Title: No Need To Dream To Feel This Good
Keywords: anal, mF, nc, mc, mdom, inc, mom, son, mat, teen
Author: Caesar
Summary: Taking pills to help her depression, her son discovers her sleep walking.






A software technician from Digital
Had hardware extremely prodigical.
        It's rumoured, I hear,
        That when he was near
He made the ladies all flustered and fidgital.


No Need To Dream To Feel This Good

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Edited by Isaac Newton, Revision 1.1.

The hours to which most people are slaves meant nothing to me because
I was sixteen and on school vacation with nothing to do.  I often went
to bed at five in the morning and awakened at noon.  That night, I had
stayed up way past midnight to watch a movie and then to read, so I
had just turned off my light and put my head onto my pillow when I
heard the soft pad of mother's feet walking by my closed bedroom door.
My head rose a fraction of a centimetre from the pillow to catch the
faint creaks of the old floorboards as she went by.

What was she doing up at this time of night?

For eighteen months, mom and I had lived alone in this great big
house.  I knew she had been unhappy since dad left us, but we never
spoke about it.  Mom was trying to keep up a good face for me, of
course, but I could feel how distracted and depressed she was.  She
went to work at the school every day, teaching English Literature in
summer school, cleaned the house, made meals, and read her books.  She
read a lot.  As I kept my strange hours that summer, mother would just
shake her head and mumble something about how I better enjoy my final
summer vacation.  In other words, she usually just left me alone -
which to any guy my age was just great!

For some reason, on this night I pushed back the covers and slipped
out of bed to follow mother downstairs.  In the back of my mind, I
wondered if there was anything wrong - she never left her room after
saying 'good night'.  Another part of me was just nosey - any excuse
not to sleep.  In retrospect, I think it may have had more to do with
destiny.

Stepping lightly down to the main level of the house, I found it dark
and silent, just as I had left it after turning off the TV.  Peeking
into the rooms as I strode by, I eventually found mother standing with
feet apart and arms folded upon her chest, facing the huge window in
the living room.

"Mother?"

She did not move.

I realized at that moment that the street lamps outside were
illuminating my parent enough to for me to see the outline of her nude
body beneath the ankle length satin nightgown.

I shook my head to discourage myself from pondering such sights and
moved closer to her, hoping to provoke a response.  "Mom?"

Mother was a small, petite woman who constantly dieted, causing her to
be rather frail as well.  Small of frame, she had small hands and feet
but a noticeable curve to her hips and a small waist.  Her chest was
not large but did top her shape nicely.  When mother complained about
getting fat, which she has never been, I noticed that her 'extra
weight' went to her ass and hips, rounding them nicely at those times.
Her face, though matured, still held an amount of cuteness that caused
some guys to wonder about her true age.

Me?  Well, I was a sixteen-year-old nerd.  I was in Chess Club, I got
honours in all my academic classes and I got teased by all the 'in
crowd' at school.  I was a head taller than mother and wide of
shoulder, but thin as a rail and as uncoordinated as they come.

"Mom, you okay?"

She was not blinking; she was just staring out the front of the house,
toward the street.  Looking closely I saw that there were small wet
tracks leading from her eyes down her cheeks; I realized they were
tears.  The fact that she was not responding had irritated and annoyed
me at first; now it worried me.

Waving my hand before her face, I noticed that she did not blink, even
in response to the movement.

Now I was really getting worried.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and, unable to keep the worry from my
voice, said, "Mother I don't...?"

Before I could finish, she suddenly sighed deeply, then turned and
strode slowly and silently past me - all without even glancing at me.

I was soon left in the dark by myself, confused and a little scared.

 -*-

The incident surprised me enough to make me set my alarm and meet
mother downstairs before she left for school that very next morning.

"Jason!  What are you doing up, honey?"  Her face looked bright and
awake - completely opposite of how I felt.

I dropped down in the chair across from where she normally drank her
tea and ate two slices of toast while reading the paper.

"Mom, why were you walking around the house last night?"

Mother blinked three times (I counted) before she shook her head. "I
slept great last night, honey.  I never left my bed until the alarm
went off this morning."

It was my turn to shake my head, though it did nothing to clear up my
confusion.

"Perhaps you had a dream?  What did you have before going to bed last
night, honey?"  She wore that familiar maternal, concerned face, but
couldn't resist that little dig at my strange summer habits.

I shook my head again and stood up. "Maybe it was a dream, mom."

She nodded in agreement.  "Don't you worry, Jason.  I slept better
than I have in months."

The way she said it caused me to pause before retreating from the
breakfast table. "You did, mom?"

She nodded, sipping delicately at her steaming tea before placing it
back on the table after finding it too hot. "Dr. Johnson gave me some
experimental pills to try last week, and they seem to have finally
kicked in."

"Sleeping pills, mom?"

Mother nodded, looking a little embarrassed.  "Something like that."

I guessed they were some type of 'upper' to help her depression.  I
gave her a forced smile and went back to bed.

 -*-

The incident was almost forgotten, until it happened again nearly
three weeks later, half way through my summer vacation.

Coming home just after one in the morning, after seeing a movie with a
buddy of mine, I found mother in the living room looking under the
couch.  She should not have been up at that hour.  She was kneeling on
the floor, facing away from me, her cheek on the carpet as she
squinted beneath the couch.  What she was wearing, or rather was not
wearing, was startling.  Mother wore only a large, old, white
tee-shirt - nothing else.  Kneeling as she was, facing away from me,
put her round full bottom (and all that that surrounded it) facing me.
I had not turned on the room lights, but the shadowed light from the
street lamps through the large uncurtained window gave enough light
for me to see hair between her legs and every sexy curve!

This would be a good time to mention that this was the first time in
my life that I had seen such a sight, and yes, I was a virgin!

Standing there, starring open-mouthed at the sight two meters away
from me, I could not help but remember the odd way mother had acted
that late night a few weeks earlier.

