5 comments/ 47235 views/ 21 favorites Ambien Ch. 01: The Beginning By: StoryPal "Uunnngghh," Dirk moaned as he ejaculated into the facial tissues in his hand. Masturbating to his favorite fantasy, his hot mother, he felt that this momentary pleasure, intense as it was, would pale in comparison to the fulfillment of his heartfelt desire. He and his mother lived alone after his father left for a younger woman. In Dirk's fantasies, the potential was always there, keeping his hope alive that he might, someday, realize some of them, making love with his mother. Still, Dirk was wary of approaching her to pursue his desire. She had never given him any overt indication that she might be interested. And sex between a mother and son was such a forbidden subject that he feared her probable rejection. Even if she was kind about rejecting him, he was afraid that her rejection would forever change the close relationship they shared. The pleasure of his fantasy was one of Dirk's reasons for masturbating on this morning. He and his mother were to go for a special brunch together, followed by visits to some of the museums and galleries she loved so much. He didn't want this special day to be marred by a hard-on tenting his trousers. Dirk often sported a hard-on when around his mother but thought he was somewhat successful in hiding his protruding member. He habitually wore slightly baggy trousers to leave room and underwear that encouraged his hard-on to point up rather than out. As hard as he got, down was not an option. Thoughts about making this a special day for his mother resurrected his cock and he gathered more tissues. Reclining naked on his bed, his reviving member standing proudly above his pelvis, he drew comfort from knowing that his mother wouldn't get out of bed for another hour. Then she would get ready for their outing. Dirk welcomed his second hard-on of the day. Each additional time he masturbated would make it easier to control his rampant cock while he and his mother explored some of her favorite activities. Slipping into his fantasies of shared sexual pleasures with his beautiful, sexy mother, he gently stroked his hardening cock, synchronizing his touch with his increasingly intimate fantasy of being with his mother. A soft rapping at his door sent a shock of fear through his chest. Had he fallen asleep? Had the expected hour evaporated in a fantasy slumber? He relinquished his hold on his hard-on and glanced at his clock. No, the time was as he expected. It had to be his mother knocking at his door but she should still be sleeping, under the influence of her nightly dose of Ambien. When he returned his gaze to the already opened door, he saw his mother standing there, dressed in a short, translucent nightgown. He saw the loveliness of her mostly bare legs, the outline of her slender-waisted figure through the nightgown and the bumps of her erect nipples in front. With the vision of his mother before him, he felt his cock fully harden. He looked at his mother's face to see if she was shocked by seeing his hard-on standing up so proudly from his naked torso. But she didn't look shocked. Her rapt gaze was locked on his hard, erect cock. "That's a nice cock," she murmured softly, "a very nice cock." Her statement was the last thing Dirk expected to hear from his mother. What was going on? Why was she focused on his hard-on instead of meeting his gaze? She took three slow steps into the room, her gaze still locked on his erection. "Oh, yes, that's a nice cock," she said softly. "It's so much nicer than what I've been getting." Ambien! That had to be it! It was an hour before she was supposed to get out of bed and she must still be under the influence of her Ambien, having an Ambien moment! Dirk mentally cited the evidence in support of his conclusion. His mother's actions and words were uncharacteristic. She was oblivious to anything but the focus of her attention. But why was she up an hour early? And what was her reference to what she was getting? Was she unhappy with Casper, her current boyfriend? Dirk realized that this was the day for changing from daylight saving time to standard time. His mother's clock must not have been set properly. That would have her up an hour early. With his conclusions mostly confirmed, at least close enough, Dirk had to decide what to do next. Usually, when his mother had Ambien moments, he would leave her alone to finish whatever she was doing. He only interfered if she appeared close to damaging herself. A few times, he had tried to rouse her from Ambien moments but that never quite worked as he wanted it to. Still, he might have to do something in this case. She was still focused on his cock and had taken more steps toward his bed. Dirk's fantasies told him he should let her do anything she wanted, with the hope that she would initiate the sexual congress he so desired. But he loved his mother so much that he couldn't take advantage of her that way. If she started to climb onto his cock, would he be able to resist? Would he even find himself helping so that he was a party to the sexual encounter he both desired and, under the current circumstances, dreaded? With his mother right next to the bed, apparently ready to climb in with him, Dirk made a quick decision. It was clear that she would do something with his cock unless he moved away from her. But he couldn't bring himself to move away. Maybe he could divert her so that she didn't climb into his bed. "Mom, if you like it so much, you should hold it," he said. Surely that wouldn't be taking advantage of her and she might find that holding his cock would hold her attention enough to steer her away from oblivious sex. Would she even hear his suggestion? She sat on the edge of the bed and gently grasped his cock. Dirk gasped with the first contact of her soft, slim hand on his hard shaft. He had wanted this for so long that the sudden pleasure of his desire's fulfillment almost made him cum. But this was his second boner of the morning. It could last a while longer. If only his mother would play with his cock for long enough to make him cum again, one of his favorite fantasies would be fulfilled. Granted, he had many other fantasies. But this one, having her soft hand stroke him to orgasm, so much better than using his own hand, was the only one in his mind at the moment. He lifted himself on his elbows so he could see what she was doing. She began to slide her hand up and down his shaft, softly and gently exploring to find the dimensions and responses of this wonderful new toy. Dirk's dick did respond to his mother's touch. Waves of pleasure flowed through his body as she stroked his shaft, slid her fingers over the glans to spread the pre-cum that he produced and explored the distended veins and caressed that special sensitive spot under the head. Dirk wanted the feelings to continue forever as he watched his mother's hand give him intense pleasure. But the growing pressure in his balls and the almost intolerable levels of pleasure told him he was close to the peak he desired. He thought of giving her the tissues he had ready, to keep his cum from turning into a wide-spread mess, but his arousal didn't let him do anything but enjoy the results of her touch. "Uunnngghh," Dirk moaned. He felt the inner surge as his eruption forced its way out of his hard cock, shooting a little ways into the air before landing on his mother's wrist. Subsequent pulses flew