Tommy'sMum7

Kindly written by Tom
(a disgracefully talented writer)

Jean awoke with a start. Somewhat groggy, she struggled to remember where she was and wondered what time it was. The room was dark and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Her hand reached out and found the sleeping form of her son Tommy. Feeling the heat that emanated from his body, awareness slowly returned. She had lain next to Tommy after bringing him home from school. The fever that was the reason for coming home from school early had not abated. Poor baby, Jean thought. The fever seemed even worse.

Despite her concern, Jean felt herself become aroused, as usual, as her hand roamed over his clothed body. She suppressed the urge to fondle him, or otherwise initiate sexual activity, deciding instead to let him continue to sleep. But it was an urge that was hard to ignore. Jean had a memory of a dream she was having before she awoke. The only images she could recall were vague and fleeting, but the dream must have been very erotic because she was sweaty despite the cool room temperature. Also, Jean could feel the unmistakable wetness between her legs, and her hard nipples were visible, even in the dark, through the damp material of her blouse.

A vision of Ms. Emily sprang clearly in her mind, and she looked up, half expecting to see her as she remembered in her dream, tapping a cricket bat against her hand, seemingly waiting for Jean to disobey some unspoken command. The vision disappeared as Jean suddenly felt the need to urinate. In her aroused state a healthy Tommy would have awakened to see his mother lewdly squatting over his face, relieving her bladder into his mouth. Instead Jean reluctantly arose and made her way into the bathroom to empty her bladder using the more conventional method. Undressing as she walked, she realized she must have slept for several hours, as it was also dark outside.

Sitting on the toilet, Jean felt the sweet relief as her piss flowed. Her horny state led her hand between her legs, where it was washed with pee. Feeling it brought a clear image from her dream to her mind's eye. Someone in the dream was peeing on her. Concentrating on the already fading image, she recognized the source of the piss as the large, thick, uncircumcised cock belonging to her husband, Martin. Strange, she thought, she hadn't thought of him in a sexual manner for weeks. As quick as it had come, the memory was gone.

Somewhat troubled, Jean wiped, then indulged herself by cleaning her piss covered hand with her tongue. Jean had developed a fondness for the taste of her own urine from the many times she had cleaned it from Tommy's body, like a cat, after their depraved lovemaking. Jean stood before the mirror and enjoyed her body with the newfound awareness that had evolved since the twisted love affair with her only son had begun. As she cupped her heavy, ample breasts, another memory from her dream entered her mind.

This time she was back at Tommy's school, walking past his teacher, Ms. Emily, as she led her sick son from the room adjacent to Tommy's classroom. Jean had taken notice of the gaze the teacher had fixed on her breasts as she passed close by her. But in the dream, Ms. Emily had a hand on each breast, kneading them in a rough fashion while staring with obvious lust into Jean's eyes. Jean could vividly remember real pain as the teacher gave each nipple a cruel twist as the look in her eyes turned more sadistic. Jean gasped, her hands copying the act as she looked into the mirror, and she continued the massage even as the memory vanished. Somewhat frustrated with her inability to remember more of the dream, and troubled with what the possible interpretations could be, Jean decided to return to bed.

Once again lying next to her son, Jean's hand crept between her legs, answering her pussy's cry for attention. As she began to masturbate, the last image from her dream returned. This time it was her neighbor, Katie, who was rubbing her clit in the identical fashion that Jean was doing at that moment. They were standing by each other in the kitchen. Katie was ridiculing her for denying that she was having sex with Tommy, and rubbing her traitorous cunt in an effort to coax an admission. Jean had started to tell Katie what she wanted to hear, but once again the image vanished as Jean felt an orgasm build within her loins.

Not wanting to awaken her son, Jean bit her lip to suppress the moan that built from her throat as she came. It was nowhere near the intensity achieved when making love with Tommy, but it was satisfying nonetheless. Bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, Jean noticed that her period had started. This new taste (they had not made love during her last cycle, and Jean had never tasted her flow) pleased her and she quietly hoped Tommy would get better in time to share her menstrual blood, something they had not yet experimented with. Jean drifted back to sleep, with the thought that that was the first time she had masturbated since the night she initiated the sick love affair with her son.

