An E-mail for Mom: Dreams and Realities
July 1, 2000
Dear Mom,
Hi, mom!!! So, how are you doing? Fine, I suppose. Finally, it's about time that you break up with your boyfriend. Can you do it before I get there? How's the weather there in New York? Here, it's raining on the first day of July.
I can't believe it's been almost three years since we saw each other. You don't how much I've missed you. I still can't believe what happened to us. You know... that night before I came here to Seattle??? Remember that fall of '97??? How we got closer? Well, how could we forget...
You and your boyfriend just got into a big fight so you wanted to leave town and just drive wherever the road takes you. Being a good son, I refused to let you go anywhere alone especially with that state of mind. You said,
"OK, you're so sweet."
As soon as we're done fixing our luggage, your boyfriend called up and told you he wanted to come over and settle everything. You just replied,
"Just go to hell!!!"
Obviously you were still upset so I suggested that we leave right away before he got home. In a hurry, we left the bags and everything. We even forgot there was a storm coming our way. So we drove upstate where I knew this hotel on top of the mountains. Remember that hotel? It used to be a castle. It was so beautiful up there and it was even in front of a big lake. Mohonk Mountain House??? When we got there though, it was pouring already and to top it off the parking lot was full.
"Oh, mom, I forgot our bags!"
I suddenly remembered.
"Oh well, let's just make a run for it."
you replied. So we did and we reached the front desk only to be told there's only one more cabin left and it's for honeymooners. Cold and shivering, we had no choice. The cabin was for honeymooners alright, king-size bed with a nearby fireplace, a Jacuzzi and a gorgeous bathtub. That was it, no doors or anything. I remember you were asking me if they served Japanese food. You always loved those Hibachi steaks. I answered,
"Of course, you know how much I love those Sushi rolls".
That was the last thing I remembered before I fell asleep when I hit the bed. Then I heard your sweet voice again.
"Is it OK if I the Jacuzzi?"
you asked. I said I'd take the bathtub. So I went in the bathtub and had turned my back on you but accidentally I looked into a mirror and I saw you getting undressed. My mind told me not to look but my eyes were glued. I couldn't help it; here was my own mother in her naked splendor.
"My gosh, she's even more beautiful with out her clothes on."
I thought to myself.
"Look at that neck, look at those shoulders, at those breasts."
I suddenly felt ashamed of myself for having lustful thoughts about my own mother. I still found the strength to close my eyes and finish my bath.
"It's been a long day mom so I'll go ahead, OK?"
and you just replied
"OK, sweetie."
But then you saw my shadow on the wall made by the glowing candles around us. I can still remember their scent. Vanilla and blueberry really made that room smell heavenly. You were looking at my shadow while I was putting on my bathrobe. You saw the shadow of your own son's cock.
You wondered
"Is that my son's cock? How come it looked so big? Maybe, because it's a shadow."
But nevertheless you said to yourself
"Oh my, my little boy is a big man now."
But suddenly you realized with shame,
"Oh no, I'm looking at my own son and I'm feeling this way. What kind of a mother am I?"
you told yourself as you closed your eyes.
You whispered
"Maybe I'll forget it when I go to sleep."
You tried everything to make you go to sleep but you just found out it was difficult to sleep besides a man. It's been a long time since you shared a bed with a man. And when you pulled up the comforter, you saw "it" again peeking out of your son's bathrobe. There it was, your own son's cock, limp but still beautiful. And now you confirmed all those questions you had in mind, now you know you have a son who's gifted with a really big cock, a big beautiful cock.
"Oh my, this is incest!!!"
you exclaimed. And you tried to go sleep and you did. You were in dreamland already only to be wakened up by my own arm thrown over your side to encircle your waist. You checked if I was still asleep. So you tried again to go back to sleep but this time, you had to try harder.
You slept soundly and your dreams filled your sleeping mind. You were at the backseat of your boyfriend's car and your boyfriend was trying to feel your breasts. It was prom night and you were nervous about letting him go this far. His hand was almost on your bra. And now you could feel his manhood as it pressed against your ass. He was hard. His cock pressed against your big, soft ass. You involuntarily pressed back at his erection. His hand closed over your tit. Your ass is now moving in tiny circles against his erect cock. You could feel it slipping between your ass cheeks.
You woke up. Frozen, you could not voluntarily move. You wondered if you were still dreaming, or you awake? You still felt a hand on your breast. The cock you felt in your dreams was still hard and it's still there pressing between your ass cheeks. And now, you're puzzled. If you were still dreaming, why were you wondering if you're awake? If you were awake, why were you still feeling the hand on your tit and the cock between your ass cheeks? Very puzzling, indeed. Unless... then the sudden crack of thunder snapped you out of your half-sleep. There was only one answer. Your own son!!! Your mind churned at the thought. It had to be.
You were certain you're awake, still, collecting your thoughts. Yes, a hand was on your tit. Yes, a cock was rubbing against your ass and you still felt the familiar softness of cotton. The bathrobe!!! It was a feeling you knew very well. The hand on your breast was warm as it held you gently. It softly squeezed your firm mound. Your ass cheeks felt the hardness of the cloth-covered cock as it pushed into your cleft. You noticed yourself pushing back at the hard rod of flesh. What the hell was your son doing with his hand on your breast and a raging hard-on? You realized immediately that I was still asleep. I snored gently into your neck. You had to do something about this. My hand was softly holding your bosom as I slept. As you were lying on your side, your breast was exposed under your bathrobe. My hand slipped between the slit and cupped your bare breast. You held your breath. My fingers stroked over your nipple. It stood up instantly under the gentle fondling. You bit your lip. You just can't believe how all of it was making you hot with lust.
You told yourself,
"I must stop this. This is wrong."