shorter distances, again landing on her wrist and hand. The final flow of cum ran down his shaft to join the rest on her hand. Dirk collapsed back onto the bed as the wonderful sensations washed over him. Thinking of the tissues as he felt his mother's hand leave his shaft, Dirk propped himself up on his elbows again and looked. She wasn't reaching for tissues. Her focus was now entirely on her hand. She licked up his cum! His mother was eating his cum! Dirk used his tissues to wipe his diminishing cock clean as his mother continued to lap up his seed. "This is wonderful," his mother said after swallowing another taste of Dirk's cum that she licked from her hand. "It's so much nicer than what I've been getting." She looked quite happy as she licked up her son's cum, clearly savoring each taste. She didn't capture the maximum with each lick, instead getting just enough to keep it from running off her hand, just enough for another taste. Still, it wasn't long before she had all of Dirk's cum licked off her hand. She licked around her hand, making sure she had all of his spunk that she could find. Then she looked at his cock again, as though hoping it would be hard and ready to produce another load. "Mom, it's daylight savings time," Dirk reminded her, interrupting her reverie, wondering if his comment would register or if she would continue to be oblivious of her surroundings. "You should go back to bed for an hour. Then you can get up and we'll go on our outing." He'd love nothing more than for his mother to jack him off again, or do something even more interesting, but feelings of guilt spurred him to try to divert her in yet another direction. If the diversion worked, he'd regret the loss of her touch. If it didn't work, he strongly suspected that his guilt would grow. She didn't say anything but stood and moved to leave Dirk's bedroom. He took the opportunity to watch the sensual sway of his mother's hips as she walked toward the door. This was no show put on for an audience. This was her natural sensuality that was just the way she was. While still under the influence of Ambien, she wouldn't put on any airs. She was just so naturally sexy! Dirk remained thoughtful after she left his room. Why did she continue to refer to what she had been getting? She seemed so happy and so sexually attuned when she was with Casper. Indeed, she often embarrassed her son with comments to Casper, like, "I just can't get enough of your cock," and "I need more to eat up." The comments were usually made when Dirk should have been out of earshot but Dirk had heard them anyway. Dirk thought the comments indicated that Casper and Dirk's mother were quite compatible but her comments while she saw Dirk's cock and tasted his cum indicated something quite different. The rest of the morning and the special day went as Dirk and his mother had planned. She gave no hint that she might be aware of giving her son a hand job or licking up his cum. Yet even as he continued to make the day special for her, he often found himself thinking about her comments and what they might mean. He had to hide a hard-on from time to time and wondered if cumming twice in the morning helped to keep his cock down or if the excitement of his mother's oblivious hand-job worked to give him more erections. When they arrived home, Dirk's mother threw herself into her favorite chair with a happy laugh. "This has been a wonderful day, Dirk," she said. "Thank you so much for setting it up and spending it with me." "It was my pleasure, Mom," Dirk responded. "I only wish I could make every day special for you." He thought happily of several ways he'd like to make his mother's days special. When his cock started to respond to the thought, he tried to think of other things to prevent further arousal. "Oh, you do, Dear," she assured him. "But today was extra special." As she sprawled in her chair, her expression slowly changed from happy and relaxed to concerned. "Dirk, you sometimes seemed to be a million miles away, today. Is there something going on that I need to know about?" Thoughts of the hand-job flashed through Dirk's mind. His cock stirred again. "Not a thing," he answered. He hoped she'd believe his denial. He had never been good at keeping secrets from his mother and this was a big one. "Dirk, I think there is something," she stated. "I can tell that something's bothering you and that it's bothering you a lot." "It's nothing, Mom," Dirk assured her, still hoping she'd let him off the hook. He mentally kicked himself. By claiming that the something was small, he had admitted that there was something. "I can tell it's not nothing," she said. "Dirk, I don't do this very often but I think it's time for a tell-the-truth talk." "Mom, it's nothing," he said defensively. He frantically tried to think of a way out. A tell-the-truth talk was one of their family traditions. When they had a talk like that, no topic was out of bounds and they each had to tell the truth with no shading. It was the ultimate exposure. But because of that exposure and to make the tell-the-truth talk acceptable, there were no repercussions because of what was revealed. If she insisted, he would have to tell her about her Ambien moments and the hand job. And if he told her about the hand-job, his cock would stand up for more. No, a tell-the-truth would be very unfortunate in the circumstances. "Dirk, I insist," she said. "Whatever it is, it's really bothering you and we have to get it out in the open. You know that." "I know, Mom," Dirk admitted, "but it's never easy and this one won't be easy at all." "I tell you what," she said. "Since it's not easy, I'll let you go first. If there's anything you want to know, ask away." Dirk was shocked. Tell-the-truth talks usually involved his mother finding out about him. But this could answer some of his questions about Casper. And the repercussions were reduced. Maybe this tell-the-truth talk would be a good thing, if his cock would behave for long enough. "OK, Mom, we can do a tell-the-truth talk," he agreed. "Good," she confirmed. "Now, what do you have to ask about?" "Mom, when you talk with Casper, you say you can't get enough of his cock," Dirk said. "What exactly do you mean by that?" His mother got a shocked look on her face. Clearly, she hadn't expected any question like that. She thought for a few moments before responding. "Before we're done, I want to find out where that question came from," she announced. "You will, I promise," Dirk assured her. "We are telling the truth, after all." "Yes, we are," she said thoughtfully. "The honest truth is that Casper's cock is smaller than your father's. When I say I can't get enough of it, I really mean two things. One is to encourage Casper to try harder to fill me up. He gets more excited when he thinks I really want him. The other is that I really wish he had more. If only he had as much as your father. That's pretty nasty, isn't it?" "It's not nasty at all," Dirk responded. "And why do you tell him that where people might hear you?" "Casper likes to think he's a risk taker," she answered. "It helps to get him excited when I make a comment like that where someone might hear. I guess you heard." "Several times," Dirk admitted. "What about your comment about more to eat up?" "You heard that, too?" she asked in surprise. Dirk nodded. "It's the same kind of thing," she said. "Casper doesn't produce much cum and it has a funny taste