plaguing me every night since. 

Every night I again saw her naked, and playing with herself, saw that look of ecstasy on her face, and heard those sensual moans. Although I tried to deny it, watching her masturbate had been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Sure I'd been with a few girls and had some fun, but they were girls and just didn't seem to have the raw sex appeal my mother did. After I'd had the dream a couple of nights in a row, the day dreams had started. Mom's outfits were now killing me. I found it almost impossible not to stare at her legs, or check out her ass, when she bent over. 

The last couple of weeks, I had been the victim of every porn cliché in the book. I'd come home from the store one day to catch her just coming out of the shower. She hadn't thought I was home and had barely gotten the towel up in time. Even though she did, I ended up in my room, jerking off to the site of her in just a towel, her wet hair plastered to her back, her skin still damp, from the steamy water. Another night I'd gone by and her door had been open a bit. When I glanced in, she was sitting up reading. I went into my room, and three times found myself back in the hallway. The last time I stayed outside her door, concealed by the darkness of the hallway and just watched her sit there. 

I'd felt like a stalker, but my patience was rewarded. I was just starting to turn around, when I saw her put the book down and slide down onto the bed. Like the first night, Mom undid her robe and opened it. Underneath she was topless, but wearing a pair of black panties. I'd stood there in the hallway and stroking my cock through my shorts, watched my mother get off. When she was finished, I felt a stab of fear go through me as her head turned towards the doorway. I knew she couldn't see me, but swear she looked right at me. As she turned her head away I swore she had a slight smile on her face and wondered if she'd caught me. Of course she hadn't or she sure as hell wouldn't have been smiling.

The worst by far was the swimming pool. The pool had always been Mom's favorite part of the house and she was trying to get as much use out of it as possible during the last few weeks. Mom had already left her job, using her vacation time to pack up, and was spending at least a couple of hours a day sunning herself, and swimming. Her bathing suit was ridiculously small, the top barely covering her nipples, and the bottom was not much more than a thong. I kept trying to stay inside where she at least couldn't see me gawking, but she always told me to come out and enjoy our last few days here. Fortunately, the one situation that never came up was her asking me to put lotion on here. It was bad enough I was envisioning something white and creamy on her skin, I sure as hell didn't need to see it.

Even today during the move she had gotten to me. Wearing just a pair of cut off daisy duke shorts that I had no idea how the hell she got into, and a skimpy little tank top, Mom had both her ass and tits on full display. It seemed as if every time I turned around she was bending over and I was either looking down her shirt or at her ass. At least today I had felt somewhat vindicated. I had enlisted my best friend from high school Bill and his brother Joe to help us load the truck and both seemed to be taking more than a passing interest in Mom. At one point Bill smirked at me and said,

"Joel, I'm not trying to be an asshole, but I'm telling you right now that if your Mom bends over in front of me one more time, I'm going to have to jump in the pool."

As if on cue, Mom sauntered by, carrying a box and I watched Bill watch her swing her hips as she passed. 

"Christ man," He shook his head. "I don't know what the hell your old man is thinking!"

We had started early and had the truck packed by one. After stopping for lunch at a McDonalds we headed for North Carolina, figuring we would drive as far as we could before we got tired. Well that is before I got tired, as Mom had no desire to try to drive the twenty foot U-haul. The ride was not only long, but hard, as in I was a good part of the time. Mom had removed her shoes, and pushing the seat back as far as she could, had placed her bare feet on the dashboard. 

Most of the ride was highway, giving my eyes ample time to keep looking in her direction. I could see her legs without really turning my head, and spent a lot of time staring at her perfectly pedicured red toe nails, and well toned calves. Turning my head under the guise of glancing at the side mirror, I would focus on her smooth tanned thighs, before turning away and trying to will away the hard on that kept trying to push its way through my jeans. 

After a few hours Mom dozed off, and no longer worried about getting caught, I continued to look at her. She had put her hair up and my eyes kept lingering on her neck. As sexy as her legs looked, I found I was getting more aroused by the thought of kissing and sucking on the soft flesh there. I could imagine her moaning and breathing heavy in my ear as I did. Between the vibration of the truck and my impure thoughts there were several times I thought I might actually go off in my pants. 

Now here I was lying next to her in bed and it was killing me. I had no idea what to do about it, and it certainly wasn't anything I could talk about with anyone. I rolled my eyes as I imagined telling Billy, 

"So hey Bill, know how you think my Mom's hot? Well I do too and I've been thinking about fucking her, what do you think?" Yeah, not so much. I'd thought it might pass, but it was getting worse and worse. Mom's behavior was not helping much. She had always been very affectionate with me, a little too much according to dad apparently, and had seemed more so lately. Tonight's little pecks on the lips, brought back fond memories, but also encouraged more taboo thoughts. Even the way she had laid next to me, had gotten me going. 

Maybe the move would help. It would be a new start; she would start meeting new people and maybe find someone. For that matter, I would be working full time for a few months then starting school again, so maybe I'd meet a girl and forget about this sick obsession. In the meantime, I would just have to hope that this thing would run its course, and try to put some distance between us. Find some things to do to keep me out of the house. It was as good a plan as any, but didn't do anything for the current situation. With a sigh I closed my eyes and tried to shut my racing mind and libido down.

My eyes jerked open, at a touch on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Mom lying on her side, looking at me.

"I'm sorry honey," she whispered. "Did I wake you?"

"Uh, yeah, but that's okay." I said 

My eyes left her face to look at her hand which had slid from my shoulder, to rest on my chest.

"Joel, I can't sleep." 

"Lot on your mind?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as Mom started moving her fingers, her long nails lightly caressing me.

"Not my mind," Mom answered while propping herself up on her elbow. "Your mind."

Carefully avoiding looking down at her tits which I'm sure were all but falling out of her shirt, I asked. "What do you mean?"

"I know you've been awake Joel, and I know what you're thinking about."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, did she really know? Trying to play it off I nodded.

