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"Oh... Oh yes... Yes, just like that... Oh yes, I'm so close. Oh, Fuck! I'm... I'm... I'M CUMMING!!" I screamed as I awoke from my dream. Covered in sweat, I sat up and noticed that once again, I had cum in my sleep.

Fuck! Another sex dream about Mom. I thought as I leaped up and stripped the stain-covered sheet from my bed.

As I tossed the soiled linen into my hamper, I mumbled, "Maybe it's natural to have dreams like this?"

Who the fuck am I kidding. No way can this be natural. I rationalized and sighed.

"Honey, are you up?" I heard, causing me to jump.

It was my mother just outside my bedroom. I stood in silence as her following words vibrated through the door. "I made you breakfast."

My eyes fixated on the jiggling of my door handle, causing my heartbeat to quicken.

Strangely, I became sexually stimulated when I realized my mother was about to see me naked.

Thankfully, I hadn't lost all of my morals yet and yelled, "Yeah! I'm up! Don't come in. I'm not decent."

Mom gave no response, but I let out a light sigh when I heard her footsteps going away.

"Get a grip, Tucker. She's your mother." I muffled to myself as I went to my dresser for a pair of briefs.

As I dressed for the day, I pondered over one of many sinful dreams and remembered back to when they first came to light.

It all started two months ago when I happened to come across Mom doing her morning exercises like she'd done so many times in the past. Only, for some reason, when I glanced at her this time, something deep inside me started to stir, and as I continued to survey her womanly figure, a strange urge overcame me.

These new desires grew as Mom had bent over, touching her toes and my eyes fixated on her slender figure. Her long blonde hair grazed across the floor, and just before she straightened up, my eyes noticed how her sheer white spandex yoga pants beautifully showed off her wonderful firm ass and well-toned legs. Suddenly, Mom twisted her body to the left, and that was when I caught sight of how her milky fitted sports bra seemed to exaggerate her nice c size melons.

It quickly became evident that Mom was no longer just the loving woman who gave birth to me, but this sexy older woman I was now lusting over.

I don't know how long I just stood admiring her body as she was exercising, but it was apparent she hadn't noticed me and kept with her routing. My heartbeat quickened as I observed Mom put her hands out to her sides while her standing legs spread before leaning over and bouncing her upper body up and down to the beat with the music playing on the TV.

I couldn't stand it anymore and felt my cock hardening by the second as her tight tush pushed back just a little every time her upper body would push downward. My mouth became dry as my sexual urges built to the point where I almost wanted to rush in there and ram my steel pole deep into her pussy. Lost in my deranged thoughts, I wasn't aware Mom had looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh Tucker... You scared me. Everything okay?"

"Umm... Yeah, Mom. I was just. Um... Just..." It was all I could muster as the feelings of guilt washed over me for thinking such thoughts. I couldn't see it. But I knew my face had to be turning different colors.

On the other hand, Mom played it cool and just gave me a big smile while straightening up and facing me. She then grabbed a towel that was next to her and rubbed it slowly across her neck while cocking her head to the left and wooed, "Honey can you get me a water from the refrig?"

"Um... Yeah... I can do that." I said and quickly ran off to the kitchen.

It wasn't until I opened the refrigerator door that I realized my dick was still hard as a rock and clearly showed a prominent bulge in my pants.

Not knowing what to do, I waited by the refrigerator and just hoped it would subside. But alas, I guess I was gone too long and heard Mom behind me saying, "What are you doing?"

Shocked, I spun around holding Mom's water and noticed her eyes shift down to my crotch and widen as she gazed at it.

OH fuck! My brain screamed as Mom was fixated on my hard dick, causing me to freeze up in total embarrassment. Mom, on the other hand, lifted her gazed and smirked while walking up to me.

I began to sweat as she took the water bottle from my clutches.

"It's okay, Tucker; it happens to boys your age."

"I... I... I..." I stuttered in a feeble attempt to answer. However, I stopped abruptly when Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek whilst softly saying, "Thanks for the water, sweetie."

Her kiss was like a bolt of lightning, and I felt my cock spew some of its built-up pressure of sperm in my shorts.

Quickly, I stepped back and gave a quick nod before making a mad dash out of the kitchen. I started to feel numb as I ran up to my room. Confused and horny, I couldn't stop the flood of wicked images of Mom that taunted my brain. Lying on my bed, I closed my eyes and stroked myself off several times to the vision of her sexy body that now plagued my mind. To say the least, I never did leave my room that day.