Jean dreamed again. This time she was a witness instead of participant. An out of body witness, if you will. The scene unfolding before her caused a thrilling chill in Jean's dreaming persona. She seemed to be floating a few feet off the ground. The Jean she witnessed was lying spread-eagled on the ground in the middle of a forest clearing. Her ankles and wrists were bound to wooden stakes driven into the earth. And she wasn't alone, not even close. She was being used and defiled by a cast of familiar, naked characters. There was her husband Martin, one foot on each side of her head, a stream of hot piss arching from his large cock (impossibly erect even while urinating) down on her neighbor Katie's back as she squatted just in front of, and facing away from, Jean's husband.

The piss streamed down between Katie's ass cheeks and joined with a large turd that she was straining to push out and directly onto Jean's face, where a smaller one had already landed. Jean's tongue lapped at the shit, obviously enjoying the taste. Katie's mouth was stuffed full of a cock belonging to the black Marine guard Jean had spied her kissing earlier in the day. Incredibly he was locked in a deep kiss with Martin. Kneeling between Jean's splayed legs was Katie's son, Otis, with a blood streaked arm buried to the elbow in Jean's cunt. He was laughing and calling Jean all manner of degrading names as his arm pistoned in and out of her pussy.

Then Jean saw something that sent a sharp stab of jealousy into the pit of her stomach. Ms. Emily was sitting in a large oaken chair, her legs spread over each arm. The chair had short legs, and on all fours before her shaved pussy was precious Tommy. Ms. Emily had a handful of his hair and was forcing his face between her legs. Despite the rough treatment, Tommy emitted murmers of contentment, obviously pleased at the opportunity presented before him, and eagerly began lapping at his teacher's wet cunt.

The hovering Jean was horrified, yet undeniably turned on, at the sight of her son receiving such treatment. Tommy's body was covered with brown streaks of what Jean surmised was shit from at least one, if not all, of the participants. Poised behind his slightly upturned ass was a boy near Tommy's age who bore a striking resemblance to Ms. Emily. Jean gasped as he aimed his cock, which had been receiving vigorous strokes from his hand, directly at Tommy's reddened asshole and, at the urging of the teacher, viscously drove it into her boy, causing a pained cry which soon turned to moans of pleasure as the other boy fucked him. Ms. Emily urged on the boy Jean guessed was her son, and the thrill she shared with Jean at the sight of mother and son being abused, and loving the abuse, was evident in the wicked smile on her face. Jean returned her gaze to the defilement she was receiving and marveled at how her body seemed to quiver uncontrollably at the multitude of stimuli being visited upon her all too willing flesh. Jean was overwhelmed with a desire to be the woman on the ground and as soon as that thought developed in her mind, she was.

As Jean's consciousness became that of the woman on the ground, she was immediately overwhelmed by the smells, tastes and feelings her body was subjected to. There was a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain caused by the young boy´s arm buried in her cunt. But the pain wasn't sharp, instead a dull ache, leading Jean to realize that the blood was from her menstrual flow rather than the rough fisting. She felt her inner muscles clamp down as best they could, maximizing the friction and pleasure. The second turd pushed out of Katie's lovely stretched asshole and landed squarely in Jean's mouth, which was gaping open as she moaned from the fucking her cunt was receiving. The shit muffled the sound and Jean concentrated on chewing the nasty excrement before it gagged her. Martin's piss flowed off the ass that was only inches from her face and mixed with the shit in her mouth. The fetid mixture was rubbed all over her face as Katie lowered her ass and used it to spread the evil mixture. At a sharp command from Ms. Emily, the males, including Tommy and the boy fucking his ass, stood around Jean in a circle and gripped their cocks. Katie crawled to the teacher and replaced Tommy as the one chosen to orally pleasure her pussy. As if rehearsed, all except Tommy began to masturbate. Tommy looked around confused, as if wondering what to do. Jean felt jealousy once again as her son looked to his teacher, rather than his mother, for guidance.