"Well there's school, and moving, and...."

"And your mother's legs, and tits and nice soft lips," She smiled. "Both sets I imagine."

"I..." 

Mom stopped me by putting her finger to my lips. Sliding close to me she whispered in my ear.

"Don't even try to deny it Joel, you have a fucking hard on every time I'm in the room, and don't think I didn't see you staring at me in that mirror. You're thinking about fucking me aren't you honey?"

"Of...of course not!" I exclaimed, trying to sound offended. "That would be..."

"Exactly what I want." Mom said softly.

Before I could answer she leaned down and kissed me. Unlike earlier this was no quick peck, but a real kiss. I tried to turn my head away, pretend I didn't want to. But when I felt Mom's soft wet tongue press against my lips, I opened my mouth and moaned as she slid it against my own. Still kissing me, Mom rolled onto her knees so that she was over me, and pressed her mouth harder into mine. Reaching up I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and moaned again as her tongue played across mine. Breaking the kiss, Mom smiled down at me.




The Mother of My Dreams



"Now isn't that better, than lying there thinking about it?"

I looked up at her speechless, her long blond hair was ticking my chest and I could see straight down her shirt. Mom's nipples were hard and as I had been, I quickly looked up to her face to see her still smiling.

"See something you like?"

"I... um..."

"I'm going to make this easy on you honey," Mom said sitting up onto her knees. "I'm not mad baby, and I am going to let you have anything you want."

Anything I wanted! Holy shit, this can't really be happening!

"But," Mom said smirking. "You gotta ask for it."

Cupping her tits through the shirt she asked. "You wanna see them don't you Joel?"

I swallowed hard, trying to force myself to respond. As I hesitated Mom continued.

"I know you do, you wanna see your mothers tits you bad boy." Reaching down Mom pulled her shirt part way up. "All you have to do is say the word."

"Oh damn." I whispered.

"Come on Joel," Mom said lifting the shirt a little higher. "It's just like I told you when you were little, you want something you need to ask for it."

Taking a deep breath I exhaled and whispered, "Mom, may I please see your tits?"

"That's better" Mom asked, and with no hesitation stripped the tank top off and tossed it to the side.

"Oh, Mom." I moaned, my eyes wide at the sight of her tits not more a couple of feet away from me.

Her tits were absolutely perfect, a little small, but round and still firm. Her dark nipples were erect and the tan lines made them look even better.

"You like honey?" 

As she spoke, Mom again cupped them, this time teasing her nails across the nipples.

"Oh Mom, they're beautiful." I whispered.

"Now see was that so hard?" Mom asked.

"No I... ohhh!"

I groaned loudly as reaching down Mom grabbed my hard cock through my shorts.

"Oooh, speaking of hard!" Mom exclaimed, and squeezing my cock for emphasis, made me moan again.

"Damn honey, is that all for me?"

"I...oh yes!" I gasped as she started to slowly stroke it.

"Oh you are so hard for your mother aren't you?" Mom whispered. "What a good boy you are!"

I couldn't answer. Mom had started pumping cock faster and all I could do was lay there and moan. Leaning over, Mom placed her right tit directly over my mouth.

"Go ahead Joel, you know you want too."

I didn't have to be told twice. Opening my mouth, I eagerly sucked on my mother's hard nipple.

"Oh yeah! That's it honey, just like that!" Mom moaned.

The sound of that moan spurred me on, and reaching up I grabbed her other tit and started fondling it. I groaned around her nipple at how good her firm tit felt in my hand, and then gasped as I felt her hand slip inside my shorts and grab my bare cock.

"Oh goddamn are you hard!" Mom whispered.

I looked up and felt a surge of excitement go through me as she licked her lips.

"Oh, Joel I need that cock inside of me," She squeezed it again and added. "Right now."

Leaning back she removed her nipple from my mouth. I made a sound of protest that quickly turned into an excited moan as Mom grabbed my shorts and yanked them down over my hips. My hard cock sprang free and grabbing it, Mom started pumping it hard and fast.

"Oh, this is going to feel sooo good!" Mom said softly as she continued to jerk it off.

I started to try to sit up, but she pushed me back down to the bed.

"Let me honey, you just lie back and let me take care of everything."

Letting go of my cock, Mom swung her leg up across me, and I gasped as I saw she had already removed her shorts when I was asleep. She straddled my waist and I moaned as I could feel the heat of her pussy on my stomach. Leaning down, she found my lips and started kissing me while she rocked her hips, sliding her pussy across me. I couldn't believe how incredible this was! My mother's tongue was in my mouth and I could feel her pussy dripping onto my flesh. 

Leaning back Mom reached down and again grabbed my cock. I felt my body tense in anticipation as I felt her guide my cock to her pussy. We both groaned in pleasure as she started to slide my hard flesh through the soft wet folds of her pussy. Looking down at me Mom smiled,

"Tell me what you..."

Not wanting to be teased, I didn't let her finish.

"Oh Mom, I want you to fuck me!" 

"Oh Joel, that was perfect!"

With that Mom slipped the tip of my cock into her pussy and sat down hard. We both cried out as my hard cock plunged into her hot wet pussy. Mom remained motionless for a moment, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she enjoyed feeling her son inside of her. Leaning over, she braced her hands on my chest and started lifting her hips, sliding my cock in and out her.

"Oh, honey!" She groaned, as she started riding me faster and faster.

I grabbed her hips and started pushing and pulling on them, helping shove my cock in deeper and harder. Mom let herself go, sliding her arms beneath me. She was now resting on my chest and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into me. I moaned as Mom started kissing my neck while her hips bucked up and down on my throbbing cock. 

"Oh Mom," I gasped. "Oh you feel so good!"

"Oh I Like how that sounded honey," Mom panted in my ear. "Say it again!"

I hesitated, trying to speak around my moans of pleasure, and Mom started slamming her hips down even harder.

"Oh Mom!" I cried out as I could feel the cum starting to build within me.