Clearing my head of what took place back then, I tucked in my shirt and made my way out into the hall.

"About time," Mom announced as I walked into the dining room and took a seat.

"Sorry, Mom. I was having trouble finding a shirt." I lay as Mom set my breakfast plate down in front of me.

With my head tucked down, I ate my eggs while Mom stood next to the stove. However, I couldn't help myself from stealing a glance at her firm rear as she prepared her meal. The way Mom's white skirt hugged her fantastic round backside was taunting me once more as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing my dick to stiffen again.

Fuck, this is driving me crazy! I thought and then heard, "Is everything alright?"

I glanced up from Mom's backside to see her staring at me and replied, "Um yeah, why you ask?"

"Well, I heard you groaning this morning and opened your door to see you were still sleeping. I thought you might be coming down with something."

Oh my god, I was making sounds in my sleep. I thought. And in a panic said. "No, everything is fine; it was just a bad dream, that's all. How about you?"

"What do you mean?"

Fuck why did I say that? I thought and followed by saying. "Um, you know, I just wanted to know if you're ok with Dad being away so much."

"What made you think of that?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I remarked, "I don't know; I just did."

Mom sat down and said, "Well, since you asked, I feel a bit lonely at night when he's away."

"Why? I'm still here with you?"

Mom chuckled and said, "Yes, but it's different. There's just something about sleeping next to a person that you tend to miss when they're gone."

I swallowed hard and mumbled, "Oh."

But I then started to think what it might be like to be sleeping next to her.

Wicked thoughts began to fill my mind of what I might do if I was lying next to her and then happened to notice the top two buttons on her blouse had become undone just as she leaned forward to stand up.

Holy fuck! My mind screamed as a substantial portion of her bare cleavage came into view, causing me to stare endlessly at her silky white breast.

However, my gawking didn't go unnoticed, and I heard Mom clear her throat loudly. I shifted my glance upward, and my eyes met with hers piercing back at me, and I swallowed hard, realizing Mom was aware of my staring.

Aw Shit, here comes the scolding. I thought as Mom shook her head and crossed her arms sternly.

There was an eerie silence as I waited for Mom to reprimand me about my wandering eyes, but instead, she just glared.

I was just about to apologize when Mom finally said, "You better get going before you're late for school." I then turned sharply and proceeded to go down to the sink as if nothing happened.

"Okay, Mom," I uttered, confused. However, I knew I'd better not push my luck and quickly rushed out the door.

That day at school seemed to drag on as I ponder over why Mom didn't say anything. Did she not want to talk about it? Or better yet, did it excite her knowing I was staring at her cleavage? I didn't have a clue. But really, I was hoping for the latter to be true.

Thankfully, the day finally ended, and I made it home just in time to hear Mom on the phone with Dad and once again found out he would be working late again.

It wasn't always that way. You see, my Dad is a truck driver, but several months ago, he started to work for a new company that paid more. But as it turns out, he also has to work longer hours in the process.

So once again, Mom and I would be the only people eating together. This didn't bother me at all since with Dad not being around; it made it much easier to steal a glance or two at her beautiful body.

"Hi, Mom," I said, making my presence known.

"Hi, sweetie. Go wash up; dinner will be ready shortly."

"Okay, Mom," I said as I passed by her and made my way up the stairs to my room.

I must have been gone for only about fifteen minutes before I heard her calling me back down to eat.

"Mmm. It smells good, Mom." I said as she put the roast down on the table.

"Thanks, honey." She replied as we both filled our plates.

I was in the middle of taking a bite when Mom said, "So the school called me today."

Hovering my fork in front of my mouth, I replied, "They did?"

"Yes, care to tell me why your grades are dropping?"

"Huh??? I... I don't know." That, of course, was a fib.

I did know why. Ever since my dreams started, I've had trouble concentrating on anything I did. However, I knew I couldn't tell Mom that.

"Well, apparently, they are, so tonight I think I should quiz you a little on your homework."

Mom hadn't given me a quiz on my school studies in over five years, and I replied, "Really, Mom?"

"Yes, really." She said very sternly.

"Okay..." I mumbled while looking down at my fork.

After dinner, while Mom washed the dishes, I went to my room and did my assignments. Thankfully it was only math questions, and I knew they shouldn't take too long for Mom to quiz me on. Boy, was I wrong because I no sooner finished my homework when I heard Mom rap on my door.