"Thomas, come back here and clean Katie's asshole" Emily commanded. Of course Tommy quickly complied by going to the upturned ass of the kneeling woman and bending to his assignment. Jean craned her neck as best as possible, trying to watch as her son's tongue began reaming her slut neighbor's shit stained sphincter. Disappointed when her view was blocked by her kneeling son, Jean settled for the sight of her son's ass, which was only a foot from her face. She noticed the bruising around the hole, the redness from the fucking. There were also bite marks on his ass cheeks. His small cock was hard and Jean longed to take it into her mouth, but it was out of her reach. Jean was distracted as the two men and two boys grunted in unison, then all began ejaculating incredible amounts of semen on her twisting body. Even through the drying glaze of shit, blood and piss she could feel the warmth of their cum as it spilled over every exposed bit of skin.

Jean looked up at the men, wondering what was to come next. She heard Emily command her husband to leash Katie, and the marine to leash the other two boys. Martin secured a dog collar around Katie's neck and the black man did the same to Otis and Ms. Emily's son. The two men then walked into the forest, with Katie and the boys following on all fours. Jean could only imagine what was in store for those three.

Once again Tommy looked to his teacher in expectation of his her next command. Jean heard no words, but Tommy crawled around until he was between her splayed legs, then sat down in the dirt. Jean looked up to see the teacher's face hovering over her own.

"My, aren't we a mess Jean" Emily said as she took a finger and cleared shit from Jean's eyes. Emily inspected her finger before leaning forward to offer it to Tommy, who cleaned it eagerly. As she did, she positioned her cunt over Jean's face and proceeded to unleash a hot, strong stream of piss. Jean tried to capture it in her mouth, but Emily moved her hips around. Jean realized that the teacher was cleaning her face.

"There, that's better" purred Ms. Emily after finishing her nasty face bath. "I've always preferred the taste of piss over shit" she said as she began licking Jean's face. Her tongue felt wonderful as it explored every inch. As she licked, Emily spoke in a quiet, yet firm, voice.

"Is this what you want dear? I know you think that what you and Thomas are doing is a special thing between you. But I speak from experience. You will want more, much more. And so will he. You must ask yourself if this is what you want, because I can assure you that this is where you're heading. No, not necessarily like what you're dreaming now, but possibly even worse. If you decide it is, I will be with you...teach you, guide you, enjoy it with you. We can explore wonderful things together, or you can decide that this is not for you, or Thomas. The decision is yours my love".

With that Emily arose. She gave one final order to Tommy.

"Thomas, clean your slut mother. Then make love to her. She loves you, and I know you love her. Treat her like a whore, but also respect and obey her. If she decides what I think she will, I shall return to you both. But it will not be in a dream."

With that, the teacher was gone. Jean had no time to consider her words because Tommy was on her like a cat, vigorously doing as his teacher said. His mouth roamed hungrily over her body, licking the piss, cum, blood and shit from every inch. Soon Jean was writhing in ecstasy, the feeling of her son's mouth too much to bear.

"Yes baby...lick off mommy. Clean me please. God how I want you son. Oh, how I love you.".

Enjoying the sensations streaking through her, Jean's mind began to fog. The forest faded and was slowly replaced by the walls of her bedroom as Jean slowly ascended from her deep sleep.

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Tommy awoke with a start, his sleep interrupted by two things. One was a sharp cramping in his lower abdomen. The other was the writhing body of his mother, who was sleeping beside him. Before he could ascertain the reason for her fitful sleep, Tommy's bowels suddenly loosed a flow of runny shit, which quickly covered both his legs, and his mother's. Groaning, Tommy tried to turn away so the mess wouldn't get worse, but it was no use. More came out and the more he moved, more of their bodies became washed with his shit. Tommy found the feeling not unpleasant, but he was embarrassed knowing it was making such a mess in the bed.