Just as I thought that, mother turned her head to look over her
shoulder.  A stab of guilt about where my eyes had been looking struck
me almost like a physical blow.  She frowned and then carefully rose
to her feet, facing me.

This obviously did not decrease my embarrassment, nor did it alter the
way my eyes were being drawn to exposed parts of her body.  You see,
the tee shirt ended about her hip, and from where I was standing I
could see the triangle of her sex!

Mother crossed her arms defensively over her chest and closed the gap
between us.  "Well, did you have fun?"

She sounded hurt, mad, and more than a little sad.  I was confused.
Mom had okayed the movie earlier that evening. She was not acting like
she was mad about me seeing her naked from the waist down - in fact
she did not even seem to care that she was exposed.  What had I done
wrong?

I simply nodded an answer; the nudity and the odd situation had
already stolen my verbal skills.

That was when I noticed that mother had an odd, glazed look in her
eyes as she stared right at me.  Hadn't I seen that same look that odd
night weeks before?

"Well, did you fuck her tonight?"  Her voice held such venom that it
shocked me.

What?! 'Fuck' who?

In my whole life, I never heard my mother use swear words, and now
here she was using the big 'f-word' as though it were an everyday
verb.  She turned partly away from me, now facing the cold dark
fireplace.  With a forced calm to her voice, mother asked, "Does she
make you happy, George?"

There was no way for me to answer.  The situation was now both
shocking and out of this fucking world.  'George', as you may have
guessed, was my father.  And no, before you think of it, I don't look
anything like my dad; there was no way, even in the shadowed light,
for mom to mistake us.

Sorrow now rose within my mother's words, "Please don't do this,
George; don't ruin our family like this."

Her hands rose to hide her face, and her chest heaved with deep
sadness.  I wondered what the hell was wrong with her and was just
about to step forwards and take her into my arms, when she continued,
"Say something, damn you!  I know I have been a rotten wife!  I know
you wanted more from me!"

Mother turned back to face me, dropping her hands from her face.
Those glassy eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks streaked with the
trails.  "I am begging you not to do this, George!  I will do anything
you want!  Please, just stay?"

My mouth opened to respond, to stop this Twilight Zone moment, but
again mother did something to silence me.  She slowly dropped down to
her knees before me, her eyes locked with my own.

"I am on my knees for you, George.  Remember how you told me every guy
wants a woman that knows when to get on her knees?  Well, I am ... I
will be that woman for you, my love, I promise you."

Mother's hands then crossed before her and grasped the bottom of her
old white shirt.  Faster than you can read this sentence, the tee was
up and over her head.  She was looking into my eyes as she dropped the
shirt, already forgotten, beside her.

"Whatever you want to do with me, George, I will do it!"

I could not take my eyes off those small, slightly hanging breasts
with very wide, dark brown nipples.  I could see, as I stared at them,
how they were starting to wrinkle and harden, the points thrusting
boldly towards me.  Mother raised her hand and gently stroked the
outside of my denim crotch.  My eyes rose back to hers and saw that
she was smirking.  "I still turn you on; don't I, my love?"  She
looked back down at the obvious bulge in my jeans. "You can do
anything you want to me, George."

With that, mother slowly turned around to face away from me, still on
her knees. Then she slowly bent over onto her hands, her face looking
over her shoulder at me.  Carefully, with her eyes locked onto mine,
mother lowered her shoulders so that she was resting on her knees and
elbows.  Then she arched her back down and shoved her ass towards me!
It had the effect of opening up that crevice so that even in the dim
light I could see everything.

"Fuck me, George!  Fuck this body however you want."  She wiggled her
round ass seductively towards me.

God help me, I thought I might just go mad from the image before me.
Here was my mother, submissively exposing her entire genital area to
me and using the roughest of vocabulary to invite me - or really my
dad - to use her in the most demeaning way imaginable.  I knew that I
could do it and she would never know - in fact, she might even enjoy
it!

I trembled like a leaf while mother stared at me.  Mom smiled when she
saw me approach, perhaps thinking her seduction of her ex-husband was
succeeding.  I reached down and placed my hands beneath her armpits
and gently brought her back to a kneeling position.  Her skin felt so
warm, so inviting, and she must have felt how my hand shook with
desire.

I knelt down, and mother turned her head, smiling seductively,
submissively allowing me to position her as I wished.  Her face
approached my own, and I could feel her warm breath tickle the
sweat-slick skin of my brow.  In almost a whisper she gasped, "Tell me
how you want me, George."  Her eyes were pleading with me to take her,
use her.  Was mother trying to seduce dad away from the woman he
eventually left us for - the secret affair that had gone on for nearly
two years before dad finally left?

How secret had it really been?  How long had mother known about that
other woman?

Mom gently took my trembling hand and placed it between her legs.  The
hot wetness was obvious!  She groaned anxiously with pleasure as she
moved my fingers to tease her hot, slick, inner labia.

I yanked my hand from between her wet, hot thighs as if burned. With
the other I desperately reached for her discarded tee-shirt.  As I
drew it up and over her head my mother's face took on an almost
anguished sorrow.  She realized that her seduction was failing.

Mother knelt there as I pulled her head through, then one arm, then
the other.  She offered no resistance but gave no help, as I tried to
restore some semblance of propriety to the moment.  Her eyes ran with
silent tears, her pupils locked on my face, her lips moving as if in a
silent plea.

I then carefully guided her to her feet, moving myself in parallel.  I
wanted to tell her it all would be okay in the morning, that I was her
son and not her husband, that dad was gone - but no words would come
from my mouth.  I was not my father - I could never be so cruel to
this dear woman.

She allowed me to walk her slowly up to her room.  The bed covers were
pulled back and only the bathroom light gave illumination.  There,
next to her pillow, was a thin satin teddy and a pair of lace
stockings - all white.  Had she planned on wearing these for her
seduction this evening?