"Oh Joel honey!" She cooed. "Oh keep saying that!"

"Ohhh, Mom!" This came out as a whimper as I could feel the cum beginning to race through my cock. Any second now I would be cumming inside of my mother!

"Oh, Joel!" She cried out again.

"Joel!"

"Mom!"

"Joel!!"

I jerked awake to the sound of Mom calling my name. I sat up quickly; my heart pounding and looking over saw Mom sitting up next to me, her blue eyes wide. 

"Joel, are you okay?" She asked.

I looked at her and nodded. Holy shit had that dream been vivid. On that note I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. I'd had the dream with mom laying a foot away from me. What if...

"Lay back honey." Mom said, placing her hand on my shoulder and pushing me back down to the pillow. "You okay, you want some water?"

"No," I panted. "I...I'm okay."

"That was some dream I take it." 

I looked into her eyes, trying to decide what she meant by that. Her expression seemed to be one of concern; maybe I could get out of this.

"Umm, yeah." I nodded.

"You're sweating and you were calling out in your sleep."

Oh boy. I thought, but aloud, said. "Yeah, it was a pretty bad dream."

"Oh?' Mom cocked her head at me. "You had a nightmare?"

"Well yeah," I said nervously.

Mom nodded, and looked down for a moment. As my heart slowed down, I became aware that I was hard and was thankful the sheet was still pulled up over my waist.

"That's odd," Mom began as she looked back up at me. "You were calling for me."

"I...I was?" 

"Yeah, a few times."

I forced myself to laugh.

"Guess I was scared and wanted my mom."

"Really?" Mom asked smirking. "That's all it was?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah sure, what..."

"Well that's kind of strange Joel." Mom began, cutting me off. "Because usually when a young man is scared and calling for his Mother he doesn't have one of these."

Reaching down Mom grabbed my cock through the sheet and squeezed it.

"Now do they?" She asked, staring me in the eye.

"I..."

"I think it's time we talked Joel."

*****

I lied there staring at Mom, and like in my dream, I was speechless. What the hell was I going to say? Making it even harder to think was the fact that Mom was still holding my cock. She gave it a squeeze that caused me to moan despite myself, then letting it go, looked down at me.

"Well Joel?" She asked.

"Mom I...I'm sorry." I blurted out. "I know it's wrong and I...I don't know why I've been having those dreams and..."

"Calm down," Mom said quietly. "Just talk to me honey; you were always able to talk to me about anything."

As she spoke, Mom laid back down on her side next to me. She propped herself on her elbow and rested her hand on my shoulder. It dawned on me that this was the exact position she had been in when she woke me up in my dream. I tried to look at her face, but was too embarrassed. Putting my head down, I said quietly, "I'm sorry Mom. I can't imagine what you think of me."

"You've been having these dreams for awhile haven't you?" She asked.

"I...how do you know?"

"Because, you were moaning on the couch before you came to bed tonight." She said 

"Oh." I said feeling stupid.

"I'm pretty sure you've been having them since you watched me..." She smirked. "Entertain myself a couple of weeks ago."

"You knew I was there?" I asked.

I tried to sit up so I could turn and face her, but she pushed down on my shoulder, keeping me there.

"Not during, but I saw you move when I was finished."

"I..." I shook my head. "Mom look, it was..."

"The first time." She continued. "The second time I knew you were there."

"You...you knew?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah." Mom said quietly. "After the first night, I felt bad. But after that I noticed you kept looking at me. I mean really looking at me. And I..." she shrugged and it was her turn to look away from me. "I liked it."

I stared at her not knowing what to say, part of me was wondering if I were still dreaming. Mom turned her face back to me and to my surprise slid closer. I swallowed hard as I could feel her tits pressing against my arm. I became aware of the fact that although I was nervous my cock was still semi hard.

"I love you looking at me Joel." She said softly. "So much that I've been showing off for you and loving every minute of it."

Mom's face was so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek as she spoke.

"You were doing it on purpose?"

"Oh come on Joel, you had to know." She said. "I mean that bikini? The robe? Hell tonight I wasn't even wearing a shirt!" She grinned at me. "I saw you looking in the mirror honey."

"Oh shit." I said. "I'm sorry Mom I..."

"Why?"

"Why was I looking?" I tried to come up with something more than I wanted too. "Well..."

"No honey, why are you sorry?"

I started to continue to apologize, when I realized what she'd said.

"Well, it's wrong." I told her. "You're..."

"It's wrong to want somebody?" Mom asked.

"It's wrong to want your mother." 

"Not if she wants you too." She said quietly.

"What?" I asked, that was it, I was still dreaming. Any minute now I would...

All thoughts stopped as Mom leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I tried to pull back, but my head was on the pillow and I had nowhere to go. Mom's kiss was soft and teasing, her lips sliding lightly back and forth against mine. I moaned in my throat, and giving in, kissed her back. I moaned again, and felt my cock become fully erect as I heard her moan softly as well. Removing her lips from mine, she trailed them across my cheek until they were pressed against my ear.

"I've been dreaming about you too honey and I don't care if it's wrong." She paused to lightly kiss my neck just below my ear, "All that matters is that you want me, and I love that you do."

"Mom I don't know about this." Confronted by my fantasy becoming a reality, I found myself hesitating. It was wrong, and what if someone found out?

"Yes you do honey." Mom's hand slid down my chest and I gasped as she reached under the sheet and grabbed my cock through the shorts. "Oh, yes you do!" She moaned in my ear.

Her moan caused my cock to jump in her hand and I began to breathe heavier as all of the forbidden things I'd been thinking of started running through my mind.

"It's been so long since I've felt wanted." Mom continued. "Well for more than just sex." She kissed my neck again. "And you want me for more than that don't you honey? You want to be good to your mother don't you?"

"Oh yes." I whispered, turning my head so that we were looking at each other.