to it. Not only that but he'd rather smear it around than have me eat it. He likes to smear it all over, or at least as far as he can spread such a small amount. So I make the comment to tell him I like to eat cum. Your father's cum tasted much nicer. I miss that about him." "Yeah, but Dad left to be with another woman," Dirk reminded her. "You're well rid of him." "That's true, and his leaving was kind of abrupt," she admitted. "Even so, I miss his cock. Does that shock you?" "It doesn't shock me but it makes me curious," Dirk asked. "If Casper is too small, tastes funny and doesn't like the same sex that you do, why do you keep him around?" "Dirk, it's not easy for a divorced woman," she explained sadly. "Casper gives me some of what I want. Who else would want an old woman like me, saggy boobs and all?" "Mom, that's nuts," he said. "You're beautiful and sexy. Any guy would be happy to go with you. You could be a cougar without even trying, scoring with anyone you wanted, from barely legal on up." Dirk's cock stirred with his words. He knew from his own personal desire that someone barely legal would want to score with his mother. After all, he was just a few years beyond that age and had wanted to make love to his mother for a long time. He hoped she didn't notice his growing bulge in his loose trousers. "And your boobs are wonderful," he continued. "I was at a party on campus a while back where one of the hottest cheerleaders on the college squad bared her tits. Her tits hung lower than yours and weren't nearly as pretty." There was much more to the party than that, but he had told his mother enough. "What kind of party have you been going to?" she asked. Then she shook her head. "OK, don't answer that. It's not pertinent. Still, I wonder what kind of party you've been going to. But how do you know about my boobs? It's not like I parade them around where you can see them." "It's your Ambien, Mom," he said. "After you take your Ambien, you sometimes do things you don't remember the next day. One of my favorites is when you go around the house naked." "One of your favorites, huh?" Dirk's mother prompted with a little grin. "Sorry, Mom, that kind of slipped out," Dirk explained. "But yes, I like seeing you naked. You're beautiful and really sexy. I love the way your boobs sway. And I love the way your hips move when you walk. You're naturally sexy." His cock grew even harder with his admission. Did he dare try to move it to be less conspicuous? "I guess I can't argue with that since we're in a tell-the-truth talk," she said. "Why don't I know about walking around naked?" "It's your Ambien, Mom," Dirk affirmed. "I've told you about it before but you don't seem to want to hear it. But it's one of the side-effects of Ambien. People do things they might not normally do, then they don't remember them the next day. Different people do different things and I guess some people don't have any Ambien moments. But walking around naked is one of my favorites of your Ambien moments." "Oh, do I have others?" she asked. "Yes, but I have other questions for you first," Dirk diverted the conversation. He wasn't ready to tell his mother about the hand-job or give his cock reason to get harder than it already was. "Does Casper love you?" "I think he does," she said reluctantly. "He's never quite tried to convince me, or at least he hasn't tried very hard. His actions don't say he loves me, though, and I often have my doubts." "Does he desire you?" he asked. "He seems to," she said sadly. "He desires me more when I get him fired up with sexy comments but sometimes I wonder about it. Maybe he just loves the comments, not me." "Mom, if you found a cock that you liked, what would you do?" Derek asked. "I'd claim it in a heartbeat," his mother answered. "Why do you ask?" "I'm still asking questions, so it's not your turn, yet," Dirk reminded her. "If you found a man who loved you, who had a cock like that and whose cum tasted good, what would you do?" His cock pulsed when he asked the question. He knew of a man who met all those qualifications, him. Would she make the connection between his desire and availability? "If I loved him, too, I'd keep him in my bed and make passionate love to him as often as I could," she answered wistfully. "But what are the odds?" "If you continue to settle for Casper, the odds are nil," Dirk stated. "I think you need to keep your mind open for other possibilities. I have just one more question. Other than Dad, have you ever seen a cock that you thought was just right?" "Not really," she answered. "I did see one, kind of, but that doesn't count." "Tell me about it," Dirk ordered. His mother looked at him with a questioning gaze. "I had a dream last night, but it was impossible," she explained. "I dreamt that I saw a perfect cock. I held it in my hand and stroked it until it came, coating my hand with its spunk. Then I licked it up like an ice cream cone. It was delicious. But it was impossible, it couldn't be." Ambien Ch. 01: The Beginning "Why was it impossible?" Dirk asked. "I didn't even look at the man's face but I knew who it was," she explained. "It was you, Dirk. I dreamed about your cock and your cum." Dirk felt his face glow and his cock fully harden, and hoped his mother didn't notice. She had been somewhat aware of what she did and that she tasted his cum. Would she ever agree to do it intentionally? "It sounds to me like Casper isn't right for you, Mom," Dirk said. "I hope you'll keep in mind what you said about a guy who loved you, who had a cock that was perfect, and who tasted good." As self-serving as his comment was, he couldn't resist reminding her of what she had said. "Don't worry, Son, I will," she promised. "If I find such a man and I love him, I don't care who he is, I'll take him to bed and we'll be life partners until we die." "That's wonderful, Mom," Dirk exclaimed, his fervent desire swelling inside his chest. His throbbing cock echoed the feeling in his chest. Her promise brought his fantasies closer to fulfillment than they had ever been. "I hope you find him and I hope you'll both be very happy." "That might sound like a social wish but I think you mean it a lot more than a social comment," she said. "I don't think you've ever wished me happiness with more intensity. "I do, Mom, I want you to be happy," he responded. "I love you, Mom." "And I love you, Dirk," she echoed happily. "Are you done with your questions?" "Why, are there more I should ask?" Dirk responded, teasing. "Not that I know of," she said. "Your questions could be dangerous, you know. The answers could make life very difficult." "Life or decisions?" he prompted. "Decisions, I guess," she admitted. "Anyway, what was bothering you all day?" "You know that dream you had this morning," Dirk asked, "the one you said was impossible?" "I remember all too well," she answered with a satisfied smile. "I have to admit it was a wonderful dream." "That wasn't a dream, Mom, that was an Ambien moment," he said. "It actually happened." "Oh, my god," she said softly. "Well, at least I didn't say anything." "But you did, Mom," he said. "Several times you said how nice my cock was and how much nicer it was than what you were getting." "So that's why you asked about Casper?" she prompted. Dirk nodded, watching his mother warily. Would she be upset? "Was that what was bothering you all day?" she asked. "I didn't want to take advantage of you, Mom," he explained in a rush. "I was afraid you were going to climb into bed with me. Having sex with you that way wouldn't be good." He tried to twist his response so she wouldn't notice his desire. Doing so was technical against the rules of tell-the-truth but he attempted the evasion reflexively. "That way?" she prompted. Damn, she noticed. "Mom, I fantasize about having sex with you but I don't think it's right to do it when you're under the influence of Ambien," he expanded his thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you." Dirk saw his mother's blush as she thought about his statement. Was she embarrassed by his expressed desire or did she share it? "Is that what bothered you all day?" she prompted. "I loved the hand job, Mom," he said. "I loved how happy you looked when you licked up my cum. But I was worried about taking advantage of you. And I kept getting hard-ons, all day. I didn't want any of that to interfere with your special day. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. I struggled with it and my hard-ons all day." "Hard-ons like you have right now?" she prompted, gazing pointedly at his prominent bulge? Dirk felt his face redden. Given how they were sitting, his hope that his erection would go unnoticed was in vain but he still felt like he had been caught. And they were still in a tell-the-truth. How should he respond? "Almost," he admitted. "It's even harder now." "I guess we have been having a pretty explicit conversation," his mother said thoughtfully, still gazing at his cock. She pulled herself together. "Well, if it helps you feel any better, I did have a special day and your concerns didn't interfere with it in any way," she assured him. "Was there anything else that bothered you?" "Not a thing, Mom," he answered confidently. "Are there any other questions you want to ask me or that you think I should ask you?" she asked. "I can't think of any," he responded. "I'm glad I know about you and Casper and I'm sorry he's not what you need. I'm glad you're going to find someone better for you. And I'm glad I got to tell you that you're beautiful and sexy." "Oh, that's the question I wanted to ask," she said. "You keep saying that I'm sexy. Do you think I'm sexy when I walk around naked?" "Absolutely, Mom," he responded. "What do I do that's sexy?" she asked. "Are we still in tell-the-truth?" he asked. "Most definitely," she answered. "Your body is beautiful," he said. "A lot of women would kill to look as good as you do. Your hips are sexy when you walk, the way they sway and swivel. Your breasts are outstanding. Yes, they hang a little lower than they used to but they look so sexy when you walk and they sway. I love the way your nipples get hard sometimes and how they poke out to form bumps in your nightgowns and shirts. I think it's really sexy when you hold up your boobs like you're offering them to someone, particularly when your nipples are hard. Oh, yeah, it's really neat how you caress your boobs. Your nipples get so hard and it looks like you really enjoy it. And when you bend over, facing away from me, I love seeing your pussy peeking between your thighs. You're just sexy, Mom, a real bundle of temptation." "Wow, I didn't think you were going to stop," she said breathlessly. "So you like all of that?" "I could go on," Dirk assured her, halfway hoping she'd ask him to. He felt his cock throbbing with the excitement of telling his mother how much he desired her. "That's OK, you don't have to," she said in a rush. She continued more slowly, almost as though thinking to herself. "You make decisions difficult." When she resumed, she spoke more loudly, "What's it like when I go around naked?" "Sometimes it's sexy," he answered. "You're always beautiful." "Is there something I always do?" she asked. "Not really," he answered. "It's always different but it always seems like you're focused on something. I can't always tell what. I've seen you eat an entire container of ice cream, though." "Is that why you insist that I buy small tubs of ice cream rather than the larger, more economical sizes?" she asked. "I can't control you when you're having an Ambien moment," he confirmed. "But if you don't have large economy sizes, you're less likely to eat too much." "You're so thoughtful," she said. "I never understood why you insisted on that limit. Is there anything else, any behavior that tells you that I'm having an Ambien moment?" "I guess it's your focus," he said. "You're oblivious to everything but what you're focused on. Most times I don't understand the logic to what you're doing but as long as you're not hurting yourself, I just try to stay out of your way. That and enjoy how beautiful you are." "I feel good that you're watching out for me," she said with a fond smile. "Is there anything else?" he asked. "I don't think so," she answered. "I've learned a lot more than I thought I would. I guess our tell-the-truth is over. Thank you for being honest with me." "That's what we do, Mom," he assured her. "As tough as it is to start a tell-the-truth, I always feel better when we finish. Thank you for being honest with me, too." "Yeah, sometimes it is a relief, isn't it, and quite surprising?" she quipped. They both laughed. After supper and a quiet evening, Dirk's mother suggested, "Why don't you get ready for bed, Dirk? I'm going upstairs to do the same." "OK, Mom," Dirk responded. Why had she said that? She didn't usually tell him to get ready for bed, she simply announced her intentions. He shrugged. His normal practice was to undress and put on a robe. He then returned to the den to watch a little more TV and hope that his mother would have a naked Ambien moment. If she did, he didn't want to miss it. When he returned to the den, his mother wasn't around. Would she put in an appearance tonight? Or would this be one of those nights without any Ambien moments? As was often the case, he had mixed feelings about the possibilities. He wanted her to have an undisturbed and restful sleep, yet he wanted to see her naked again. Dirk kept the volume low on the TV. He was barely watching as he read through the book that currently held his attention. He was surprised to hear a slight noise. When he looked up, he saw his mother walking naked from the hallway to her chair. Rather than sit, she bent over and picked up a cup that was on the end table next to her chair. Dirk was delighted to see her naked pussy on display, just a few feet from him, when she bent. He watched attentively as she picked up the cup and walked toward the kitchen, the sway of her hips and butt entrancing him and holding his attention. He thought about following her to the kitchen, to ensure that she didn't start to eat something she shouldn't. But she didn't enter the kitchen. Settling back on the couch, Dirk pulled his robe open and stroked his bare cock. His mother paused, close to the kitchen doorway, as though in thought. Then she bent to place the cup on a low shelf next to the doorway. Her pussy was again on full display and Dirk wished he were closer. She straightened and walked slowly to her chair, retracing her earlier steps. Her gently swaying breasts fascinated Dirk as he continued to stroke his erect cock. She was so exciting. When she reached the chair, she turned to face the kitchen and stood quietly, again as though in thought. Then she began to caress her breasts. Dirk saw her nipples harden, standing out and looking so suckable. She