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Night Dreams Chapter 2
After being exposed to sex at eighteen by my mother, who felt sorry for my lack of social and physical development, the next significant event occurred when I was finishing my senior year in high school. My body, which had been smallish, suddenly hit a growth spurt. I grew an inch monthly for five months, growing from 5 ft 5 to 5 ft 10. My mom and dad were becoming more distant. His business trips became longer and when he was home, there wasn’t much communication. So I wasn’t completely shocked when one day, he moved into our spare bedroom. This was a prelude to a “trial separation,” as they explained to me. Shortly before my graduation day, dad found another apartment and moved out. For a few days, mom kept to herself, ruminating on what had occurred. Then, one morning, she burst into tears. I comforted her as I hugged her near to me, feeling her shaking bosom. Despite her emotions, I couldn’t control myself as I was becoming aroused.
“Mom, don’t worry. You still have Emily and me to love and care for. I will always take care of you,” I blurted out. “Thanks for the nice thoughts, Jason. You have really grown up and now you are almost a man.” I had a bright idea. “Mom, I know that I promised not to press you on the subject, but dad is gone now, and…. “And what, Jason.” “Well my graduation is next week, and couldn’t you, we…. well, you know, plan a special graduation surprise in addition to my birthday treat.” Mom blushed and intensely looked at me, causing me to blush as well. “I…. I…guess so. Yes, that would nice. You and I deserve something special, after all we’ve been through.” Mom wiped the tears away. “Yes, let’s try to make your graduation particularly special.” And right away, she began planning out loud. “Amy will be home for your ceremony, so we need to pick a day where we are alone. Are you going out this Saturday?” “No.” “Then Saturday is the date. Since this is your special day, write three optional scenarios to choose from, and we will discuss over dinner tonight.”
During the school day, my mind was racing. Many different scenes came to mind as I wondered how far to push the envelope tonight. I decided to prepare two options that were slight variations on the past and one option that was radically different. So this is what I presented at dinner.
“Option 1: We would start off jointly viewing an adult film as a part of foreplay, instead of her romantic novel, before she retreated to her bedroom. After she did her thing and I did my thing, she cleans me with a warm washcloth.
Option 2: I come out of closet when she was nearing her climax and caress her breasts in the dark, as her mysterious lover. She cleans me with a washcloth after I ejaculate.
Option 3: I come out of the closet after she aroused herself. I caress and suckle her breasts and also kiss and suck her clitoris, helping her climax. She would enter my room shortly after I started playing with my organ and use her hands to help me ejaculate.”
I had a hard time spitting out the options, as my voice faltered, particularly on the last scenario. “My, my, you have been thinking today. I don’t think I could buy into Option 3, though I must confess, it is very titillating to think about. It just crosses too many boundaries. You need to stay focused on a girl your age. Your dad used to like adult movies, but I found them boring, so option one doesn’t do much for me. So that leaves option 2. It does cross a few boundaries, but I do like my breasts fondled and after all you suckled on them when you were a baby, so that is old ground. And I used to wash your privates when you were younger. So, ok, option 2 is it. Would you prefer the afternoon or evening?” I knew the anticipation would really get to me, so I chose the afternoon. Plus, I had hopes to persuade her to have an encore in the evening.
Time seemed to slow down, but I tried to be patient, thinking this could be the renewal of what we started over two years ago. On Saturday, mom sent me out for some errands, probably to get my mind off the subject and keep my young blood from boiling. I was back in time for lunch. As we exchanged pleasantries, I was hoping against hope that she hadn’t second thoughts about the upcoming tryst. I feared needlessly because after we washed the dishes, she drew close to me and put her head against my chest. “Jason, I was just as impatient as you are for today. I remember two years ago when I reneged on my promise have these experiences more often. I was just worried that you would focus on me, your mother, and that it would stunt your growth as a young man searching for someone you could love and marry. And I think I was right, because now you have begun to date. And even if we live these fantasies, you have to remember that they are fantasies and your life needs to go in a different direction. Do you promise me?” “Mom, I understand perfectly. As long as we keep these moments between you and I, it will never leave the house. But I will be forever grateful.” That’s what she wanted to hear. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, I am headed for my room, if you remember the drill.” I nodded.