Mom started to speak and this time it was me who stopped her with a kiss. This kiss was harder and more passionate. I pressed my lips hard to hers and she groaned as I did. A moment later I felt her tongue pushing against my lips and immediately opened my mouth to accept it. We both sighed softly as our tongues played across each other. Mom's hand was still on my cock and I released a loud moan into her mouth as she began stroking it. I started to roll over onto my side, but pushing me back, Mom sat up, stripped her shirt off and laying down on top of me started kissing me again. 

I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest and sliding my hand between us, I captured one between my fingers. Mom moaned and lifting her face from mine, slid up higher, shoving her tit into my face.

"Oh yes!" She groaned as I eagerly sucked her hard nipple into my mouth and began swirling my tongue around it. 

Reaching under my head, Mom lifted it, shoving her tit further into my mouth.

"Oh honey, that feels so fucking good!" she exclaimed. "Oh, look at you sucking your mother's tit!"

I couldn't count how many things were wrong with what she just said, but I couldn't care less. All I knew was that I was sucking on the hottest tit I'd ever seen, and didn't give a rat's ass who it belonged to. Mom removed her nipple from my mouth and immediately replaced it with the other one. Reaching up, I put my arms around her and started rubbing the smooth flesh of her back as I feverishly tongued her hard nipple. Mom reached down behind her, and sliding her hand inside of my shorts grabbed my cock.  

The feeling of her hand on my bare cock caused me to release her nipple.

"Oh goddamn!" I exclaimed.

"Goddamn is right honey!" Mom said, giving my cock a hard pump that caused my hips to twitch off of the bed. "You do want me don't you?"

"Yes, oh yes!" I groaned. 

Mom was pumping my cock faster and I started thrusting my hips into her hand. I'd been so horny all night that I could already feel myself getting close. 

"Oh someone likes that don't they?" She asked, smiling at my moans. 

I started to answer, but all that came out was a disappointed groan as Mom released my cock. 

"No worries honey, I'm not going to tease you." Leaning down she swung her tits across my face, her nipples just brushing my lips. "I just thought I'd give you what you really want."

Mom kissed me again, and then sliding her lips down, started kissing my neck. I laid there moaning at the sensation of her incredibly soft lips on my skin. Her blond hair was tickling my chest and again I could feel those hard nipples pushing against me. As she kissed me I let my hands roam over her back and sides, relishing how soft and smooth she was. Mom must have been enjoying as well. Turning on her knees so that she was sideways with her face buried in my neck, she raised her ass in the air, inviting me to grab it.

I let out a sigh as my hand slid down the small of her back and placed it on her ass. The shorts were riding up, and reaching down further, I felt her bare ass under my hand. Her round firm cheek fit perfectly in my large hand and we both groaned as I gave it a hard squeeze. Mom's lips had left my neck, and I gasped as I felt her soft wet tongue flicking across my nipple. I squeezed her ass harder and felt something wet along the side of my hand. Oh my God, I thought as I realized she had soaked right through the flimsy shorts.

Mom moaned around my nipple, then switched to the other. I'd never had my nipples sucked on before and was surprised at how damn good it felt. Getting bolder, I shifted my hand to the side and slipped my fingers over the wet crotch of her shorts.

"Ohhh," Mom sighed, as my fingers rubbed over her pussy.

Even through the shorts I could feel my finger sliding between her lips, and was amazed at how fucking hot it felt. I was getting ready to slip my finger inside when I became aware of Mom's lips leaving my nipples and sliding down my stomach. I looked away from her ass to see her kissing my lower stomach, just inches from my cock. I stopped moving my fingers and stared transfixed by the site of her blond hair fanned across my stomach and her beautiful face sliding ever closer to my throbbing dick.

I felt Mom tug on my shorts and immediately lifted my hips, letting her push them down my thighs. As soon as she had, she grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. I moaned as some of my precum squirted out and dripped down onto her hand.

"Oh, look at that." she whispered, licking her lips.

Mom lowered her head until her mouth was just over my cock. I was in sensory overload, trying to take in everything at once. The feeling of her long hair across my stomach and thighs, the site of her slender fingers and red nails wrapped around my hard flesh, and most of all her face hovering directly over the dripping head of my swollen cock. The site of my cock near her face won out, as bending her head, Mom rubbed it along the side of her face. 

"Oh my God." I said softly as the length of my cock was resting along her face. 

My hips twitched as she placed a soft kiss on my balls and sticking her tongue out slid it up along the length of my shaft. When she reached the top she looked at me and asked, "That feel good honey, you been thinking about that?"

"I..." 

I tried to get a grip on myself and speak. Right now the only thing running through my mind was the thought that I was about to get a blow job from my mother. Swallowing hard I managed to whispered, "I've been dreaming of it."

"Oh, me too honey." 

Mom paused and flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock. When she brought her head back up there was a line of my sticky pre cum trailing from her tongue. Sucking her tongue back into her mouth, she moaned, "Hmmm that's good."

When she moaned her eyes rolled back in her head and the look of absolute lust on her face caused my hips to thrust upwards. My cock pushed against her lips, and to my dismay she raised her head.

"Easy honey," She said looking at me while she started slowly pumping my cock. "It's not nice to shove it down your mother's throat you know."

"I..I'm sorry!" I groaned. "I didn't mean too..."

Mom laughed.

"Really Joel, does it look like I care?" Leaning down, she opened her mouth and taking just the tip of my cock into it, sucked hard.

"Oh damn!" I groaned, forcing my hips to stay still.

Mom had sucked so hard that there was a popping sound when she released my cock.

"But really honey, you just lay there and relax." She again bent her head, this time swirling her tongue around the head purple head of my aching dick. "That's right baby, your mother's going to take good care of you, know why?"

My response became a cry of pleasure as opening her mouth she took my cock into it, and in one smooth motion took me all the way into her throat. I felt her lips touch my balls, then just as quickly she removed it. 

"Because you have been taking damn good care of me lately, and I want to give you everything you want." She sighed, and after kissing the tip added. "And I know you're going to take good care of me tonight, aren't you honey?"