moaned softly as she twisted and pulled her nipples. Dirk increased his stroking on his cock. This was so hot! His mother was doing all the things that turned him on so much during her Ambien moments. And she was so much closer to him than usual. His cock throbbed with the possibility that he could observe her so closely. Would she offer her breasts to her lover? As though reading his mind, his mother turned the slight amount required to face him directly. She gazed directly at his hard cock and his hand stroking it. Keeping her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, she lifted her breasts, the gesture strongly showing that she offered her breasts to his cock, her lover. Dirk felt the pressure growing in his balls with the excitement. Then his mother began to rub her breasts together, still holding them up as an offering. Dirk fantasized about how it would feel to have his cock between those wondrous mounds. The pressure built to an irresistible force and he moaned as he felt the flow of his cum rushing through his cock to shoot up in the air and land on his chest. His gaze was locked on his mother's breasts, rubbing together where he wished his cock could be, her fingers and thumbs rolling her erect nipples. Dirk didn't notice that his mother leaned forward attentively as his cock continued to release spurt after spurt of cum, making a splattered line of white cream from his chest down to his cock. When he looked at her face, he saw her gaze still focused on his softening cock. She was still holding her breasts in offering to her lover. Then she gently lowered her breasts, turned and walked slowly toward the bookcase. Dirk's appreciation for the sway of her hips reflected the contentment of his post-orgasmic peace. She picked up the cup and carried it once again to her chair. She bent over to return the cup to its original place, again presenting her pussy to his view, again only a few feet from where he sat. Was that moisture he saw glistening there? Was his mother excited in her Ambien moment? Dirk had no doubt that she was having an Ambien moment, even though it was sexier than ever and far more in tune with his fantasies than any he had witnessed. Her hips moved as he watched and it seemed that her labia separated with the enticing motion of her buttocks. She was definitely wet and her labia appeared separated in arousal. Whatever her mission was with the cup, it was apparently complete. She slowly walked away from her son, out of the den, out of sight. Dirk remained as he was, basking in his orgasmic after-glow. Then he roused himself and wiped up the volumes of cum that had landed on his chest and torso. He looked around and felt lucky that none had landed elsewhere. Once he was cleaned up, he went to his own room and tried to sleep. Being too excited in the moment to sleep, Dirk thought about his wishes and his concern for his mother. His desire for his mother overrode his other concerns and he quietly made his way to his mother's room. His mother was breathing peacefully. With her Ambien, she would be unaware of anything that happened in the room, or at least she wouldn't remember. Dirk's desire didn't involve taking direct advantage of his mother but he had something else in mind. He set her clock an hour later. When her alarm went off in the morning, it would be an hour earlier than she planned. Maybe, if she was still influenced by her Ambien, he could hope for a repeat of the hand job he had received. Was that only this morning? It seemed so long ago, yet the memory was extremely exciting. Dirk felt twinges of guilt as he made his way back to his room. He tossed and turned in his bed, and several times started to go to his mother's bedroom to undo his mischief. But each time, he returned to his bed with all his mixed feelings. When his alarm woke him in the morning, Dirk quickly took his morning pee and returned to his bed. Laying naked on his bed with his cock in hand, he wondered if his trick with his mother's clock would work or be a waste of guilt. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was a few minutes after the time her alarm should go off. Had his trick failed? Was he happier that it had failed or disappointed? A soft knock at his door spurred his fear, desire and guilt to higher levels. It could only be his mother at the door. Would she repeat her performance of the previous morning? Was he taking advantage of her, something he had so scrupulously avoided before? The door opened and his mother stood there, dressed in an even shorter nightgown than the previous morning. Her nipples were obviously erect. Dirk realized that the fabric of the nightgown was even more transparent than the previous one. He could clearly see the outline of her breasts and the shadow of her pubic bush just barely covered by the hem of the nightgown. Somehow, in spite of his fascination with her nipples, he noticed again how lovely her legs were. Was it because the shortness of the nightgown focused attention on her legs' lovely length? His mother's gaze was again focused on his cock and he felt the growing hardness as he anticipated her touch. He could hardly believe how much closer his fantasies seemed at the moment, compared to even a few days before. She walked slowly toward his bed, her breasts swaying enticingly beneath her nightgown. Dirk wondered if her nipples received additional stimulation by the friction of their movement under the soft fabric. "It's such a nice cock," she whispered as she took the last step to stand beside his bed. She spread her legs slightly and Dirk wondered if she was going to mount him. "It would feel so good . . ." "Mom, you can hold it," Dirk interrupted, fearing and hoping that she would finish her sentence by saying "inside." But that would be taking advantage of her and he had to divert her attention. She smiled. "Yes, hold it," she said softly. She sat on the edge of his bed, higher toward the head of the bed than Dirk thought necessary, her hip beside his chest. She reached to softly grasp his fully hard shaft with her slender hand. As his mother began to gently stroke his hard-on, Dirk closed his eyes to savor the pleasure and anticipate the additional excitement he hoped would follow. Moments later, he felt his mother's weight shift on the bed. He opened his eyes just in time to see her head moving toward his cock and feel her lips sucking his cock head into her mouth. "Mom, no!" he exclaimed. This was too much, he couldn't let her suck his cock! He realized, in his shock, that he felt the wonderful weight of her breast pushing on his stomach. He struggled with the urge to reach and caress that desirable feminine flesh. But wouldn't that be taking advantage of her as well? It was bad enough that he allowed her to continue to suck on his cock. He wouldn't caress her breast, as much as he wanted to. "Mmm," she purred, her sounds showing that she enjoyed having his cock in her mouth. Too much or not, Dirk realized that there was nothing he could do. His mother was sucking his hard cock! And she wasn't just sucking. She licked and sucked. She bobbed her head, giving his hard-on exciting fuck-strokes. He felt his hips lifting and falling, involuntary responses to her ministrations. Her slender hand stroked the parts of his cock that weren't inside her mouth. She pressed her head down over his erection and Dirk felt his cock head pressed against the back of her throat. Yet she didn't