I laid her back onto her bed, covering her with the duvet and pushing
the lingerie to the floor.  All the while her tear-drenched eyes were
watching me.  Only when I made a move to leave did mother ask, "Is
there no way I can convince you to stay, George?"  A loud sob escaped
her for the first time - the first audible proof of her despair.

I couldn't help myself. I stopped at the door and looked over my
shoulder, remembering how my own mother looked as she tried to seduce
me.

She continued, her tone more like begging now, "You told me if I had
been more of a slut for you, things would have been different."

She was tearing my heart out.

"If you give me another chance, I will prove to you how much I love
you."

The hardest thing I have ever done in my life was to close that door
behind me - leaving only the loud wails of pain and anguish from the
only family I had left.

 -*-

You must understand that I was sixteen that night; that it was the
first time I had ever seen a naked woman, let alone held her sex in my
palm.  "Why did it have to be mom", I asked silently again and again.
Yet, I could not get the image of her out of my mind - the sight of
her naked flesh, the sounds of her deliberately sexy voice, and
especially the seductive, submissive look in her eye.

How could dad have left mother for any other woman?  Or had she not
acted this way before he had left and now regretted it in her dreams?

And dreams they had to be - she was in her dream world, a world where
dad had not yet left us, where she still could try to seduce him into
staying and forgetting about that tramp he was hooked up with.  I was
surprised, however, at how awake she seemed.  How could a person be so
active and still be asleep?  Maybe her medication was the explanation.
I determined to look tomorrow.

In the meantime, I rubbed my young hard prick raw that night, not
being able to sleep for hours.

In the morning I went to the kitchen before mother left for work,
simply because I wanted to see how she was.  And what I found was a
woman in a deeper layer of despair that I had ever seen - she looked
and moved like a zombie.  I longed to comfort her, but didn't know
how.  Had I forced her to relive my father's rejection of her all over
again in her dreams?

She forced a single smile for me and then left for work.

I slipped back up to her room, finding an uncharacteristic mess; the
bed was rumpled and unmade, the blinds were still closed, and clothing
was strewn about the floor before her dresser.  Stepping into her
private bathroom I easily found the bottle of pills that had been
prescribed by our family doctor.  The name was unintelligible, with
countless syllables.  On the bottle, there were only the instructions
to take the drug before bedtime and on a full stomach.  Undeterred, I
looked through the waste basket finding the small paper bag from the
pharmacy and a folded white piece of paper inside - the detailed
instructions - and the side effects: sensitive breasts, vomiting,
dehydration, and headaches.  Then I found it - 'a minor chance of
active dreams and even sleepwalking'.

I dropped the paper back into the garbage and slipped back into my
bed.  My hand found my cock ready for another rubbing before I caught
up on more sleep.

 -*-

I watched mother intently all night, finding any excuse to be near
her.  She still appeared lethargic and very sad, but she tried to
brighten up when she noticed me looking at her.  Only after she kissed
my cheek and went up to bed, promptly at ten o'clock, did I revert to
my summer mode and mindlessly watch some sitcoms and a late movie.

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when I finally heard mother's
bedroom door open slowly and the soft pads of her feet moving along
the hardwood floor.  My heart began to pump quickly and I used the
remote to turn off the television.

Seconds later she was walking into the room slowly, and I could feel
her eyes upon me.  Mother wore another satin nightgown; this one was
pearl-coloured, knee-length, with slits up to both hips and loose
spaghetti straps on either shoulder.  Slowly and without taking her
eyes off me, mother sat across from me in the couch parallel to my
own.  "You are home tonight George?"

The thick trace of venom in her tone startled me, and I guessed her to
be barely containing her anger.  Then mother turned her head away from
me, as if too disgusted to look any more.

"What did I do wrong, George?  At least tell me that?"

She had done nothing wrong and my mouth was nearly open to tell her
that, before I stopped myself.  Would the sound of my voice give away
this charade - that I was not mother's ex-husband but her teenaged
son?

Mother barked a short, harsh laugh that held little in the way of
humour.  "Stupid question isn't it: how often did I deny you sex for
so many years?"  Again mother's voice held a great amount of disgust,
but this time it seemed to be aimed inwards.

Her eyes returned to me, and if looks could kill I would have been
dead.  "When did you start doing that slut, George?  Was it about the
time you stopped touching me, stopped trying?"  Her anger was melting
into sadness again, "I knew; did you know that?  I could smell her on
you, on your clothing and even on your breath.  I thought she was a
toy, someone or something to play with since I kept denying you the
things you wanted."

The tears started at this point, but mother tried to ignore them,
still staring at me with deep sorrow.  "When I realized she wasn't
going to disappear from our lives and that I was going to lose you, I
tried to please you.  I wanted to give the things you wanted a try.
Why didn't you at least let me try, George?"

Her humiliation was complete.  Mother was laying her soul on the line
- to a man long gone, but still before her in her dreams.  Had she had
this conversation with dad before he left?  I couldn't be sure, but I
somehow doubted it.

Mother slipped to her knees upon the circular throw carpet, and I
turned my head away, embarrassed for her.  "Please, George?  Just give
me a chance.  That's all I'm asking!"  I turned back to her when I
realized she was crawling awkwardly towards me on her knees, her hands
fumbling with the thin straps at her shoulders.  "I will do anything
you want from now on; I will be the 'slut' you always told me you
wanted me to be!"

The straps slipped down both shoulders and mother pushed the front of
her light-coloured satin gown below the round white curve of her small
breasts.

Then she was kneeling between my knees and her hands were fumbling
with my cotton gym sweats and boxers.  I knew I should say something
to stop this charade, I should push her away and tell her that I was
not dad, that he left her long ago and that this was all a dream.  But
mother already had a seductive twinkle in her eyes and a soft
promising smile on her lips.  I had seen neither from her during the
daylight hours for a very long time. I couldn't destroy her happiness
as I had done last night.  She was doing this in her dreams and not
even realizing that it was also happening in reality - but instead of
it being with father, it was with me, her son.