"Anything you want!" I whispered, staring at her now glistening face next to my cock. 

"Oh I like that Joel," Mom replied. "You are a good son aren't you?"

"I want to be good to you." I answered as I started to rub her pussy through her shorts again.

"Hmmm, and I want you to be," Looking down at my cock, she squeezed it hard. "Oh, how I want you to be."

Mom tossed her head to the side so that her hair wasn't in the way and I had a full view of her about to start blowing me. I watched as she again rubbed my cock along her face. As before there was a look of pure desire on her face as she prepared to go down on me. To my dismay I found myself having a moment of doubt. Was this what I really wanted? Mom had been sheltered and lonely her whole life, was I taking advantage of her, the way other guys would? 




The Mother of My Dreams



"A...are you sure?" I asked, part of me was screaming to shut up, but I needed to know she was really okay, "You...you don't have to, I..."

"I want to Joel, "Mom whispered, kissing the tip of my cock. "I want too, because you want me. Who should I do this for? Some asshole from work who'll tell his friends he fucked me? Some loser at a bar?"

Looking up at me, she smiled.

"Or should I give it to a good looking young man that loves me." She pushed her lips out in a pout and with her big blue eyes wide asked, "You love me don't you honey?"

"Oh yes." I said. I wasn't sure in what way she meant, but Mom quickly cleared that up.

"And I love you Joel,." She licked her lips again. "Oh, yes honey, we are going to love each other in every way." 

Giving my cock a couple of hard pumps that made me moan, she said.

"Now enough talk honey, we can do that later; right now you just tell me what you want."

Taking a deep breath, I whispered.

"Lynn, I want you to..."

"Lynn?" Mom asked, letting my cock go."Since when do you call me by my first name?"

"I..." Confused, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Since when would you, you know...."

"Suck your cock? Right now honey, but you call me mom, even during this. Other guys would call me Lynn, but only you call me mom, and I loved hearing you call it out during your dream," Grabbing my cock again, she continued. "Oh, you made me so wet the way you called for me, so do as I tell you Joel, tell your mother what you want."

Up until now I hadn't thought I could get any harder, or that this whole thing couldn't get any hotter, but hearing her tell me how wet I made her erased the last of any doubts I had. Looking into her eyes I said.

"Mom, I want you to suck my cock, just like I dreamed about."

"Oh, it will be better than your dreams honey."

Taking the head of my cock into her warm wet mouth, she started slowly sliding it into her throat. Reaching down, I gently placed my hand on the back of her head, as teasingly, an inch at a time, she took my aching prick further into her mouth. As she worked those soft lips and wet tongue down my shaft, her big blue eyes were looking straight into mine

Mom was sideways to me, and her head was turned as she sucked on me, causing my cock to bend forward. As she took me all the way in, I could see her lips touching the base of my shaft. I groaned and unable to help it, thrust my hips as her tongue slipped out and licked my balls, while having me completely engulfed in her mouth. Holy shit, my mother was deep throating me! Mom slurped her way back up to the tip of my cock, and after swirling her tongue around the tip started bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm, that felt incredible. The entire time she was sucking on me, her eyes never left mine, and I swear the sight of her enjoying sucking me, was getting to me almost as much as how good it felt.

Speaking of feeling good, Mom did expect me to take care of her, and I did not want to disappoint. Sliding my hand up to the top of her shorts, I slipped it inside of them. After giving her round little ass a good squeeze, I slipped my fingers between her legs and for the first time, touched my mother's pussy. Mom moaned around my cock and I groaned as well. Jesus Christ was she wet! My fingers slid easily through the wet folds of her silky flesh. I started to rub them up and down, and Mom again moaned her approval around my throbbing prick. Slipping my hand from her shorts, I grabbed the edge of them and shoved them down over her ass. 

Mom, shifted again, turning so that her ass was pointing towards me. This changed the angle of her sucking and I let out a long moan as I could feel my cock now going even deeper into her amazing mouth. I pulled her shorts down to where her knees were bent, and for the first time since she started, I took my eyes from the sight of Mom blowing me and stared at her ass. 

"Oh yes." I sighed as I took in not only the sight of her round firm ass, but could see her pussy winking out from between her thighs. 

Mom's pussy was smooth and even in the weak light from the bathroom several feet away, I could see it was glistening. Putting my hand between her legs, I again rubbed it through her lips. Mom's hips twitched against me, and I heard her moan softly around my cock. Sliding my fingers down the length of her pussy, I gasped as I felt her hard clit beneath the tips of my fingers. I started rubbing my fingers in slow circles pushing on her clit as I did. Mom removed my cock from her mouth and panted, "Ohhh honey, oh right there!"

Mom immediately went back to sucking my cock, but this time not only was she sucking faster, but I felt her hand start to pump me as well. I gasped at the sensation of her jerking me off as she blew me. I could feel my thighs starting to shake, and trying to hold back, focused my attention back on Mom's pussy. Mom's pussy! Oh that sounded so right and wrong at the same time. Going with how right it all felt, I slid my fingers up from her clit and after a brief pause, shoved two fingers inside of her. 

Mom cried out around my cock and immediately started rocking her hips back and forth into my me. Her pussy was hot, wet, and amazingly tight. I started thrusting my fingers in and out in time with her movements, and she groaned each time my fingers plunged inside. She was so wet I could hear my fingers slipping into her. I moaned as I saw them glistening with her juice and resisted the urge to take them from her pussy and shove them in my mouth. Speaking of mouths, Mom's was devouring my cock as if she couldn't get enough of it. She was sucking me hard and fast and I could hear slurping sounds each time she removed it from her throat.

Slipping my thumb back I found her clit, and as I continued to thrust my fingers into her sopping wet pussy, began to rub it in hard fast circles. Mom squealed around my cock and the sound caused me to lose control and start bucking my hips into her mouth.

"Mmm-hmm!" Mom encouraged, around my cock. 

