Mrs. Becca Palmer suddenly awoke from a wild dream. She looked over at the clock showing 6:00 AM, and then she looked down and noticed she was lying naked on top of her bed covers, with her robe open. Sweat covered her body and she felt lightheaded.
"Oh my," she sighed, not sure why she felt so drained. After she regained her senses, she tried to remember when she fell asleep but was drawing blanks. The last thing she remembered was reading a book in the kitchen after eating ice cream and feeling tired, which alarmed her because she usually never felt as tired as she did last night. She hoped she wasn't getting sick.
Becca sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes.
"Wow, that was some wild dream," the beautiful housewife thought to herself, noticing that her pussy was very moist. The dream was hazy, but she recalls being strapped up to a bed while naked men ravaged her sexually. The conservative mother rarely had naughty dreams like that and felt dirty when she did, but she had to admit she was so horny right now and it felt great.
She brought her right hand down and felt her clit which was swelling.
"Mmmmmm..." she moaned with delight as she fondled herself. Since her last pregnancy, sex has become a rarity, but she failed to take much notice because she was always busy with her kids. When her husband was out of town, which was a lot lately, she began realizing how sexually deprived she was. Especially when waking up to a dream like the one she just had.
She started masturbating with one hand, while her other reached up and grabbed one of her hard nipples. It's almost as if she was still dreaming. Becca never acted like this, but it felt so good.
"Ooohhh," she moaned as her pussy was on fire. Her free hand moved off of her breast and reached up to brush her blonde hair out of her face. It was then she noticed a strange texture in her hair, and her fingers got stuck.
"What the..." she said as her attention was now turned away from her masturbation. She used both hands to pull her hair out in front of her trying to look at what the hell was making it hard and sticky. She looked down and noticed the sticky stuff was on her chest too.
Becca swiftly got up and fastened her robe as she made her way to the master bathroom. She observed herself in the mirror, taking notice of the strange substance in her hair and on the skin of her face and chest.
"What in the world?" she thought. She stood looking at herself in the mirror perplexed. Something didn't fell right about last night.
All of the sudden Becca was startled when her daughter knocked on her door.
"Mommy? Are you awake?"
"Mommy is about to take a shower, honey," she yelled. "I'll be out in a little bit."
She shook her head and moved away from the mirror.
"I just need a hot shower," she thought as she took off her robe and turned the water on.
While in the shower, Becca suddenly felt awake for the first time this morning. It was such a strange feeling to wake up in a daze like that. And she couldn't believe she was masturbating. It made her upset that she wasn't being fulfilled sexually by her husband, but that was no reason to be having such wild thoughts and dreams.
It was indeed perplexing that her husband seemingly lost the desire to make love to his beautiful wife. Mrs. Becca Palmer was a knockout, looking younger than her 39 years of age. Her long blonde hair was something you'd see in a shampoo commercial, and her body was something you'd see in Playboy magazine. Blessed with flawless looks, she easily landed a modeling gig for a department store catalogue years ago, but has since quit after having her third child. It would be very hard for any red-blooded male to comprehend that Becca Palmer was sexually frustrated.
Becca washed her hair twice and the sticky substance appeared to be gone. She tried to piece together how and when she went to bed last night, but she simply couldn't remember. She thought back to her son's friend Ben being over, which made her frown.
The perverted young boy who always tried to feel her up came over unexpectedly when she was wearing her skimpy robe. She was so embarrassed to walk into the kitchen wearing next to nothing while the teenager ogled her. Then she caught the inconsiderate boy hovering above her and looking down between the gape of her robe at her tits.
Granted, he was no different than most males she's encountered in her life. Hell, even her husband's best buddies have tried many times with no success to get into her panties, behind his back of course. But to be harassed by a teenager who is supposed to be a good influence on her son was unacceptable.
After showering and getting dressed, she decided she finally needed to have her chat with Danny about his two friends Mike and Ben. Those boys were simply not allowed to show up at her house whenever they felt like it. Their poor manners made Becca sick to her stomach.
Danny was lying in bed awake when his mom came upstairs and knocked on his door.
"Come in," he replied. His beautiful mom came inside and sat down on the bed next to him. He was very nervous seeing her, knowing that he slipped her sleeping pills last night.
"Sweetie I want to have a talk with you," she said looking down into his eyes. He could sense she had something important to talk about, and he began to panic thinking she knew what he had done.
"About what?" he asked nervously. She let out a sigh and thought for a moment. She decided the direct approach would be the best way to handle this.
"I don't want you hanging out with Mike and Ben anymore," she said with a straight face. Her son gave her a perplexed look.
"Huh? But they're my friends," he replied, making her feel guilty.
"Your father and I don't think they are good influences on you. You are such a smart young man, and you have a bright future. You can get into an Ivy League school if you want, and you can play golf or tennis for any of them. These have always been your goals, but I'm afraid those two boys will come between that."
"I don't understand. What have they done?" he asked growing curious if this conversation had to do with the sleeping pills. Becca was careful to choose her words wisely, and then she proceeded to express her concerns that the boys skip school and experiment with drugs and alcohol.
Danny was relieved she didn't appear to know she was drugged. She kept going on about how inappropriate Mike and Ben are, and how other parents have warned her about their antics. She pointed out the time Mike purposely barged in on her when she was using the restroom.
"They just think you're a MILF, that's all," he said matter-of-factly.
"A MILF?" Becca asked perplexed.
"Yeah, it means you're a mother they would like to... you know... F," he replied.
"Yes, I've heard them call me that before, but I didn't know what it was," she said looking at the ground in thought. She surprised herself by actually feeling a little thrill from the complement, but she certainly didn't want to give that impression to her son.
"But that further adds to my point that those boys show no respect!" she said with a stern voice.
He was quick to tell her he didn't participate in any of the bad things the two boys might do.
"But honey, when you surround yourselves with people who do those things, you can still get into trouble whether you're participating or not." She said.
"So you're saying I should just end my friendship with them because my mom said so?"