I told myself to pull her hands away... stand up... anything...!

Mother pulled my partly erect penis from beneath my clothing and moved
in with her mouth open.  I stared with a mixture of shock and awe as I
felt her warm, moist lips take me to the root and suck deeply while
the talented tongue teased me.

My head fell back upon the couch with overwhelming pleasure.  It was a
feeling I had never felt in my whole life.  A small part of me
memorize the physical act mother was doing - the slow way she sucked
up and down the length of my fully erect cock, the way one of her
hands held it pointed away from my body while the other hand fondled
my balls.  The rest of me was given over to the pure ecstasy of the
experience.  She thought I was dad - mother was sucking her husbands
cock in her dream - and it was incredible.

Oh, God!

One of my hands came up and the fingers slipped into her thick hair to
feel her movements.  My hips were already pumping upwards, her head
accelerating to match my pace.

When my mother felt my hand on the back of her head, she disengaged
just long enough to blurt out, "You can fuck my face anytime, my
love!"  She returned to her work with a passion that was infectious.

Dad was a moron!

Once again, while sleepwalking, she had used words I thought to be
foreign to her.  She had just told her dream man to 'fuck' her face
anytime.  It was incredible!  My parent no longer existed for me, at
least not as she had been only hours before.  No, she was much more
now - she was a woman!

I did not last as long as I wished; in fact I wanted this pleasure to
last forever.  A small part of me worried about my performance, but
then I reminded myself that it was not me my mom was sucking, but dad.
That calmed me considerably.  This was the closest thing to
guilt-free, worry-free sex that I could contemplate!

A loud groan escaped from between my clenched teeth just as my cock
began to spurt.  I could hear mother swallow loudly and frequently
before she removed her lips from my dick and let me shoot into her
open mouth.  I watched, amazed and delighted at the sight that I could
never have contemplated seeing in a million years.  It was worth that
little voice in my head telling me how wrong, how evil this was.
Seeing my seed spill past mother's bottom lip to roll down to her chin
was more than enough to silence any mental doubts.

I sat there panting, as mother finally lifted her face from my lap,
her hand still holding my soft penis gently.  With the middle finger
of her spare hand she scooped up large drops of sperm and then licked
them off with her red tongue.  And all the while, her eyes were
watching me watch her.

Finally she spoke, "I can be the slut you want me to be, George.  I'm
sorry that it took me so long to realize how to make you happy."
Finding no other evidence of sperm upon her chin, mother dropped both
hands to her lap and licked her lips.  "I am your wife, and there is
nothing I won't do for you."  She forced a smile but I could feel her
nervousness.  I figured she was probably wondering if her single blow
job would be enough to convince her husband that she had changed her
ways.

Mother seemed to be waiting for a response from me.  When she did not
get one, she slowly backed up to couch she had come from and sat down
upon it, her hands fixing the straps to her nightgown so that her
breasts were no longer bare.  "If you must be with that other woman,
all I ask is that you come home to me every night."  Mother seemed
nervous and fearful again; worry was again overwhelming her good
feelings.  "I will not give you up without a fight - but if I must
share you, I want to be the one you go to sleep with.  Will you at
least grant me that, George?"

I was terrified that if I said a word, mother's sleepwalking would
end.  How would she feel upon discovering that the taste of sperm on
her tongue was mine and not dad's?  Most probably, it would shadder
her already delicate soul.

I could feel the anger at my (my dad's) silence rising up within her.
It was almost a physical force, even from across the room.  Mother
suddenly stood and hissed in anger, "If you want to fuck me, George, I
will be in bed!"  She stomped off, disgusted at her husband.

 -*-

What kind of pig allows himself to be so overwhelmed sexually as to
take advantage of his unwitting mother?  I felt I had to be the lowest
form of life!

My dreams that night took the two nights of erotic events between
mother and I and built upon them.  The images were graphic and very
erotic, and I awoke sweating and hard.

What had awakened me, though, was the distant, pathetic sounds of
whimpering and sobs - mother!  I bounced out of bed and adjusted
myself so that my hard-on was not so apparent before rushing from my
room to hers.  I caught a glance at the clock; it was only five in the
morning - she shouldn't have been awake yet.

Without thinking, I shoved her door open wide and rushed into her
room.

Mother was lying on top of her sheets in the fetal position, crying
into her hands.  She lifted her head at my intrusion, quickly pulled a
blanket over her exposed legs and mumbled, "Jason... what is it
honey?"

Obviously she wasn't dreaming now.  "Mom I heard you crying or
something?"

Mother wiped at her tear-stained cheeks and responded, "I had a dream
that bothered me."

Oh, God.  She knew!  She had somehow come to realize whose cock she
had sucked only hours before!

I felt like such a worm.

My silence must have seemed confused to her because mother added, "It
was about your father, honey."

The wave of self-loathing dissipated from within me, and I exhaled
silently.  I still knew of my transgression, but at least my mother
had been spared the turmoil such knowledge would surely create.  I
stepped forward and sat upon the edge of the bed.  Mother sat up and
immediately wrapped her arms about me, her head on my shoulder.

"I am so sorry, honey.  I wish I could just forget him."  She sniffled
pitifully.

My hands patted her back, and I whispered dutifully, "It's okay, mom."

Her chest heaves slowed and her sobs all but disappeared.  "Guess you
must think I'm a lost case or something, right Jason?"  More
sniffling.  "I want you to know that I've been seeing someone."

My heart seemed to have stopped; who this man mother was seeing?

"It's someone Dr. Johnson recommended after he prescribed the pills I
told you about.  I have been going to him every week for the last
while.  I thought it was helping too, until these dreams started a few
days ago."

My heart was again thumping... a little too fast this time.  "Dreams,
mom?"

She took a while to reply, "I am just a little lonely honey.  It's
just silly stuff."

I pushed it, "About you and dad, mom?"