"Yeah, Mom," I said as she opened the door wearing a long silky black robe.

"You finished?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Ok, then grab your books and meet me in the living room." Mom replied.

I did as Mom asked and met her already seated on the sofa.

Taking a seat next to her, I couldn't help but notice how sexy Mom looked in her robe and found myself wondering what her marvelous breast looked like under it.

That thinking only caused my mind to fog up, and as Mom started to ask me questions about the math problems, I made more than a few errors.

"Tucker! Are you even trying?" Mom yelled while shifting one leg under her body, causing a portion of her bare upper thigh to be seen.

Oh my god, is she naked under her robe? My wicked mind thought.

I could feel my dick slowly growing as Mom shuffled around on the couch, making the top portion of her robe to come apart, exposing a significant amount of nude flesh, which only added to my torment.

"Are you listening to me?" I heard her yell, snapping me out of my semi wicked trance.

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I... I don't know why I'm having trouble," I replied, tucking my book down over my now half erect penis.

"Ok, let's try again," I heard just as she leaned forward to glance at my book, giving me a clear view inside her robe.

I swallowed sedulously as Mom's unclad breast came into view, causing me to become fully erect.

My god, they do look marvelous. I reflected as I pushed my book down hard into my swollen cock in an attempt to give myself some relief.

However, I wasn't prepared for Mom to grab my book and say, "Here, let me have that."

Without the cover of my book, my cock bulged straight out of my pajamas like a flag pole. Thinking quickly, I moved my legs onto the couch in a bent position while holding them together with my hands.

Mom looked quite puzzled when I started to rock my body back and forth for no apparent reason.

"You okay?"

"Um yeah," I said and followed by saying. "So what's the next question?"

I could tell. Mom was still perplexed, but she did continue, and thankfully I answered the next couple of questions correctly.

That seemed to satisfy Mom, and she proceeded to hand me back my book.

Slowly, I lowered my legs while reaching for my book and was happy to find out my stiff pole had diminished.

"Ok, now remember what we went over in case there's a quiz tomorrow."

"I will, Mom," I said and promptly vacated towards my room.

"Holly shit!" I huffed as I closed my door and stripped off my clothes.

Mom's pleasing appearance was plaguing my brain, and my cock once again stiffened.

Hastily I turned off my light as I lay across my bed and closed my eyes. My hand swiftly found my stiff rod and wasted no time in stroking off to my wicked thoughts of her.

I could picture Mom's bare breast popping out of her satin robe, and my hand went faster. I was just about to pop when suddenly I heard her familiar knock.

Shit! I thought as I rapidly tossed a cover over my naked body.

In the darkness, Mom walked into my room and turned on my light. I watched as she slowly approached my bed and plopped herself down on one leg, causing her robe to part widely, giving me a clear view of her sheer white panties.

If Mom said something, I didn't hear it. I couldn't help but stare endlessly at her white panties and felt my cock poke straight up under the covers.

"Tucker!" I finally heard and looked Mom in the eyes. That's when I noticed her close her robe while her eyes shifted down to my groin and heard her say, "Young boys and their hormones."

"Huh? What? I?" I rambled on.

"Shhh. It's ok, honey. I understand what's happening," she said and then proceeded to lean forward, resting her hand on my thigh extremely close to my rock-solid mass.

A rush of pure lust filled my soul as she bent forward, exposing her bare breast once again before giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek just as her hand lightly grazed across my shaft.

I gasped as her kiss lingered on my cheek and couldn't help but heave my hips upward as she removed her hand and stood up.

"Good night, sweetie," I heard her say as she ever so slowly sashayed towards the door.

"Mom!" I said, causing her to look back.

"What did you want?"

"Oh... nothing special. I just wanted to check on you. Goodnight," she replied as she turned off my light and closed the door.

Well, that did it. I tossed the cover off my swollen cock and jerked on it feverishly.

"Oh fuck. OH fuck!! Oh, shhhit!!" Yeah oh... NNNN... FUCK!!" I groaned as my sperm splattered all over my stomach.

Huffing, I laid in silence but heard a very subtle sound outside my door and looked to see a silhouette pass by slowly under my door.

I couldn't help but wonder if Mom heard me, and that idea haunted me until I finally fell asleep.

That night as I slept, another vivid dream emerged from my depths, and I found myself sitting next to Mom on the couch downstairs wearing that same sexy robe while she quizzed me like before.