"Ohhh Mom!" I moaned as I could feel the cum building in my balls.

I moved my thumb faster and pushed my fingers harder into her pussy, as I got closer and closer to cumming. Mom was not just rocking her hips, but shaking her ass into my hand causing me to push harder on her clit. The sight of that beautiful ass caused my cock to twitch and turning my head to look down at my mother, I let out a long moan. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Mom was sucking my cock like a porn star, effortlessly taking it all the way to my balls with every suck. She was sweating and her blond hair was plastered to her face. 

Seeing my glistening cock sliding in and out from between my mother's full lips was more than I could handle. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, and felt an instant of panic; should I just cum in her mouth?

"Mom," I moaned. "I...I'm going to... oh fuck!"

As soon as I had started to say I was cumming, Mom reached down and grabbing my balls, gave them a gentle squeeze. I went off like a rocket. I cried out like an idiot as I felt my cum spurt into my mother's mouth. Mom moaned as well, as she stopped sucking my cock, and holding just the tip of it in her mouth, began furiously pumping it. I bucked my hips and moaned as she jerked me off into her mouth. I came harder than I could ever remember, every time Mom pumped her fist, I felt another squirt of cum enter her mouth. After one last thrust of my hips, I had nothing left, and slumped back into the pillow gasping for breath. I watched wide eyed as Mom slipped my cock from her mouth and licking her lips, winked at me.

"Oh someone came hard!" She said, giving my cock a playful kiss.

"Oh yeah." I whispered.

"Now what about me baby?" She pouted. The sight of her pouting with my now dripping cock still in her hand sent a shudder though me. "Don't I get to cum too?"

Snapping myself out of my stupor, I realized my fingers were still inside her pussy. I started to move my thumb over her clit, but Mom turned to the side. I heard my fingers slide from inside of her, and immediately put my fingers into my mouth. I sucked hard on them and now it was my eyes that rolled at the sweet taste of my mother's forbidden fruit. I looked up to see Mom leaning over me. Taking my hand and tugging my fingers from my mouth, she bent her head and sucked them into hers. She winked at me as her tongue swirled around them.

Slipping my hand from her mouth, she leaned down and kissed me. She was positioned directly over me, and wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her down to me. Mom sighed as my tongue pushed into her mouth and my hands caressed her back. She slid her arms under me, and I couldn't believe how good her body felt pressed against mine. I was aware of her wet pussy pressing into my thigh, and unable to hold back any longer, I twisted my shoulders to the side and rolled us over, so that I was looking down at her.

Mom laughed and smiled up at me. I smiled back and leaning down, kissed her.

"Damn you're beautiful." I told her.

"So are you Joel," She replied, then smiling added. "Now show me how beautiful you think I am."

Not needing to be told twice, I leaned down and nuzzling my face into her neck moaned in pleasure as I finally kissed the tender flesh that I had been staring at for weeks. Mom sighed contentedly and started running her finger nails across my back while I took my time licking and sucking her tanned skin. As she had done, I trailed my lips down to her chest, before eagerly sucking her left nipple into my mouth. 

Mom moaned and arched her back, pushing her nipple deeper into my mouth. I brought my other hand around and started fondling her right tit. I squeezed it gently, loving the feeling of her nipple pressing into the palm of my hand. Her leg slid across mine and I felt my shorts being pushed all the way down to my ankles. I kicked them off while still swirling my tongue around her nipple, then moaned as I felt both of her legs drape themselves across mine. We were both sweating and the sensation of our bodies tangled together was better than I could have imagined. 

I felt Mom push on my shoulder, and looking up from her tit, I saw her smile and wink. She pushed again, and my heartbeat picked up as I got her meaning. Releasing her nipple, I let my tongue trace a wet line down her soft flat stomach. I slid down the bed until I was lying between her legs. Despite the fact I had cum minutes ago, I felt my cock start to stiffen as my face was poised less than a foot from my mother's pussy. Leaning in, I kissed the inside of her thigh and sucked her flesh gently into my mouth. She moaned and I could feel her legs trembling against my shoulder. I took a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of her pussy.

Lifting my head from her thigh, I licked my lips at the sight of the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen. Mom had an adorable patch of blond fuzz just above her pussy, but the rest was silky smooth and glistening. Using my fingers, I gently spread her pussy open and blew lightly on her clit. Mom's hips twitched; shoving her pussy in my face. With no hesitation I leaned in and plunged my tongue into her hot little box. Mom's squeal of delight caused my cock to begin to press into the mattress. I swirled my tongue around inside of her, savoring her scent and taste. Removing my tongue, I pressed my lips to her pussy and sucked hard. 

Mom cried out and I moaned as I was rewarded with a mouthful of her delicious nectar. She put her hand on my shoulder and again I plunged my tongue inside of her and keeping it rigid, started bobbing my head slightly. I winced as her nails dug into my shoulder, but hearing her moans was more than worth it. Slipping my tongue from inside of her, I teasingly trailed it up towards her clit. Mom bucked her hips and her hand shifted to my hair, urging me to reach her sweet spot. Wanting to take my time, and impress her, show her I wasn't an impatient kid, I gently flicked my tongue through the folds of her pussy. 

She groaned, and I felt her legs tensing around me as she lifted her pussy into my face.

"Ohhh don't tease baby, please, it's been so long!"

Spurred on by her plea, I swirled my tongue around her clit, then fastening my lips to her swollen button, sucked it into my mouth. 

"Oh yes!" Mom exclaimed, as I started sucking her clit in and out of my mouth.

Sliding my hand up I plunged two fingers into her slippery slit, and started pumping them in and out. Mom moaned and began rocking her hips into my thrusting fingers. I started sucking her clit faster, and harder, my lips making smacking sounds, as I released her clit, and then sucked it back in again. Mom was now making soft whimpering noises that had me as hard as I had been before, and I could feel her legs trembling. I pumped my fingers harder into her, amazed at how tight she was, and wondering what it was going to feel like around my once again throbbing cock. Mom let out a long shuddering moan and started bucking her hips harder into my tongue and fingers. Taking a chance, I slid a third finger into her pussy, and shoved them in as deep as I could.