Her back muscles tensed up under my open hands, "Yes... yes they are."

"And that's what you dreamt about tonight?"

Again tentatively, "Yes."

The silence reigned for a good long while before mother sat back,
laying her head upon her pillow and staring up at me.  An obviously
forced soft smile appeared, "Thank you for caring, honey."

Instead of thinking about my mother's mental state and her struggle to
deal with my father's abandonment, my teenaged mind was wondering what
it would be like to be this woman's lover - to sit here and talk to
her as an equal and not as her child.  Would she let me fondle her?
Kiss her?  Perhaps we both could be naked?

After another lengthy silence mother added, "I'm better now, honey -
really.  You can go back to bed again."

"Okay mom."  I stood without thinking and looked at my mothers shocked
face.

What mother was looking at was my crotch. My thoughts about being
naked with her and fondling her had had the usual effect on my
hormone-charged body.  Like a dummy I stared down at the embarrassing
way my hard cock was thrusting away from my body.  My thin cotton
pyjama bottom did little to hide my appendage.

"Oh! My God!"  I heard mother whisper.

I turned quickly away from mother, trying to hide my erection with my
body, and slipped one hand down to try to hold it against my stomach.
I shuffled out of the room and back to my own, my face hot with shame.
It seemed strange how embarrassed I had become about mother seeing my
erection, through my clothing no less, while I had watched her suck me
off just hours before.

 -*-

Evidently it had affected mom too.  She made herself scarce the next
day, coming home late from school and then going to the privacy of her
room after ordering a pizza.  But I knew what I had to do, what my
body was demanding that I do, and so I simply waited in bed until the
early hours of the next day, near two in the morning actually.

I heard the familiar sound of her door opening and then an unfamiliar
sound of high heels on the hardwood floor.  I waited five minutes,
barely containing my anticipation, and followed.

You should know that it was easier this time.  I could have stopped
after that one time last night with a memory to last a lifetime, and
mother would never have been the wiser.  Except. except that when
given a sample of nirvana, of heaven on earth, I could not simply
graze in the heavenly pasture a single time.  I had to see how close I
could get to entering into it permanently.

She stood in the middle of the living room, a crackling fire behind
her in the large marble fireplace, wearing only her heels.  Mother
wore a strange smile, her glassy eyes feasting upon me - her dream
husband - with lust.

"I hoped you would come, George."  She leaned over and retrieved a
small white tube of something from the marble coffee table just beside
her.  As I came closer she continued in a husky voice, "When I said I
would do anything to keep you my love, I meant anything."

Mom handed me the object, which I saw was a half-used tube of KY
jelly!  My eyes must have revealed my surprise and confusion; hers
widened in excitement.

As I watched, she slowly dropped to her knees before me, "I can be the
slut you want, George.  I will do what I had said I would never do."

Mom moved deftly until she faced away from me, quashing my thought
that I was in for another blow job, and then lowered her torso over
that marble table.  Mother reached around behind herself, one side of
her face lying on the cool marble, and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"I truly want this, George.  I want you to use my mouth whenever you
wish.  And I want you to fuck my ass anytime you want.  I am your
private little slut, my love!"  She wiggled her bottom for effect.

And what an effect!

In all respects, except for yesterday's single blow job, I was a
virgin.  Suddenly, here was the one woman that I could not get out of
my mind and fantasies for the last few days, asking me to have anal
intercourse.  As one indication of how far I had come in one day, I
had no internal struggle with the need to run away, to hide, as I had
the night before.  Instead, I unknotted my pyjama bottoms and let them
drop to the floor.  Over her shoulder mother saw my action and smiled,
her ass wiggling constantly in anticipation now.

"Do your slut up the ass, my love!"

As soon as my free hand grasped one smooth soft cheek, mother stopped
her anxious wiggles, and gasped with expectant pleasure.  She pulled
her cheeks further apart, so that even in the shaded light I could see
everything.  It was her gift to her dream man.

Having never been in such extreme intimacy with a woman's privates
before, I went on pure instinct.  I knelt down behind mother,
straddling her high-heeled shoes and calves, and then leaned down.
There was no plan, I was reacting on some basic animal-like emotion.

I kissed the dark asterisk of my parent's rectum, extracting a harsh
gasp of pleasure from her.  That was enough to tell me to do it again,
and then again.  Soon my tongue was out past my lips, licking,
caressing, and entering that which was forbidden.

In stories online, I had read about anal sex, but in truth it had
barely interested me.  "Why would I want 'that'" - I thought, "when
there was that wondrous spot between a woman's legs - the one that got
wet and gave men so much pleasure".  My thoughts were changing more
and more every minute.

"Oh God, George - that feels incredible!"

Indeed!

Remembering what I had in my other hand, I finally came up for a gulp
of air and looked at the saliva-covered, tiny, hard muscle beneath me.
Mother tensed, but only for a brief second, as the cool, non-petroleum
jelly fell upon the hot skin between the cheeks of her ass.  I put on
a lot, enough that her anus was no longer visible in the dim light.

I dropped the tube of jelly by my hip, already forgotten.

My fingers began to dance between the soft, pale fleshy buns of her
ass, reaching into the generous goo to press gently against the
donut-like muscle of my parent's ass.  When mother felt me pressing
against her there, she pushed her ass back and my index finger slipped
into the very hot, very tight hole almost with ease.

A guttural groan escaped my mom, and she gasped for breath.

Now, when a virgin has his finger inside a woman what does he
generally do?  That's right - I began to move it, like a small penis,
in and out of my own parent's ass hole.  She responded aggressively
and positively, pumping her hips back and forth, fucking herself on my
finger.

She finally hissed over her shoulder towards me, "You are making me
feel so fucking good, George!"

Never had I felt so like a man, so energized and so powerful.  My cock
was like a rock and seemed to be already aimed at that place that was
being offered.  To my mom's vocal dismay, I withdrew my thrusting
finger, but when I brought my jelly-covered hand to my own member,
coating myself liberally, she began moaning and wiggling her round
sexy ass as if to remind me what to do next.