gag. Did Ambien suppress the gag reflex? She bobbed her head, pulling back so that just his glans was surrounded by her lips, then pressed downward again. "Oh, God, Mom, that's so incredible," Dirk moaned. He had never felt anything quite like that and wanted to have the experience even more. As though she heard him, his mother repeated the motion several times, each time pressing his cock head more firmly against the back of her throat. Then she shifted her position. She slid her hand lower to cradle his scrotum, gently caressing that most personal of sacs, then pressed her head down over his totally hard erection. But this stroke didn't stop with his cock head pressed against the back of her throat. She engulfed his cock until her chin was firmly pressed against his pelvis. His mother did deep throat! "Oh, my God," he gasped. He never fantasized this yet it was incredible. His rock hard cock was fully engulfed within his mother's mouth and throat! "Mom, you're the sexiest, most exciting mother a man could ever have!" Dirk felt the familiar pressure in his balls, so close to bursting forth. Just a few more motions and he'd fill his mother's mouth with his spunk. But she didn't make those motions. She held him deep in her throat as she gently stroked his scrotum with her fingertips. When his pressure subsided, she resumed her movements. He heard her take a deep breath when she pulled her head part way off his shaft. Then she plunged downward again to take him fully into her mouth and throat. After several deep-throat strokes, Dirk again felt himself on the edge of cumming. But his mother paused, again with her chin firmly pressed against his body. When he wasn't in danger of cumming in the moment, she resumed her ministrations. She resumed her licking and sucking attentions to his hard cock, again stroking his shaft with soft touches of her hand. This time, she sucked and licked earnestly while stroking his shaft with her small hand. Dirk felt the pressure build incredibly, yet she continued. Her unrelenting attentions brought him to the edge and beyond. "Uunnngghh," Dirk moaned as his mother stimulated him beyond the limits of control. He spewed his spunk into her mouth, surprised that she didn't withdraw in shock. But she didn't withdraw. She swallowed his first mighty load and sucked to pull more. His cock throbbed with blast after blast of cum and his mother swallowed each one. She took longer to swallow each successive spurt, as though she savored the taste of each one before swallowing and making room in her mouth for the next one. Ambien Ch. 01: The Beginning When Dirk's cum reservoir was nearly drained, his mother sucked and licked, drawing out the last drop and avidly attempting to entice more. There was no more. Guilt washed over Dirk as his cock wilted in the aftermath. He should have resisted, even though he didn't know how he could have. His mother had taken him completely by surprise and had his cock in her mouth before he realized what she was about to do. And all of this while she was under the influence of Ambien. "I'm sorry, Mom," he blurted. "I shouldn't have let you do that. Forgive me, Mom, please forgive me." His mother gave no sign that she heard his plea. She released his cock from her hot mouth and sat up. He thought she looked pleased with what she had done, but what sense did that make? She stood and walked slowly to the door of his room. Against his wishes, he watched the sway of her hips, fascinated by the motion as he always was. He knew it would always be difficult for him to resist his mother. Would he be willing to give up the temptation? Or were his fantasies so compelling that he would subject himself to those temptations whenever he could? Dirk spent a fretful forty-five minutes getting ready for work. At exactly the time when his mother should get up, plus a few minutes, he heard a knock at his door. His mother pushed the door open, wearing a robe and slippers. "It's time for you to be going to work," she informed him, giving no sign of awareness that she had just given him a world-class blow job. "Thanks, Mom, I'm almost ready," he responded. When Dirk went downstairs to the kitchen, he found his mother putting the final touches on his breakfast. "Thanks, Mom," he said. "It's really nice of you to get breakfast for me in the morning." "What else would I do?" she responded. "You made my day so wonderfully special yesterday that I wanted to do something special for you. Breakfast isn't much but it's a start." "You're always special to me, Mom," he said sincerely. He thought about the blow job as a very special treat but didn't mention it. "You just make sure you tell me if there's anything else I can do to make you feel special." "Oh, I will," she said with a happy smile. "I'll see you after work." When Dirk returned home from his job, he was surprised to see supper on the table waiting for him. His mother was usually tired after her own day of work but seemed to have boundless energy on this day. After they ate, Dirk and his mother relaxed in the den, quietly enjoying each other's company. Dirk thought of several things he might say to start a conversation but his thoughts were so centered on her naked display from the night before and her blow job in the morning that he couldn't formulate anything that didn't evoke those events. How could he bring up such events when they were almost certainly the results of her taking Ambien and she probably didn't even remember them. "Dirk, I'm going to get ready for bed," his mother announced. When he looked at the clock, Dirk realized that it was the usual time for her to make that announcement. With her reliance on Ambien for sleep, she held to a very consistent schedule. "OK, Mom, sleep well," he said. He waited until she was out of sight, then made his way to his own room to undress and don his robe. He returned to the den. His mixed feelings tormented him as he waited. He wanted his mother to appear naked and move around on her Ambien-induced mission, yet he dreaded the possibility and difficulty of resisting the temptations she would present. His cock grew under his robe as he thought of the possibilities and the sexy behavior his mother had displayed the night before. That, in turn, triggered another round of guilt. What peace could he find when his desires, his intentions and his fears were in such conflict? He glanced up and saw his mother approaching, just walking into the den, naked, beautiful and sexy. His cock instantly sprang to attention and he looked down to see if it had pushed his robe open. It hadn't but it was barely covered. His mother approached Dirk, not going to any other part of the room. Her gaze was focused on the front of his robe, on the bulge that was clearly in evidence. Dirk squirmed uncomfortably, the movement causing his robe to fall away from his hard-on. He watched his mother's face as she licked her lips. It seemed for all the world that she intended to suck his cock again. Dirk shivered in anticipation, eagerly hoping that his mother would again suck his willing cock. She stood before Dirk, caressing her breasts and pulling at her nipples. As before, her nipples hardened, following the example of his hard cock. Dirk reflexively grasped his hard cock, stroking it in synchronization with her strokes on her breast. The two flowed in a silent dance, each caressing tender flesh in full view of the other. She lifted her breasts