Only this time, as I scanned over Mom's body, I heard her say, "Isn't it hot tonight?" and she proceeded to disrobe. My cock quickly hardened as her lush globes came into view. Then Mom's hands slowly grasped them and said, "Yes, that's better don't you think?"

I just nodded with my mouth partly opened while Mom proceeded to take my book and say, "Oh, I see you have a little problem of your own."

I glanced down at my stiff wood and huffed as my Mom slowly unzipped my pants and sassily said. "I think I should take care of that, don't you?"

"Mm-hymn..." I softly groaned as Mom's mouth engulfed my cock.

Slowly at first, Mom bobbed on my dick but gradually built up her tempo until I couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Oh fuck I'm Cumming!!"

My eyes shot open as my heart pounded in my chest. However, as my eyes slowly adjusted, I noticed a presence standing by my doorway.

With my breath still racing, I said, "Mom?"

Sorry honey, I heard you making noises again."

Sitting up on my elbows, I lied, "Um... yeah, it was another bad dream."

"It seems like you're having a lot of them lately."

"Yeah," I bellowed. "I don't know why but I have been."

"Okay, we'll talk about it in the morning," she said as she closed my door, leaving me to wonder how I would talk about it without letting on to what my dreams were really all about.

The following day I went down the steps and was greeted by my father already sitting and having breakfast. He must have come home while I was sleeping and had me wondering if he also heard me.

I took a seat next to him just as Mom placed a plate of over-easy eggs in front of me before taking a seat herself.

I glanced at Mom as I bit into a slice of buttered toast and noticed her twirling her blonde hair through her fingers which I knew meant something was on her mind.

Dad didn't talk much except for when he announced he was leaving for work and proceeded to kiss my mother before he walked out of the room.

It wasn't until Dad closed the front door that Mom finally broke her silence and said, "So did you get back to sleep, okay?"

"Yeah, I did?" I responded.

"Well, the way you were moaning and groaning, it must have been quite horrifying."

"It um... Was. But not as bad as others," I replied, keeping my head low in hopes she was buying into my bull shit.

"How long have you had these nightmares?"

I knew Mom wasn't going to just to let this go and sighed, "For a couple of months now."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"It's embarrassing, Mom. I mean, I am an adult now. And well, you don't go and tell your parents about stuff like this."

Mom scooted closer and took hold of my hand.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. It's not like you can pick what you dream about, you know. What I'd like to know is what's causing you to have them in the first place."

Feeling secure that Mom believed my fib, I decided to keep going and said, "I don't know; sometimes they're terrifying."

"Aww. Poor baby," Mom replied and put her arm around me while leaning inward to rub my arm.

I could feel the side of her breast pressing into my side, and it caused my wicked thoughts to get the better of me once again.

"I wonder if that's why you're having trouble in school."

"I guess it could be Mom," I said, leaning my head on her shoulder. "There had been several nights I couldn't get back afterward."

Mom squeezed her arm on mine, and it caused her breast to push even harder into the side of my chest. I could feel my sexual urges building by the second, and as she gingerly ran her palm across my skin, it sent light tingles throughout my body.

With her breast poking hard into my chest and her sensual touch, I couldn't control my cock, and it started to stiffen once more. The sexual tension I was feeling was driving me crazy.

However, it also put a wicked notion in my head, and I said, "I remember when I was little, you would sleep next to me and make them go away."

Mom chuckled and replied while squeezing me once more, "Yes. I remember that also."

Brazenly I swallowed hard and croaked, "Maybe I could sleep next to you if I have another bad one?"

Mom's arm fell away as she eased back in her chair and said, "I don't think your father would like you in the bed with us at your age now."

"I didn't mean with both of you. I meant with just you," I said as I looked her in the eyes.

"What with me?! Your father would never approve of that. And frankly, I just wouldn't feel right doing it either."

I sighed as I stood, "It was only a suggestion." But as I turned to leave, Mom's hand took hold of mine and said, "Wait, Tucker. Why did you want to sleep with just me?"

"Cause I thought it might relax me like it did when I was little. However, I understand how Dad wouldn't like it with me being an adult and all. I just hope he doesn't freak out too much when he hears about all this," I pouted.

Mom then stood up, still holding my hand, and said, "Listen, what we talked about can stay just between us for now. No sense in getting your Dad involved. But as for me, sleeping with you that isn't an option."