My mom had shuttered the bedroom so it was bathed in dark colors sprinkled with gray beams, the muskiness of twilight. The vanity light was on low beam, providing a sensuous glow near the bed. I quickly took my seat in the closet holding my ever-present telescope. Something new, a cushion on the floor, placed by a thoughtful mom. Mom emerged from the bathroom, in a bustier, that pushed her breasts high, covered her abs, but was completely open at the bottom, except for two garter belts, attached to black mesh stockings. I exhaled deeply at this provocative costume. Mom had outdone herself in planning this day. As I focused my telescope on her love triangle, I was shocked again. She had shaven herself smooth, so there was full exposure of her pussy lips and the protruding cowl-shaped hood masking her bud. Oh, the sensual eroticism of this vision. I was overcome with youthful joy at this magic moment. Mom’s eyes were gleaming, as she knew that I was pleasured beyond belief, as she slowly began to caress her breasts, and skip her fingers down the lace ties covering her slender body, toward the seat of extreme pleasure. Love potions emerged from her vaginal canal as she used two hands to spread herself open to my focused eyes and high- powered telescope. The handy penis-shaped dildo was in her hand, though I never saw where she found it. It soon found its rightful place inside her love canal. Then I heard her low voice, calling me, “Justin, Justin, it’s time.”
Now it was my turn to surprise. She hadn’t really seen my new manhood since my growth spurt. My penis was upright and rock hard. She gasped as I approached her. “Oh my boy has really grown up!” As I positioned myself on my knees behind her in bed, reaching and caressing her pear shaped breasts and turgid nipples, my fully erect penis positioned right next to her face. If she turned her head, my testicles were in range of her tongue. But that wasn’t part of the scenario we agreed to. Instead, her eyes focused on the notch between her splayed legs, with the dildo making rapid movements inside her vaginal canal and her hand caressing the swollen clitoris, which had emerged from its hooded repose. This was my virginal breast experience and I had to hold back the boiling pot within my testicles, which wanted to explode without even the slightest manipulation. Mom’s face contorted in passion filled tension. “Justin, oh Justin, I am cumming, cumming, cumming,” she screamed with no regard for ears that were no longer there or mattered much. I could feel the explosive spasms in her breast as they rippled through her body, as she strained against gravity. She lowered her head back against the pillow, brushing against my upright penis, sending chills up my spine, as I continued to massage her breasts, heaving slower now.
“Justin,” she called out. “I was in a trance and had to concentrate. “It’s time for the next scene.” I had to focus all my will power to remove my hands from those beautiful orbs, leave the bed, and retreat to my room, where my bed felt cold against my body heat. In a few minutes, I could hear my mom creak down the hall to my room. My eight-inch penis had not flagged for one second, since I saw my mom in her bustier, many minutes ago. There was extreme pressure inside my testicles. Something inside of me sent a strong signal. For the first time, I really didn’t look forward to touching myself. I needed more. “Mom, could I talk to you for a minute.” She peaked her head in the door. “Mom, I can’t do it to myself now after touching and feeling your body. It just doesn’t feel right. Can you help me? “ I pleaded. “Couldn’t you start the washing process a little early?” She paused. “You’re right, there is nothing wrong with a mom helping her son in these situations and as you said, I was going to wash you anyway.” Mom was still in her bustier, covered partially by a light robe, which she removed, as she went into the bathroom to find a washcloth. “Jason, you are in full manhood, as looked at my penis and heavy testicles. You are much bigger than two years ago, and you will make some woman very happy. “I want to make you happy, mom.” “I know, but you know what I mean.” Mom’s petite hand could hardly grip me through the washcloth, so she eventually discarded it, and began to caress my testicles and penis, as electric shock waves went through me. Other than me, she was the first to touch my private parts, which I mentioned. “Jason, somehow that pleases me that you let me be the first. Remember, when I first demonstrated how to masturbate by using my finger. We have come a long way since then.” Soon, I was breathing very heavily. Mom knew that words have sensual impact. She began cajoling me. “Justin, come baby, come baby. Give it to me.” She grasped my testicles in one hand and using the other to jack me for all its worth. My first squirt went over her shoulder, but the next one hit her right between her breasts. And next few hit her legs. And then the residual came down my penis head onto her hand. Now she picked up the washcloth and cleaned me first and herself next. The warmness of the washcloth was sensual, especially on my testicles. Then she surprised me by bringing the washcloth filled with my semen close to her face, as she smelled the musky odor. “I used to love the smells of my fluids mingling with your dad’s. But now I have you.” “Yes mom, now you have me.” I don’t think she was fully conscious of the implications of that statement.