and held them, offering them to Dirk. Her gaze was still locked on his hard cock but Dirk felt like the offer was for him. How could that be if she were under the Ambien influence? Why did this moment feel different from the night before? She turned and bent over, showing him that her pussy was moist and the lips slightly separated. There was no mistaking the look or fragrance with her pussy only a foot or so from his face. Dirk had no doubt that she was turned on. She straightened and turned to face her son. She stepped forward, spreading her legs to straddle his legs. She moved closer, lifting one knee to place it next to him where he sat. It was clear that she intended to mount him. "No, Mom, we can't do this," Dirk objected. He pushed on his mother's hips to keep her from approaching her goal. "Mom, please, I can't take advantage of you like this. It's all your Ambien. I want you but only when you want me and can make your own decision." She sat on his thighs and smiled. She placed her hands on the sides of his face. "Dirk, I'm not under the influence of Ambien," she said. "I didn't take any Ambien tonight and I didn't take any last night either." "What?" Dirk exclaimed. He was shocked by her revelation. If she didn't take Ambien either night, then her actions last night and this morning had to be intentional. And her actions in this moment also had to be intentional. Two of his fantasies had come true! "What about last night?" "I'm sorry, Dirk, I had to know if you wanted me," she explained. "You told me in our tell-the-truth talk but I wanted concrete evidence. It was so exciting when you masturbated. It was all I could do to keep myself from licking the cum off your chest and stomach." "And this morning?" he prompted. "I wanted to know if you tasted as good as my dream indicated," she said. "It was better. And it's been so long since I sucked a perfect cock. Yours is perfect, you know." "And now?" he asked. "You want me and I want you," she confirmed. "You love me and I love you. As I said yesterday, if I find a man with those attributes, I intend to take him to my bed as my partner. I think you have those attributes and I want you. Right now, I want your perfect cock inside my hungry pussy." "But Mom, I want to explore your body, to make long, slow love to you," Dirk objected. "I don't just want a quickie." "I want all of that," she responded. "Exploring is exciting and I want it. A quickie is also exciting and I want that, too. We have lots of time to explore but I'm so horny right now that I want you inside of me without any more delay. Will you please fuck me?" The hunger in her eyes was obvious. Dirk was shocked by his mother's request but so turned on by the imminent realization of another of his fantasies that he couldn't object. When she moved up his thighs and positioned her pussy over his hard shaft, he did nothing to interfere. When she positioned his glans at the wet entrance of her hungry cunt, he laid his hands on her hips and caressed gently. When she lowered her weight to begin to take his cock inside, he lifted his hips to help. She lowered and raised herself, gently taking more and more of his cock into her pussy. Then, with a final sigh, she fully engulfed his shaft in her hot, slick pussy, resting her full weight on his pelvis. Dirk responded with a sigh of his own. His cock was where he had wanted it to be in his most inspiring fantasies, and as he had hoped. The reality was so much better, like the concentrated essence of all his fantasies, wrapped warmly, clingingly, wetly around his excited, hard cock. He was surprised that the head of his cock was pressed against something in her pussy, just as it had been pressed against the back of her throat. "Oh, that's so wonderful," she purred. "I love the way a perfect cock rubs my cervix." She moved her hips from side to side and Dirk felt his cock head rubbing inside his mother. "Oh, God, Mom, I never dreamed it would feel this good," he exclaimed softly. He lifted his hips in time with her gyrations and felt additional rubbing on his cock. "Yes, Sweetheart, and it gets better," his mother assured him. She leaned forward, bringing her breasts close enough that he could kiss and suck on them. "Suck my nipples, Dear." Surprised that he was so distracted by the feelings imparted to his cock by his mother's pussy, Dirk raised his hands from her hips to gently pull her breasts toward his face. He kissed and sucked first one nipple, then the other. He continued to flick his tongue across her firm nipples while sucking on them, each in its turn. She moaned in response, expressing her pleasure. Then he realized that he could suck and lick both at once. He pressed her breasts together, pushing her nipples so that they touched. He lifted his head and sucked both nipples into his mouth, flicking them both with his tongue. Even in his fantasies he had never dreamed of doing this. Moaning even more, his mother shifted her hips forward and back, changing the way his cock rubbed on her cervix. He moaned with the pleasure, then realized that the sound might additionally stimulate her nipples. He hummed louder. "Mmmm, that's wonderful, Dirk," she breathed. "You do know how to make your mother feel special." As tantalizing as her motion was, with the resultant rubbing on his cock head, Dirk was ready for more active participation, or at least more active stimulation. "Mom, are we going to do more than the subtle things we're already doing?" he asked. "I'm not complaining, you know, but my cock feels like it needs to move a little more in your hot, tight pussy." "You do know how to sweet-talk a girl, don't you?" his mother quipped. She moved just a little lower on his hips, causing his cock to partially withdraw from her pussy. Then she began to rock her hips, engulfing him fully on the forward stroke and almost letting him slide out on the reverse. The result was that the sensitive under-side of his cock head rubbed against the back side of her pussy. "My god, Mom, that's incredible," Dirk exclaimed. The blatant stimulation of his cock, compared to the subtle effects of rubbing against his mother's cervix, threw him close to his orgasmic brink. His mother's motions were relentless, pushing him closer and closer. "Mom! Oh God! Mom, I'm about to . . . Oh, Uunnngghh," his unintelligible muttering merged into a final deep moan as he blasted cum into his mother's cunt. With his first shot, his mother rocked her hips forward and took her son's cock as deeply inside as she could, again making it press against her cervix. She continued her hip movements to rub his cock head against that deep opening, taking his throbbing ejaculations around and into that pathway to her womb. "Uunnngghh," Dirk continued to moan with the continued stimulation his mother gave him, as he unloaded spurt after spurt of his seed deep into his mother's body. Finally, the last of his ejaculation spurted into his mother's body and Dirk's cock began to soften. Without its stiffness to help hold it against her cervix, his cock was no longer so intensely stimulated and he began to fall back into post-orgasmic bliss. "Oh, God, Mom, I never knew it could be so good," he cooed. "That's what happens when a perfect cock fucks a perfect pussy, Son," she explained happily. "Mom, you didn't cum, did you?" Dirk asked, concerned that he hadn't made his mother as happy as he wished. "No, but that's all right," she admitted. "You've