The worst moment came right then, as I forced my dick to aim downwards
and pressed it awkwardly forwards.  I felt so infantile in not knowing
how to do this, how to push myself into my mother's ass.  Then I
remembered she had told father she would never do this - have anal sex
- but that in her desire to save her marriage, to keep her husband
interested, she would succumb.

I was not the only virgin here!  Mother's ass was as virgin as I was!
As my oral virginity had been taken yesterday, so mom's (and my) anal
first was about to occur.  I now understood the nervous look in her
hungry gaze, as she stared at me over her shoulder.

That energized my resolve.  I placed the circumcised head of my penis
directly against her slimy, relaxed anus and held it in place.  I had
no plan or even any knowledge of how to proceed, and so I was relieved
when I felt and watched mother press her hips back slowly, forcing the
large head of my prick past her round, hard, protective rectum.

Only after the head popped into her did I take the initiative and
gently press myself all the way in until mother and I were fully
seated together.  I could still see her face over one shoulder, but
her eyes were tightly closed now, her mouth open wide but silent.

For the first time in my life I had put my cock fully inside a woman!
I was discounting the oral sex I had received the night before because
mom had been the aggressor; she had captured me and brought me to
hardness.  This time it was my full erection, guided and pressed by
me, which penetrated a tight, almost unwilling hole to achieve the
union we both desired.  My hands grasped the soft, rounded flesh of
mother's hips and gently began to move within that very tight, hot
sheath.

Mother hissed in response, a sound not unlike a response to pain, but
she said nothing. I was expecting her to tell me to take it out.
Instead she stayed silent, but for small gasps and frequent hissing,
as I moved back and forth evenly in her ass hole.

The seconds passed and I realized that the tightness was easing and
that the rest of mother's body was responding in an obviously positive
manner.  The flesh of her back was moving almost hypnotically below
me; her pale skin was bright with sweat; her mouth was moving without
making a sound, as if begging without ever saying a word.

My eyes tried to take it all in, the wondrous sight below and before
me, and especially the sight of my familiar penis moving in and out of
the unfamiliar rear passage of my own mother.

I was actually fucking a woman in the ass!  My god! And it was my own
mom!

As I had that thought, mother started to pump her hips back to meet my
thrusts, doubling my pleasure and hopefully her own. Both my hands
reached around her sweaty, trembling torso to grasp those small,
mature breasts and I was amazed at how pliable they were.

Suddenly, taking me completely by surprise, my climax arrived and my
cock exploded within that hot, wet ass hole.  Mother moaned loudly and
happily as I pumped again and again, outdoing my own dose from the
night before, filling mom up with my seed.

Then it was over, and with a sigh I felt my soft member forced out of
that tiny, hard, round rectum as if she were squeezing a turd out of
herself.  Mother gently turned around and then slipped down to her ass
before me.  She gasped my soft member and rolled it against the skin
between her small breasts.  Her smile was wide and pleased.

"Did I make you happy, my love?"

Still not wanting to say a word, I responded as I could, "Uh huh."

Her face brightened up, going from sexy to very happy, and she leaned
down to kiss the soiled head of my prick lovingly.  "And did you like
fucking me in the ass, mister cock?"  She giggled like a schoolgirl as
she pressed the piss hole next to her ear as if listening.  Mother
looked back up into my eyes, "He says he liked fucking me in the ass
very much, George, and would love to do it more often."

A very happy, drawn-out giggle escaped my mother and I did the only
thing I could think of in response, I stroked her thick head of hair
lovingly.

She practically mewed as she cuddled with my soft, soiled dick.

 -*-

It was mother knocking on my door loudly and anxiously that woke me up
the next morning.  Something in me told me to pretend to be asleep as
she jerked the door open to find me lying in bed.

"Jason?  Wake up, Jason!"

I moaned and pulled the pillow over my head.

Her voice took on a nasty edge as she repeated her demand that I
arise.  I heard her approach my bed and felt the covers being pulled
back, all the way to my feet.  Since I was on my front, mother had a
perfect view of my bare ass and I could hear her gasp in surprise.  As
if still mostly asleep, I turned slowly onto my back.

Mother stood silently by my bed for only a few seconds before I heard
her rush from my room.  The front door opened and then closed loudly,
slamming, and the car started up and drove away hurriedly.

Only then did I sit up, wondering what mom had wanted.  Had something
gone wrong?  Was I found out?

 -*-

That night I stayed up until four in the morning before going to bed
disappointed.  Mother never appeared.

 -*-

The thought that I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, as
it were, was overwhelmed by my anticipation of more sex with my mom.
The situation was just too good to pass up - she dreaming of dad and
using me as his surrogate.  I had actually convinced myself that I was
helping mother's healing process - that she needed this outlet, if not
in real life then in her heart.

For a second day she had been able to avoid me during the day. Again I
waited until very late to see if she would reappear from her room,
sleepwalking.  When two in the morning came, I feared that the night
had been wasted and moved silently up to her bedroom doorway.

Through the door I heard a slow creak of the mattress, and a smile
came to my lips.

The door opened silently and I entered on my bare feet.  Mother was
naked on the top of her bed, lying on her front with one arm beneath
her body.  Her generous buttocks were flexing rhythmically as she
pumped herself down onto her hand and the mattress.  Something alerted
her to my presence, and I held my breath as she opened her eyes and
looked at me over her shoulder.

"George?"

Mother's face brightened up as she saw her husband standing behind
her.  She rolled slowly over onto her back, "I was thinking about you,
my love."  A sly smile accompanied this statement.

My heart started to beat very fast and I knew this was my moment, this
was why I had lain awake these last two nights.  Coming in my mother's
mouth and then in her ass had been glorious, but what would be even
better would be losing my final virginity.  Of course, in my mind, my
mother was the one I wanted to do that with.  I could care less if she
thought it was dad lying with her; it would be I having all the fun.