He sat up in bed, sliding towards the head. He saw his mother begin spreading his shit with her hands over her body. Tommy gripped his hardening cock, becoming aroused by the sight of his mother wantonly caressing her large breasts with his excrement. His excitement grew as she inserted two nasty fingers in her mouth as her other hand searched for her pussy, where Tommy noticed dark spots of blood as her hands spread the lips apart."Come to me please" he heard his mom plead in her sleep, "God I want you son. Oh how I love you.".

Despite knowing she was asleep, Tommy obeyed his mother and moved between her legs. As he guided his hard little member towards her cunt, he saw his mother's eyes flutter, the slowly open. Looking up at her son, a big lewd smile crossed her face.

"Yes my baby. Fuck your mommy. Fuck me now baby".

Tommy complied, driving his dick hard into his mother's hot hole. The pure nastiness of their disgusting bed only fed his excitement and it was only a few seconds before their orgasms occurred together.

"I'm sorry Mom. I couldn't hold it."

As Jean became more fully awake, she wondered if Tommy meant his ejaculation or his bowels. She became aware of the mess in the bed and began absently mindedly spreading even more shit over both their bodies.

"It's ok baby. We'll get you cleaned up right away. Do you still feel bad?".

"No, better actually, since I pooped".

Jean smiled at the childish word coming from her lover's mouth. She gently rolled him off her body and onto his back, then began licking the mess from him. She was surprised at the extent of the crap in their bed and on him. Despite the foul smell and taste, Jean's arousal returned as she cleaned her boy. She loved everything about him, even his shit. Hell, she told herself, especially his shit. Eventually she reluctantly admitted that only a bath would get them both clean. Jean arose and walked to the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower and turning it on, Jean's thoughts returned to the fading memory of her dream. The sheer excess of it was strangely comforting, assuring her that it was only indeed a dream. But Jean pondered Ms. Emily's last words. Was this affair between mother and son heading towards something more? Could she deny that eventually things would become more debased? In her heart, Jean knew it would. In a relatively short time she had done things with Tommy which were previously unthinkable. It was inevitable that even more debauchery was to follow. Jean was not yet ready to consider the involvement of all the people in the dream. She knew that her subconscious included them because she had seen the Marine with her neighbor, and Emily's mention of her experience with her own son's bedwetting. She wasn't sure why Martin was in the dream, unless it was the thoughts she had been having recently of his imminent return.

One thing was certain. Jean knew that Tommy's teacher somehow knew there was more between Jean and Tommy than a normal mother/son relationship. The thought that Ms. Emily might become involved more intimately with them frightened her. But it also stirred feelings of excitement that surprised her. An idea came to her.

Jean stepped from the shower, then inserted the plug to allow the tub to fill with water.

"Tommy, come take a bath dear. I must clean up our mess".

Tommy walked sleepily from the bedroom and got into the bath. Jean smiled as she saw how messy her boy was despite the cleaning she had already done. Resisting the temptation to join him in the tub, she asked "Would you like to invite Ms. Emily over for dinner tomorrow night?".

Tommy's eyes lit up. "Are you sure Mom? You acted mad at her earlier".

Jean had long been used to Tommy's mature understanding of her moods. "I was Tommy, but I realize that she was just concerned about you. I think a dinner for her would be a nice way of thanking her for taking an interest in you, don't you agree?".

"Yes ma'am. It's a great idea!".

Jean felt a familiar pang of jealousy, hearing her son's obvious admiration of his teacher in his voice. She wondered if the Ms. Emily of her dream would inspire the same devotion. Uneasily, Jean suspected it might.

As Tommy soaked in the tub, Jean began the task of stripping the bed. Oh, how she would love to give in to the temptation to just roll in the mess. Resisting that idea, Jean's thoughts instead turned to the words she would use to invite the teacher to their house. Her mind also began to weigh the possibilities of what may happen if she accepted the invitation. Something told Jean there was no doubt she would.