"Okay, Mom," I said and pulled my hand to one side of hers as I walked away quickly.

It was another long day at school as I tried to figure out my next move. Getting Mom to sleep next to me wasn't going to happen, and now I would have to keep pretending I was having nightmares instead of lustful dreams about her. I just hoped I could pull it off.

However, no sooner did I walk out of the school, I saw Mom standing in front of her car waving and yelling for me to come here.

Oh shit, something happened! I concluded since Mom never met me at school, and I prepared myself for the worse.

With my mind wondering what was wrong, I slowly walked towards the vehicle while Mom moved from the passenger door and opened it as soon as I was near and said, "Listen about this morning."

"Huh? What about it?" I said, dumbfounded now.

"I just wanted to say. I'm sorry, but I can't have you sleeping with me."

"That's why you're here? To tell me that? I said and followed up with, "I understood why already?"

"Well, I know you said you did. But after you left, I thought about it some more and..." Mom huffed, "I just got the notion you were upset about it."

Hmmm, Mom was still thinking about it? I rationalized and replied, "Well, now that you mention it, yeah, I was. But really, I do see why it would be wrong, Mom, so it's all good."

"I knew I was right," Mom said and followed with, "How about I make it up to you by taking you to Buster's to eat?"

"Really? I guess that would be cool," I said as I scooted myself into the car and speculated. If Mom did feel bad about this, maybe I might still have a chance if I play my cards right.

Mom entered her side of the vehicle and was about to start up the engine when I asked. "So, where's Dad?"

With a loud sigh, I heard, "He called me and said he's taking another long haul and won't be back for a couple of days."

"Oh," I replied just as Mom put the car into drive.

The trip to the restaurant was kind of silent. I think both of us had our minds on other things. It wasn't until after we ate and played some games that I figured Mom might be relaxed enough for me to suggest my sleeping idea once more.

Which, of course, she shot down again.

I felt a little depressed my idea wasn't getting anywhere, but I managed to stay in a cheerful mood until Mom reminded me I still had homework, and she was once again going to quiz me on it.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and we left soon after. Unlike the drive to the restaurant, the drive home was more amusing as Mom talked about the games she used to play when growing up and how things had changed since. This seemed to make the time pass hastily, and in no time flat, we were home. Wanting to get this done as quickly as possible, I went straight to my room and cracked open my books while Mom went inside her room to change.

Unfortunately, my assignment tonight was science. The study of plant life, to be precise, and I realized this time Mom's quizzes might be just a tad harder. It was almost an hour before I had finished my homework, and like before, Mom's uncanny ability to know when I'm done promptly rapped on my door and said, "You finished yet?"

"Yeah, I just completed it," I replied and watched as Mom's body came into view.

Oh wow. I heeded as I quickly glanced over my Mom's figure. It wasn't a robe this time but a pair of red silky pajamas with a buttoned-down top.

I did try my best not to make my gawking obvious. However, as she said, "You ready for your quiz?" and plopped on my bed cross-legged, I could see her nipples pointing outward from her shirt, and once again, I found myself holding my book tightly between my legs for I was sure it wouldn't be long before my dick started to respond.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I coughed out as I stayed fixated on Mom's chest.

Mom took the book from my hands, and sure enough, I had a raging boner. However, unlike before, I didn't try to cover it up, and it only took her a couple of seconds before I noticed her eyes piercing at my swollen appendage.

"My god Tucker you're... You're hard!"

"Oh?" I replied in a surprised tone. "I'm sorry, Mom, I hadn't realized it. But can you blame me? I mean, a sexy woman just sat in front of me."

"What! Tucker... I'm your mother! My god! What's gotten into you?"

"Sorry, Mom. I... I don't know why I said that," I said with a pitiful expression.

Mom paused for a Moment while taking glances at my protrusion and replied, "It's okay. Let's just forget about your comment." Then said, "At least cover yourself up before we get down to business."

"Sure, Mom," I said and pulled a cover over my lap.

Mom started to quiz me, but as before, I was having trouble concentrating on her questions. With her hard nipples protruding from her shirt, I couldn't help but let my mind wander and found myself slipping into a dream-like state.

"Tucker!" I heard Mom yell.

"Huh? Sorry, Mom."

"Listen, I understand that boys your age have trouble controlling your hormones, and I've let your other little mishaps slip in the past, but this is getting ridiculous now. All you've done tonight is stare at my chest."