Mother watched me expectantly as I dropped my pyjama bottom and then
knelt on the edge of the bed.  Without pausing I slipped my hand
between her soft thighs and cupped upwards into that warm damp sex.  A
wide smile appeared on my parent's lips and in her eyes as she bent
her knees and spread her thighs wide apart.

Oh, George!"

One of my fingers slipped into her body and her hips thrust upwards to
accept it.  Her hands turned into claws, and she gripped at the
blanket beneath her.

My face lowered, and I aggressively took a small, hard nipple past my
lips and sucked as if I could still receive the milk I had as a child.
One of mother's hands came up and held my head firmly against her
bosom.

"Yes, my love!"

I added a second finger to the first and mother was pumping herself
upwards again and again, her breathing getting louder and sounding
more like panting.

As fantastic as this moment was, I had come here for a purpose.  The
throbbing between my legs sternly reminded me of that desire.  My hand
withdrew from her body and mother watched as her 'husband' climbed up
between her spread thighs and aimed himself.

There were no drums or horns announcing the second that my cock
slipped into my mother's well-prepared cunt, the instant that my
virginity was at an end.  Yet it had to be the best moment of my
sixteen year old life - without a doubt.

Mother's knees rose and I felt the bottoms of her bare feet pressing
down on the back of my thighs as her hips thrust up to meet my
movements.  My eyes feasted on the generous bouncing of her mature
breasts on her chest and on the love within her sparkling eyes.

I knew she was loving this.  She needed this fuck.  Her mind, with the
experimental drug's help, conjured up the one man that had hurt her,
humiliated her for another, caused her to feel less than worthy of
love or lust.  In her dreams, though, she was winning her marriage,
and perhaps even love, back by turning into the woman she thought her
husband wanted.  I could see within her eyes that mother loved the
feel of my hard cock moving aggressively within her body, but she also
had to be loving the fact that dad had chosen her bed and not that of
the other woman.

Mother gently, as if it were a suggestion and not a demand, brought my
neck down to bring my lips to her own.

It was another first for me, a sexy, grown-up kiss that I felt totally
inadequate doing.  But she never seemed to notice; our lips were wide
open and locked together, her tongue was exploring my mouth and our
mixed saliva slipped down both of our chins.  She was groaning into my
mouth, and I knew she was loving this.

I reluctantly pulled from those hungry, savoury lips and held myself
up on my hands and knees, watching the delightful creature below me.
Mother grasped her breasts in her hands and roughly fondled herself
while watching me in return.

"Fill me up, George... fill up your slut wife's cunt!"

As long as mother thought of me as dad, she was mine to enjoy; and
that thought, along with the physical pleasure I was enduring, was
enough to put me over the edge.  I did not move; I just knelt there
above my parent, looking down at her lust-filled face, and felt my
seed spurt out the head of my pumping cock.

Mother's arms came up and wrapped about my neck, dragging me down to
lie fully upon her.  Her kisses rained over my face and lips.  "I love
you, George!  I love you so much!"  Evidently she was very happy her
husband chose to use her rather than the woman he had actually ended
up with outside of this dream world of hers.

Extricating myself from mother's loving arms and kisses was slow, but
soon I stood by the edge of the bed looking about for my hastily
discarded pyjama bottom.  While I was doing this, mother giggled
playfully, wiggled towards me, and, before I knew it, engulfed my
soiled, soft prick in her warm mouth.

The feeling was heaven on earth and I felt my knees tremble, to the
point that I feared falling to my bare ass.  My recent orgasm had left
my penis rather sensitive and mother's warm wet tongue seemed to know
just how to take advantage of that fact.

I forgot my pyjama bottom and just swayed upon my feet while watching
my mother make oral love to my penis.  Mother finally withdrew her
mouth, looking up past my sweaty torso to stare deeply into my eyes,
"Did this slut make you happy, my love?"

I could see the desire for an answer... for the answer!  My mouth
moved before I could stop it, "I loved it, mom!"

What I had done hit me like a slap on my bare ass and I inadvertently
stepped back from mother in shock and fear.  Would my words be enough
to disintegrate this waking-dream of hers?

Mother lay half over the edge of the bed for a full ten seconds
without any indication that she had heard me before her moist lips
slowly spread into a grin.  "You are a very naughty boy, Jason!"

Another step and the back of my long, strong legs hit the edge of
mother's dresser.  She had spoken my name; mom was no longer asleep!
She knew; but how much did she know? and why had she permitted things
to go on tonight?

Shock stilled my heart and froze my limbs.  I became conscious of the
cool night air tickling my saliva-covered penis, and shame heated my
face.  "Mom...?"

She smoothly rolled off the bed and stood up facing me.  Mother took a
long step and I found her facing me.  Our nudity was suddenly
embarrassing to me.  Her eyes, though, had not left mine while her
hand reached out and wrapped her warm fingers about my soiled, soft
penis.

I felt nothing at the touch; my emotions were rolling about within me
randomly and uncontrollably.

"I have been having some very sexy dreams lately.  It has been you,
hasn't it?"

My head nodded in the affirmative, even though I could only guess at
the range of dreams my mom had been having under that drug she was
taking.

Her sly smile softened and widened.  "Imagine my confusion when I woke
up after a particularly sexy dream to find sperm leaking out of my
very sore bottom!  Yes, you have been very, very naughty my love."

Though her words were saying my non-consensual actions had been wrong,
her voice and the look in her eyes and on her face said otherwise.  It
confused me.  My desire had driven me to do things that were obviously
wrong and I had feared this moment.  Yet this moment of discovery was
not going as I had feared it would.

The sly pleasure left mother's face as if a curtain had dropped.  "In
my dreams I saved my marriage with your father by becoming what he had
wanted from me in the early years of our marriage."  Mother swallowed
thickly and loudly in the dark silent room and then continued, "It is
too late for my marriage, Jason, but maybe dreams do come true?"  Mom
squeezed my cock with meaning.