given me more pleasure tonight than I've had for years. And we've just started. Your cock will revive, we'll fuck again and you'll make me cum, I know you will." "Was Casper really that bad in bed?" he asked. "He wasn't really bad but he couldn't push my buttons," she admitted. She rolled to her side, taking her weight off his pelvis and releasing his soft cock from her pussy. She placed her hand to gently cover his limp dick "Mom, I have to admit something," he said. "I'm sorry I did it but I tricked you this morning." "What, do you mean your trick with my clock?" she asked. "You knew?" he responded, surprised. "You set my clock so I'd get up an hour earlier," she explained. "I set my alarm so I'd get up an hour earlier. Between the two of us, I got up two hours early. I don't know how I was able to restrain myself from rushing in to suck your cock, but I did, somehow. You don't have to apologize, we both wanted what happened." "We sure did," he admitted with a grin. "That was wonderful." "I thought so, too," she said. "In fact, I was hoping that you'd let me do that frequently." "Be my guest, Mom, any time you want," he said with a happy smile. "Dirk, there's something else we need to make clear," she said, her grin fading from her face. "This sounds serious," Dirk responded, teasing. "Do you mean that I shouldn't mention Casper again?" "Casper is history," she said. "I don't care if you mention him or not. It doesn't make any difference. What does make a difference is that I have to continue taking Ambien for a while." "So you want me to leave you alone when you're on Ambien?" he asked. He thought of the guilt he felt when he was tempted to manipulate his mother in her Ambien moments. "On the contrary, I don't want you to leave me alone ever," she corrected. "I'm proud of you for trying so hard not to take advantage of me while I was under the influence of my Ambien. But we're going to be sleeping together from now on. When you want to fuck me, eat me or otherwise make love to me, Ambien or not, I want you to do it." "So what's the problem?" Dirk asked. "Sometimes, after really vigorously making love, a woman will end up sore," she explained. "When I'm on Ambien, don't be that vigorous. When I end up sore, I want to remember the extreme pleasure that made me that way. So make love to me gently when I'm on Ambien. We'll be vigorous when I'm not. And I think the doctor will take me off the Ambien before very long. Then we won't worry about it at all." Dirk's cock had started to harden, beginning its revival, when his mother talked about all the possibilities she wanted to pursue. He felt her hand shift as she stroked its growing splendor. "It feels like your perfect cock is getting ready for another round," his mother said happily. "I'm glad it responds to such an old, saggy woman." "Mom, you keep saying that but it's not true," Dirk objected. "You're beautiful and sexy and I've never wanted another woman as much as I want you." "Oh, you're just saying that to get into my twat," she teased. "I want in there again and again," he admitted, "but it's not just words. If you're not careful, I'll have to find a way to prove to you just how beautiful you are." "And how do you suppose you can do that?" she asked with a grin. Dirk wondered if her claims to be old were just a tease, a way to pull compliments or something she believed. When she talked about proof, he thought of the frat parties he had attended, the ones where coeds got naked and, in some cases, fucked their dates in front of the entire fraternity. If his mother attended one of those parties, getting the experience of all the fraternity brothers vying for her attention, she'd have no doubt that she was beautiful, sexy and desired. As Dirk thought of the possibilities, his cock regained full hardness. "I can think of a few things," he answered, reaching to caress one of his mother's breasts. "Oh, I know I can turn you on," she said happily, stroking his hard cock with her soft hand. "But that just proves that we want to make love together. I think we'll be able to do that even as I get older and saggier." "Be careful what you wish for, Mom," Dirk said. "I can prove to you that you're sexy and beautiful and that nearly any man would like to make love to you. Are you willing to let me prove that?" "That sounds intriguing," she admitted, "but at the moment, there's a hard, perfect cock that I want to fuck and it's right here in my hand. My pussy is wet and ready. Would you like to fill me up?" "I'd love to, Mom," he confirmed. She rolled to her back and opened her legs in invitation. Dirk positioned himself between his mother's legs, his hard cock seeking her wet, open-mouthed pussy. He marveled at how her breasts bounced around on her chest, sitting slightly to each side but not drooping over as they would if they were as saggy as she said they were. She really had magnificent breasts. He pressed his hard-on into his mother's cunt slowly, tenderly, making short strokes to give his cock sufficient lubrication and penetrate her in a teasing, stimulating way. She looked at him with a fond smile and cooed with each stroke as he penetrated deeper and deeper. He smiled at her in turn, his eyes reflecting the increasing pleasure he felt as more and more of his hard length disappeared inside. Mother and son celebrated their new sexual partnership with a deep and vigorous fuck on that first day of their new life together. == == == == == "God, Mom, that was fantastic," Dirk exclaimed in the aftermath of his third intense orgasm with his beautiful, hot mother. "As much as I fantasized about you, I never dreamed it would be like this?" "I gather you approve," his mother responded with a proud smile. She felt her own sense of wonder at her son's performance. Casper, the lover she had discarded when she decided to have sex with her son, had never rocked her world like her son just had. Dirk's father had been able to rock her from time to time. Would Dirk continue to show the endurance and performance he had just given her or would he be more like his father, rocking her world only when he was extraordinarily excited? Denise was eager to share more sex with her son. She loved him with all her heart and wanted the best for him, including all the tricks she could deliver with her pussy and her mouth. She also wanted the best for herself. She felt she should be a little cautious with her son. She knew she desired more sex than most men could deliver. But her experience taught her that she got more sex if she didn't totally drain her men each time. Much like priming a pump, she would get more if she left just a little behind. Had she already drained Dirk during their first session of sex together? "Oh, yeah, I approve," Dirk answered happily but wearily. "You do know how to show your son a good time." He smiled at his mother, lying naked next to him on her bed. He took her hand gently in his. Denise recognized the signs. He was amazed by the experience but nearly exhausted. She might be able to coax his penis to hardness again but trying to do so stood the risk of failure. She didn't want her young stud to experience failure on their first full night together. Still, in case he had more in him and wanted to give it to her, she'd leave the door open. "Just say the word, Sweetheart," she said. "I'll show you a good time whenever you want. You certainly showed me a good time." She returned his happy smile.