Mom raised her legs and bracing her soft feet on my shoulders, lifted her hips into my face and started gasping each time I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Oh, Oh," she moaned. "Oh, honey just a little more! I..."

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I caught it between my teeth and gave it a gentle nip.

Mom let out a long loud wail and started bucking her hips wildly into my face. Wrapping my arm around her thigh, I held my face tightly to her pussy and continued to tongue her clit. Mom was thrusting her hips into my fingers hard enough to make a wet squishing sound, and continued to let out loud squeals of delight as she ground her pussy into my face. Mom's loud cries were turning into soft whimpers and her hips began to slow down. I could feel her juices dripping out around my fingers and slid them from her pussy. I released her clit and again plunged my tongue into her gushing pussy. Mom cried out, and I moaned as my mouth was filled with her sticky fluid. I felt her legs push hard against my shoulders, then with a soft sigh, she slid her legs from my shoulders, entire body going limp.

"Oh damn did I need that." She panted.

I rose up to my knees and looked down at her, I was between her thighs and my cock was pointing directly at her dripping pussy. I stayed there unsure of what to do, when Mom whispered, "Oh, look at that!"

Looking up at me she asked softly, "You ready to make your dreams come true honey?"

"Oh please." I said as I stared down at her gorgeous body spread out before me. Her tits were covered with a sheen of sweat, and all I wanted was to have them in my mouth again. 

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Raising her legs, Mom placed her feet on my chest and slid herself down so that her pussy was just under my cock. Grabbing it, I slid my cock along the length of her slippery pussy.

"Oh, yeah, rub it up and down." 

I did as she said, sliding the tip through her soft wet flesh. Mom moaned and whispered,

"Go ahead, but easy honey. It's been awhile and, "She winked at me. "You're not small are you?"

Placing the head of my dick at the edge of her lips, I pushed my hips forward, and slowly entered my mother. We both gasped as my hard flesh slipped into her tight pussy. 

"Oh damn!" Mom groaned as I pushed more of my cock inside of her.

I groaned as well, straining to not give into the desire to drive my cock hard into her. Instead I eased myself in a little further, and was rewarded with another groan.

"Oh, you feel so good!" She whispered. She moaned as I went in a little more, then looking me in the eye said, "Go ahead baby, all the way in."

I pushed the rest of my cock into her and moaned at the look of pleasure on my mother's face as I filled her tight pussy. I pulled out halfway and slowly thrust myself back into her. 

"Hmm, yeah honey nice and slow."

Wrapping my arms around her thighs I started moving my hips, pumping my cock slowly in and out of her. Mom sighed each time I entered her and I found myself waiting to wake up. This couldn't be real; I couldn't really be fucking my mother could I? It felt pretty goddamn real that was for sure. In fact nothing had ever felt better. Egged on by her moans, I started moving faster and sliding out further with each thrust. Dropping her feet from my chest, Mom reached her arms out to me and whispered, "Come down here honey." 

I straightened my legs and bracing my arms on either side of her shoulders, positioned myself directly over her. Mom smiled and reaching up, put her hands on my arms and squeezed. 

"Oh honey, you feel so good!" She groaned as I eased myself all the way into her. "Oh, so good!"

I started pumping my hips in a slow steady rhythm, and was glad I had already cum, so that I could enjoy taking my time. Beneath me, Mom looked amazing. Just like in my dreams her eyes were closed, and her lips parted, moaning softly each time I pushed into her. Her perfect rose colored nipples were hard, and her tits themselves were swaying back and forth as I thrust into her. Bending my head, I started tonguing her nipple as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her incredible pussy.

"Oh yes," She cooed."Oh honey, you are being sooo good to me!"

Leaving her tit, I brought my face to hers and kissed her. Mom kissed me back eagerly, her lips pressing hard into mine. She opened her mouth, and I felt her tongue dart in between my lips. We both sighed as our lips slid across each other and our tongues teased the inside of our mouths. Sliding her hands around my neck, Mom tugged me down to her

"Come here, honey," She whispered in my ear. "Nice and close, I want to feel all of you."

I slid my arms beneath her shoulders and let my weight go. I sighed at the sensation of her nipples, and sweaty body pressed against mine. Mom wrapped her legs around my hips, drawing me even deeper into her. I was moving slowly, and after a couple of minutes, Mom began moving her hips, matching my strokes. My face was nuzzled into her neck and I started gently kissing the flesh just beneath her ear. This was better than I could have ever imagined! I'd been with several girls, but none had ever felt this good! I started thrusting my hips harder into her, but Mom said softly in my ear.

"Slow baby, take your time and just love me."

I slowed down as she asked, and she sighed in my ear. I continued to enjoy kissing her, and as I sucked on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, Mom began to whisper in my ear.

"I know your young honey, and I know you want to do it every way."

"Oh, yeah." I answered as I envisioned her on top of me, her tits dangling over my face.

"And we will," She said. "I promise we will, but this first time, just go nice and easy with me, I've wanted to be loved for so long."

I slowed down even more as what she said dawned on me.

"First time?" I asked. For some reason, I thought this might be a one time, 'oh fuck it' kind of thing. "You mean we can..."

"Of course we'll do it again." she whispered. "You think I'm breaking the rules for a onetime thing?"

Mom paused to moan as my cock pushed deep inside of her.

"Oh no, honey, I've waited too long for this. You and I are going to have so much fun! We..."

"Long time?" I stopped moving, but Mom thrust her hips up into me and I started fucking her again. "You mean since I came back?"

"Oh no Joel," Mom groaned out. "I've wanted you for a long time baby. We were always close, and I loved how you kissed me and looked at me."