If I understood what was going on, mother had known the morning after
I had anal intercourse with her that I had raped her while she had
been dream-walking.  But she did not look very angry at what I had
done... on the contrary...?

"Mom...?"

Her smile returned without the slyness.  "Do you find your old mother
sexy, Jason?"

Mother's brow wrinkled when I paused before answering, her silence
demanding an answer.  I found my voice again and blurted out, "I find
you incredibly sexy, mom."  The words sounded very alien even to my
own ears.

The wrinkles on her forehead disappeared, leaving only happiness.
"Then what would you say if I told you that I want to be your secret
private slut, my love?"

Those warm eyes searched into my soul while her words and the hand
wrapped about my cock promised more than I had ever imagined.  I had
wanted mother to continue sleepwalking just so I could have fun with
her while she dreamt about dad.  Now she was standing naked before me,
offering me much more than I could have ever hoped for.

This is not the woman that I had grown up with, the one who had taught
me everything about myself.  This was the woman that mother dreamed
about being - the woman who found lust and love in her own private
world.  And somehow I had replaced my own father in the primary role.

Mother stepped up to me on her bare feet, her eyes still locked to my
own.  "Am I asleep right now, Jason?"

My head shook negatively before I answered with a mumble, "No mom, I
don't think so."

"Do you think I was asleep when you first came into my room tonight?"

"No."  I now realized that tonight her eyes had not had that glazed
look I knew came from the drug!  I was just so intent on the flight of
joy that was to come that I had missed the most important item on the
checklist!

A somber look overtook her smile.  "You thought all my dreams were
just fantasy, didn't you, Jason?"  Sheepishly, I nodded.  Her voice
got a little harder. "Well, they were actually memories of what
happened between your father and me."  My frown must have encouraged
her to continue, "I prostituted myself for your dad; I threw myself at
him.  And you know what George did; he took it all and used me, and in
the end the bastard still discarded me for a younger model."

She shook her head in disgust. "It had taken me nearly two decades to
discover that I liked sex, that I wanted to be a 'slut' for the man I
loved; and when I finally got there, he dumped me!  I lost all faith
in men and even in love."

There was a long, drawn-out sigh and a squeeze of my cock before she
continued. "Then, two mornings ago, I awoke from one of my very sexy
dreams and my muscles were tired, my knees had rug burns and my ass
hole was extremely sore.  I knew that pain - your father enjoyed me
back there enough times when I became his slut.  Of course I knew it
was you, and that scared me and I wasn't sure how to feel."

Mom let go of my half-hard penis and brought both her arms up to wrap
about my neck.  She stood on her toes and brought her face to within a
centimetre of my own.  A little smile began to appear and her voice
became deeper, more breathy.

"I had forgotten how alive I felt when I let myself become your
father's private slut until I felt that dull pain in my ass.  Suddenly
my sex came alive.  I wondered if my dreams of remembered ecstasy
could become real.  I waited for you to come to me last night and
tonight.  I knew you thought I would be in a drug-induced sleep.  I
knew you were coming for just one thing, and I wanted to be alert and
experience all the joy again.  After you fucked me so well tonight, I
knew that I would pretend with you forever if that was what it took to
keep you coming to me.  When you called me 'mom' by mistake, I had to
decide whether to risk being open with you."

Mother's lips kissed my own gently, her eyes still upon mine. "I don't
trust or love any man but you, Jason, and I need to be a slut for my
true love to feel like a woman... to feel alive!  I don't want to live
a lie when another option is open. So, I am offering you anything you
want, whenever you want, without any pretence." She blinked a few
times before asking demurely and a little tentatively, "If you will
have me?"

A deep sigh escaped my lips; I knew the heavens had fallen, that life
would never be the same.  My hands moved without thought, cupping and
holding mother's ass, pressing her bare flesh against me.  She felt so
perfect, there against me.  Her mouth began to smile again; her eyes
began to take on that seductive look I had seen on the first night of
our interaction as she continued to stare into my own.  My mouth came
to hers again; my tongue drove forward to taste this willing woman.
Mother suddenly moaned and rotated her pelvis against me; her tongue
fondled my own.

We moved awkwardly back to her bed and fell upon it.  She landed on
top of me and, with a little movement of her hips, expertly impaled my
newly rehardened member within her sheath yet again.  I simply lay
beneath her, my hands fondling her soft sexy ass and my mouth
engulfing her own, as she rotated and drove her cunt up and down my
hard pole.

Mother was already moaning into my mouth, her body heating up and
becoming slick with our sweat.  That place where we were joined felt
intensely hot and very wet - so wet that it made loud sloppy noises in
the quiet room.

When I opened my eyes to peek at her, I was surprised to find her
staring at me with something of awe.  Seeing my look, she took her
lips off my own and gasped, "I love you, Jason... and I love this!"

"I love you too, mom."  My voice sounded rough to my own ears.

Her hips seemed to have become more aggressive at my simple statement.
Her eyes were obviously having trouble staying focused upon me in the
heat of our coupling.

"Promise me... promise that I won't need to dream to feel this good
ever again?"  Her voice held a deep note of pleading and it turned me
on while also tearing my heart at the same time.

While mother was speaking, one of my index fingers slipped between the
hot, slick flesh of mother's ass cheeks and touched the rough,
familiar, hard muscle of her anus.  The fact that my finger was now
fondling her ass hole and that she would never again stop me doing
this or any other sexual act was simply out of this fucking world to
me!  I knew there were no boundaries; my finger pressed into the very
tight hole to the second knuckle.

"If you keep being my private slut, mom, I promise that you will get
fucked very well and very hard, very frequently!"

Mother allowed her eyes to close before her head dropped back on her
shoulders.  Her mouth opened as she moved aggressively and wildly
above me.  Even as I realized mother was getting close to another
orgasm, I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks past her beautiful,
wide smile.

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