“Justin, I want to tell you that this fantasy day was terrific for me. It lifted my spirits and I hope it was special for you as well.” Yes, it was. I can’t think of a better graduation present, but I do have one wish.” “Yes.” “I don’t want this day to end this way. You asked me to select some fantasy scenarios. Now I want you to do likewise, and continue after dinner. The only condition is that it can’t be exactly the same as we did this afternoon. I think you owe me after two years of suppressed feelings. What do you say?” There was a long pause. “This wasn’t our deal, but as you say, I owe you something for holding back most of these years. And frankly, I still have plenty of energy, and I know it won’t take much to get you started again. Ok, I agree.”
At dinner, Mom and I had a serious conversation. “At the outset, I was trying to relieve you of your wet dreams through fantasies. Now I see that this could distort your view of sexual relationships. Your calling to me from your bedroom made me rethink. I don’t want our relationship to overwhelm you seeking females of your own age, but also, we need to consider each other’s needs.” “ I agree, mom, masturbation, even done together, seems to be missing the main point.” “On the other hand, I don’t think we should be engaging in incest. It’s just wrong and could lead to bad things.” “Maybe, we should just adjust the boundaries a bit.” “Right Jason, but how?” “Well, sons shouldn’t have babies with their moms, that’s genetically a non starter for us,” “So if we avoided the kind of relationship that leads to that event, everything else might be ok. Is that what you’re saying?” Right, mom. Doesn’t that sound reasonable?” “I guess so. We will have to think about it. Certainly, we shouldn’t do our thing on regular basis. That would be too much like husband and wife. We could reserve these experiences for special occasions. Agreed?” “Yeah, I guess, but not too infrequently, especially while I am not seriously dating anyone.” “I agree, considering my impending divorce as well.”
“Let’s focus on tonight for a minute. Here are my two scenarios:
Scenario #1: You come into the shower with me and we do a mutual wash and use the shower spray as an aphrodisiac. But we focus on each other, rather than ourselves” “Does that mean I can touch you anyplace.” “Yes!” “Does that mean that I can touch you with more than just my hands.” There was a long pause. “I hadn’t though about that, but these days, that is the norm, and it can be lovely.”
“Scenario #2: We use bath oils to mutually massage and caress each other on my bed. Same touching rules apply.” “WOW”
It was apparent that mom had decided to shift the boundaries before our discussion. I was in seventh heaven. “I opt for Scenario #1, but let’s try Scenario #2 real soon.” Mom nodded her head.
Soon, I was in the shower with my beautiful mother, soaping her breasts and vulva to my hearts content, as a fine spray of water trickled over us. The soap made he skin slippery to the touch and we rubbed our bodies together, tingling our senses. Then she planted one leg on the bench, as I gently inserted my forefinger into her love canal. She had to grab my shoulders for support as she groaned in great delight. “Take the shower head off the holder and spray me down there, Jason.” I did as I was told. Mom turned the flow to pulse and I concentrated the water on her bud. Soon, she was screaming, as she had a hard cum. For the first time since we began, I could feel the love juices spurting from her love canal. I was near delirium from the sexual novelty. “Let me do you, now, Jason.” Since she was much shorter than I, she directed me to sit on the bench. My hard on was raging as mom kneeled before me. “You have such a beautiful penis, Jason. And before we’re through, both of us are going to enjoy it immensely.” Mom used the soapsuds to caress my testicles and then after washing me with spray, shocked me by using her tongue to caress the ridges on my penis head. Then, she began masturbating me slowly, but steadily, with an occasional flick of the tongue. I was panting. She took my penis and began rubbing it on her breasts, with testicles against her turgid nipples. Finally, I cried out. “Mom, I am cumming right now.” “Give it to me son.” And I ejaculated in huge gobs all over her face and breasts.
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