I recalled my father's comment again, about how he had to fight with Mom to stop kissing me. I felt a thrill go through me as I realized we had always wanted each other. I started driving myself harder into her pussy. I was still moving slowly, but each time I entered her I pushed as hard as I could, trying to feel as much of her hot flesh around me as possible.




The Mother of My Dreams



"Oh yes," Mom cooed in my ear. "I wanted you honey, but it was wrong then. Your father was around, and you were young." She let out a squeal as excited by her words, I was unable to help slamming my cock into her. "But he's gone now, and you're a man now."

Mom squealed again as I started pumping her faster.

"Oh such a man!" She exclaimed.

Mom started moving her own hips faster, meeting my thrusts and causing us both to moan. Turning her head, Mom kissed my neck and as we continued to enjoy each other began to speak again.

"And like I said honey, I promise we'll do whatever you want, next time. Anything you want!" She groaned in my ear. "We'll give each other everything we need. You can be my sweet lover, and I'll be your dirty girl, oh yes I will!"

"Oh damn." I whispered at her words.

Anything I wanted! My mind was assaulted with a barrage of images; Mom on top of me, bent over in front of me with that gorgeous ass in the air, the two of us in the shower, everything!. I let out a whimper and started fucking her harder. I could feel the cum beginning to build up and knew I was getting close. 

"Oh that's it baby!" Mom cried out. "Go ahead and let me have it!"

"Oh Mom, "I moaned, feeling myself getting closer with each thrust into her hot wet pussy. 

I lost the battle and no longer able to control myself I started fucking her hard and fast. Mom cried out in my ear and wrapping her arms and legs even tighter around me, started bucking her hips into mine. I could hear my cock plunging in and out of her sopping wet box, and knowing it was going to be any minute now, started to pull back so I could pull it out.

"Oh no baby!" Mom told me. "Stay right where you are I want to feel it inside of me!"

"But I..." I moaned as it was too late; I was right on the edge.

"It's okay, I'm on... Ohhhh yes!"

We both cried out in ecstasy, as with one more thrust, my cock exploded. Mom let out a low moan as my cum shot deep inside of her. I gasped as she started slamming her hips into me even harder while holding me close to her. Although I had cum not long ago, I didn't think I would ever stop cumming! We both groaned as with every thrust I sprayed more of my cum into her. 

"Oh honey!" Mom purred in my ear as I continued to paint the inside of her pussy. "Oh, that is sooo nice!"

I let out a pitiful sounding whimper as my cock gave up the last few drops it had, and letting my weight go, I slumped down on top of her breathing hard.

"Easy honey," Mom whispered in my ear as she started running her fingers through my thick blond hair. "Just relax and enjoy."

My breathing started to slow and I tried to roll over, but Mom held me tightly to her.

"Stay right here Joel," She said softly. "Just let me hold you."

She didn't have to twist my arm. I laid there with my face nestled in her neck and sighed contentedly as her fingers lightly rubbed my back. Mom was quiet, and I enjoyed listening to her breath in my ear. I felt my cock start to grow soft inside of her, and she sighed as she felt it too. After several minutes, she unwrapped her legs from my waist, and I rolled over onto my back.

As soon as I did, Mom rolled over onto her side and pressing herself against me, rested her head on my shoulder. As I stared up at the ceiling, Mom put her arm around my waist and released a long satisfied sigh.

"Oh honey, you and I are going to have such a good time together!" 

As good as that sounded, and as incredible as it felt, I found myself frowning.

"Mom, I... I mean what we just did was kind of..."

"Wrong?" She asked. "Says who? You want me, I want you, who gives a shit about right and wrong." Turning her head, she kissed my cheek. "Tell me honey, did that feel wrong to you?"

"It felt amazing." I told her. "I..."

"I love you Joel, I really do." Mom said. "In every sense of the word, " She paused and asked quietly. "Don't you love me?"

With no hesitation I answered. "I do love you Mom, I..." I lifted my arm putting it around her shoulder. "I always have, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

"Aww, you are a sweetie." She said kissing me again, then giggling she added. "And you smell like my pussy, you naughty boy."

Just her saying the word pussy, made my heart skip a beat. Anything, she had said. What the hell was I worried about. Then it struck me.

"Mom, what about other people, I mean if someone found..."

"Don't you get it Joel?" Mom asked, as she began tracing her red fingernails across my sweat slicked chest.

"Get what?"

"No one knows us honey! The only person in all of North Carolina that knows us is Jill, and she lives on the other side of town, we'll hardly see her. No one will know who we really are to each other!"

"You mean you want us to be..." I trailed off as what she was saying hit me.

"That's right Joel, to our neighbors you and I are just a couple." She laughed. "Like I said in the mall, I'll be your hot little cougar, and you can be my young stud!"

"I never thought of that, that we could..."

"Well I have honey, I've been thinking of it ever since you came back, and I knew you'd seen me, and you kept looking. It's a whole new start Joel! You'll be able to go back to school, and we'll have a great life!"

"It sounds good." I told her. "But..."

"No buts honey." She kissed my cheek again. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun! We'll go out, and I'll dress nice and sexy for you! You'll be staring at me all night knowing that when we go home we're going to take good care of each other!"

"Damn." I said, shit did that sound incredible.

"But remember, when we're out I'm Lynn, but when we're home I'm Mom understand?"

"Okay I guess." I said. "It's just kind of..."

"I love being your Mom Joel, and I love hearing you say it in that way, love you wanting your mother." She laughed. "Remember what I always said, if you're under my roof it's my rules right?"

"Whatever you say Mom." I laughed.

"Now that's better."

Turning my head, I looked into her big blue eyes and whispered, "I love you Mom."

"I love you too honey." 

Leaning up, she gave me a long lingering kiss. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head on my chest and sighed.

"You feel so good honey" She said.

"So do you Mom," I told her wrapping my arm tightly around her. "I can't believe we're going to be together like this."

"Well it's like I always told you when you were a kid honey," she paused to flick her tongue across my nipple causing me to release a surprised moan. "Keep dreaming, because sometimes dreams come true."

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