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."
but your ass pushed back against my cock.
"Oh no, this is incest"
you reminded yourself again but no matter how hard you tried, all you thought was how big and hard was your own son's cock.
The bathrobe you wore was short and it had managed to work its way up slightly as your ass pushed back against your son's cock. You felt the hard shaft as it was against your ass, snuggled into the crack. I shifted slightly in my sleep and my erect cock slipped between your cheeks. You tried, but you couldn't keep from wiggling your hips back unto my cock. The cloth covered penis of your son rubbed the underside of your cunt.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!"
you gasped as you felt it slide over your sensitive pussy to rest against your lips. You wriggled your ass in circles against my cock. Then you felt me shift my hips. I pushed my cock back at you. You reached behind yourself and your hand, you managed to hold the cloth apart. And you could see my erect cock against your bare, wet pussy. You held my cock in your motherly hand for an instant then you did something mothers don't do with their sons' cocks. You pushed your son's cock up the cleft of your ass and nestled the head at the entrance to your pussy. I slept on, unaware of your actions. You took a deep breath.
"I can't believe I'm going to fuck my own son!!!"
you're still in disbelief as you pushed your ass back, you felt my cock slid into your cunt. I had closed my hand firmly on your tit, squeezing it softly as you, my own mother pushed your cunt unto my cock. You shivered at the feel of my penis entering your pussy. It had been a long time since you were this wet. Groaning, you wriggled your hips unto the shaft of my cock. You began to hunch your hips back at me, your sleeping son. Your hips started to jiggle in a slow motion as you fucked yourself on your sleeping son's cock. You felt the walls of your pussy close on your son's cock as they gripped my cock tightly in their wet, slick embrace. I moved slightly. You stopped your movements with your son's cock buried deeply in your pussy. I humped against your motherly ass. You began to move your ass in time with your sleeping son's instinctive movements. You fucked back as I thrusted into your vagina. You began to push harder against me.
"Oh my, I'm fucking my own son and I'm loving it."
you told yourself, still in disbelief. Your hips were making small, regular jerking circular movements. You're breathing raggedly as you concentrated on fucking your sleeping son. The bed began to move with the steady tempo of fucking. You felt my cock grow harder inside you. You wondered for the first time if a man could cum during his sleep. You moved faster at that thought.
You can't believe your son has not wakened up yet. You also can't believe how fucking your son made you so wet. My hand on your tit closed tightly around the firm globe as I humped my cock deep into your pussy. You picked up the pace as you began to slap your ass back unto my cock. You felt your son's cock pulsing as your pussy stroked up and down the length of my invading prick.
"Oooohhhh, my baby..."
your clit throbbed and you reached down to stroke the hard nub. Your fingers found the timing of your strokes and you began to pull your pussy almost off my cock, then slammed your ass back at me. I held you, my own mother tightly as you fucked me. The bed rocked and creaked with your efforts.
"Oh mom, am I dreaming or am I really fucking you???"
I asked as I finally woke up.
"Oh baby, you're not fucking mom...Mom's fucking you..."
I was in disbelief. Again and again you slid your pussy up and down my shaft.
"Ooooohhhhh, mom..."
as you sank the full length of my cock into your pussy and your hips churned against the throbbing of my erect prick.
"Oooohhh, my baby, my beautiful baby..."
you were near orgasm. You slammed your clasping pussy on your son's cock. It began to throb hard inside the slick, hot tunnel of your vagina.
"I'm fucking my baby and I'm cummmmingggg..."