Oh fuck what do I say? I thought, and in a low, tone replied, "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that you're so beautiful I can't help it."

Mom shook her head and said, "What am I going to do with you."

I shrugged my shoulders, which made Mom smile and said, "I guess that's enough quizzing for the night. However, you need to get a hold of those hormones. Maybe try to relieve yourself before we study next time."

"Relieve me?" I responded with a puzzled expression.

"Yes. You know to masturbate."

"Wwwhat?" I stuttered in shock. Of course, I knew how to masturbate; I'd been doing it for a while now. But to hear those words come out of Mom's mouth only caused my cock to rise again.

Mom huffed and replied, "I see your father never talked to you about this, did he?"

With my mouth gaping in shock, I just shook my head.

This was a new side to Mom, and I listened as she described how boys would masturbate to naked pictures of girls and suggested I could look at some porn magazines.

With Mom talking like this, it only drew out more of my sexual desires for her, and I couldn't help but push my hands hard down on my groin while thrusting my hips upward slightly.

"I see this talk is affecting you. Maybe I should let your father explain it more."

"No, Mom. It's fine. I'm glad we can talk like this."

Mom smiled, and I saw her glancing down at my hands and said, "Okay, but I think I said enough for you to understand, so I'll stop there."

I just nodded, and Mom got up, but before she left, I said, "Maybe we can have more talks like this?"

Mom looked over her shoulder and replied, "We'll see. Goodnight, Tucker." Then I walked out, closing my door as she left.

I fell back onto my bed and immediately jerked on my tool. It didn't' take long before it was spurting all over my stomach. However, that night as I slept on, another wicked dream about Mom entered my mind. I was right in the middle of seeing her unbuttoning her blouse to expose her beautiful tits to me when I awoke suddenly.

Still groggy, I opened my eyes and saw Mom standing over me.

"Mom?" I said.

"Sorry, honey, you were having another nightmare, so I woke you up."

"Oh," I said as I propped myself up on my elbows.

Mom sat on the bed next to me and placed her hand on my upper thigh, and said. "Care to talk about it?"

My already stiff pecker twitched when I felt Mom's hand lightly rubbing up and down on my thigh and replied, "No. Not really."

Mom leaned over slightly while squeezing my leg and said, "You might feel better if you do."

I had to think quick and made up some bull shit nightmare about a headless guy chasing me down the street wanting to take my soul.

Mom went to hug me, but she had pushed her breasts hard into my face in the process of doing.

It felt terrific feeling her soft globes brushing my cheek, and without thinking, I turned my head, pushing my face between both whiles embracing her back.

With my face buried, I muffled, "Thanks, Mom."

My cock was super hard when Mom eased herself away and said, "Now try to get back to sleep."

"I will, Mom," I announced as Mom slowly strutted away.

Sleep evaded me for the rest of that night as I jerked off to having my face buried between her wonderful breasts.

Unfortunately, come the next day, I was having trouble keeping awake during school. It was about midday when I unknowingly dozed off and wasn't aware of it until I heard a loud thump. Apparently, the teacher had smacked her hand on my desk, and I awoke to see the entire class laughing at me.

"Mr. Tucker, since my class appears to be such a bore to you, I think you should spend the rest of it down at the principal's office."

"Yes, Mrs. Cline," I mumbled.

Well, needless to say, after the principal called my mother, it didn't go over very well at all, and I was now faced with having to explain how it happened.

The only chance I had was to keep up with my pretense about having nightmares and hoped Mom still believed it. So after the long lecture I got from Mom explaining how my education was so important this final year, I was finally able to express how it wasn't my fault; that I indeed took it seriously and blamed my lack of sleep on my nightmares.

"Didn't you get back to sleep last night?" Mom asked.

"No. I didn't." I replied while hanging my head down. "I couldn't shake the images of what I saw." That, of course, was half true.

"Then tonight after supper, I suggest you do your homework and turn in early. I'll forget about giving you a quiz tonight, and we'll see if that helps."

"Okay, Mom," I said and then heard Dad open the front door. Quickly, I glanced at Mom.

I guess she read my mind and said, "We'll keep what happened today just between us."

"Thanks, Mom," I whispered just as Dad entered the room.

So after supper, I did as Mom asked and went to bed early. Only as usual my dreams got the best of me, and in no time, I was picturing Mom and myself lying in a large green field on the top of a hill overlooking a wooded valley. The sky was blue and filled with big white puffy clouds, and I was admiring Mom's naked body next to me.

"This is so nice, Tucker," I heard her say.

"Yes, it's almost as beautiful as you, Mom."

"Oh, baby. You know just what to say to me. Come here and kiss Mommy."

I moved closer to her body, and we embraced. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my bare chest as our tongues danced between our lips.

My heart was pounding loud in my chest as I slowly moved my right hand down to her firm ass and gave it a squeeze causing Mom to moan in my mouth.

That's when I felt Mom's fingers toying with my balls, and I grunted while pushing my groin into her hand.

Suddenly, the ground was shaking as I gave her hand another nudge. Mom was just about to stroke on my shaft when the earth shook very hard, causing me to wake up.

"Oh... What?" I said, feeling a hand on my shoulder as my eyes cracked open slowly.

"Shhh... It's only me, honey. You had another dream."

"Aww! MOM!" I griped, then realized that shouldn't have been my response and refuted, "Now I won't get back to sleep."

Mom sighed softly, "Okay, slide over. I'll lay down with you for a little while."

"Really?"

"Yes, now scotch over some."

Rapidly I shuffled my body over as Mom pulled the covers just enough for her to slide in facing me.

"Thanks, Mom," I whispered and felt Mom brush my cheek with her palm.

"Shhh. Now try to get some sleep.

I nodded in the darkness and closed my eyes.

Our bodies never touched, but I could feel the warmth of hers while her sweet fragrance filled my nostrils. I must say it put me entirely at ease, and in no time, I was out.

I awoke the following day alone but fully refreshed. I can't remember when I had such a peaceful sleep and scrambled down the steps.

"Morning, Tucker," Mom said as I sat down next to my father, who was already eating and followed with, "How did you sleep?"

"Great, Mom," I replied and was going to say thank you when I noticed her shaking her head while putting her index finger to her lips.

I took that as Dad wasn't aware of what Mom had done and just nodded back with a smile.

As usual, Dad was the first to finish and, like always, gave Mom a quick peck before dashing out of the house.

I listened as the door closed and then heard Mom say, "So you didn't have any more nightmares last night?"

"No, Mom, I didn't. As a matter of fact, I feel refreshed."

"Well, at least, that's something."

"What do you mean?"

"Tucker, I can't do that every time you have a bad dream. Which reminds me, exactly what was your dream about?"

I had to think quickly and said, "I was swimming in a pool, and something was trying to pull me under."

"And that was it?"

"Um... Yeah, why?"

"Well, I heard you call my name."

Oh Crap! Think dammit think. I thought and said, "Yeah, I was yelling for you to help me. I could see you at the edge of the pool, but you weren't looking at what was happening to me. However, before anything else could happen, you woke me up."

Mom had a puzzled look before saying, "Okay, I guess that makes sense."

I felt a little relieved but knew Mom wasn't buying into my story this time.

The next few days, I went dream-free, and it appeared my sexual desires for Mom had also dissipated some. That was until the night I heard a faint humming sound coming from outside my room. As usual, Dad was away that night, and as quietly as I could, I went to investigate. It didn't take me long to pinpoint its origins behind my parent's door.

As stealthily as I could, I placed my ear next to it and listened, and that's when, for the first time, I heard my mother moaning, not in pain but in ecstasy.

Fuck Mom's using a vibrator. My mind screamed. Immediately my hand went to my crotch as I listened to Mom building herself up.

"Oh... Ah... Mmm..." Over and over, I heard until I was jerking off to Mom's cries of pleasure. With my eyes closed, I pictured Mom lying on her back with her legs spread, lifting her hips to sink her fake cock deeper inside her soaked pussy, and then found myself wanting to barge into her room and replace her sex toy with my cock just as her whimpers got louder.

I was on the brink when I heard her bed squeaking loudly and was just about to explode when suddenly Mom started to make lengthy groans in sync with the creaks.

Oh, she's cumming. I deduced and felt my cum rupture out of my swollen knob, causing me to groan myself. Suddenly, the vibrator halted, and she went silent. I stood like a statue, still grasping at my shaft as I listened for any subtle sound. My heart was still pounding hard in my chest when I heard Mom shifting around, and in a panic, I hastily tip-toed back to my room, fearing she had heard me.

I had just made it to my bed when I listened to my door knob turning and quickly rolled onto my side and closed my eyes.

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