It was painfully erect. Swollen, hard and so stiff it was going to split open. My cock contracted. God I was about to cum. I wanted desperately to be inside her. I needed release. I was between her legs. The curve of each swollen labia met and formed a dark line marking the opening only inches away from the increasing discomfort growing between my legs. Her knees were bent and spread before me. She rested on her elbows, body held at an angle with her breasts full on the slope of her chest. The darkness of her nipples stood in stark contrast to the surrounding skin.
I drew the large nipple into my mouth as I fondled the softness of her breasts with both hands. My cock contracted again, I was going to explode. I felt the tip of my cock meet warm wetness. I leaned back and watched my cock with growing anxiety as it approached and touched her fat labia. The smooth wet slide of my penis' head through the slot was nearly unbearable. I was on the precipice of no return.
"I can't do this," I thought as I watched my penis push through the moist folds of her labia. The tip of my cock engaged and nestled against the entrance of her vagina. I was going to cum. My cock involuntarily twitched. I craved the release of the terrible tension I felt. I fought and held it back.
"No, I can't do this," I chastised myself again.
With great effort I resisted the impending orgasm as I surfaced to consciousness and realized with conflicting relief and desire that it was a dream. My cock was still hard. It contracted again and almost came. The near overwhelming urge subsided as my panicked heart rate slowed. I took a deep breath. The anxiety slowly receded.
I hadn't had a dream about fucking my mother for several years. This was the most real it had ever been. Jesus it felt so good. I caught myself wondering just how good it could be as I flashed back on masturbating myself while watching Mom masturbate. Surely, this is what brought on my dream.
The urge to orgasm had passed. Now, I merely had to pee. Something hard and cold pressed into my side as I rolled to get out of bed. My laptop. I suddenly remembered Leah and I had fallen asleep with each other naked on our screens, hundreds of miles apart.
"Leah," I whispered. A knot of guilt tightened in my gut.
I tried to force the images of my mother from my brain.
The screen of my computer was dark. The battery was dead.
"Jesus, what's wrong with me?" I thought as I walked to the bathroom. I have online sex with Leah and then dream of fucking my mother. "Sick," I mumbled as I pulled my erect cock out to pee.
The image of my naked mother crept back into my head. I could still feel the tight warmth of her pussy as it enveloped the head of my dick. I relived the terrible urgency of my near orgasm in my still painfully erect penis.
I imagined her plump nipple pressing against my probing tongue. It seemed so real.
I shook my cock as I finished peeing; the morning erection softened, but was still heavy in my hand. The motion drew my attention to a stiff crinkly feeling on my chest. I looked down and saw the crust of dried sperm caked on my skin.
"Oh, Leah," I thought as guilt washed over me once more. I thought of her small perky breasts, and couldn't help comparing them to the fullness and size of my mother's breasts. I wondered if Mom's felt as good in real life as in my dream. I wondered how she tasted.
"Fuck!" I heard myself exclaim. I couldn't clear my head of fucking my mother in that goddam dream.
"Time for a shower," I thought. "I have to wash away the cum on my body that was from my fun with Leah, and wash away the disturbingly erotic memories of Mom that were from the dream."
After my shower, I pulled on shorts and t-shirt, took a deep breath and went up stairs. Mom sat with both arms bent and her elbows supported on the surface of her desk. Her left hand held a cup of coffee ready for a sip, but her attention was fully focused on the cell phone in her right hand. So rapt was her attention, she didn't hear me approach.
"Good morning Mom."
Startled, she jerked and coffee spilled down the front of her pajamas.
"Chris you startled me," she exclaimed as she kind of hid her phone from my sight.
"Sorry. Did I interrupt?" I asked.
Mom actually blushed and turned red. "No, I, uh, was just checking my email," she stuttered.
She stood and walked to the sink. The white fabric stained brown from the spilled coffee clung wetly to her chest. Her left breast and nipple were visible through the soaked nightshirt.
My mind flashed again to the image of my mother in my dream and felt her nipple in my mouth. My penis stirred.
She set the coffee cup and her phone on the counter and picked up a towel. She dabbed at the wet cloth over her breast. The flat nipple tightened and rose in response to the friction.
"Um, that's not helping much. I guess I need to go get cleaned up and change."
"Did it burn you?" I asked with concern as I watched my hand of its own volition reach out and touch the wet fabric.
She flinched, but did not pull away, as my fingertips made light contact with her breast.
"No, it was barely even warm."
My fingertip grazed the prominence of her erect nipple through the wet cloth as I let my hand drop to my side. Mom shivered. She put her hand to where my finger had touched as she turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Mom's phone chirped on the counter. I glanced at the screen and noticed a banner briefly come up that looked like flight numbers and times. I excitedly pressed the home button to see if it was Leah's flight information.
The screen came to life and under the banner Leah and I were frozen in our nakedness from last night. How?
I pushed the play button and watched as my mother's purloined video replayed our cybersex of the night before. She spied on us. She had secretly videoed us. I should be angry. I felt exposed. I felt violated. I saw us through my mother's eyes. I enjoyed watching. I was aroused.
I watched it again, and then again.
"It turns me on too. No, no, don't stop," Mom said quietly as her arms circled around me. Her breasts pressed firmly against my back as her hands caressed my chest. We now watched together Leah's little boobs ripple back and forth on her chest as her hands worked between her legs. As the perspective of the video focused on my penis, Mom's hands reached down and touched the hardness of my erection through my shorts.
"Mom. No." I said with little conviction. I pressed start again.
"You like to watch," she said as her fingers traced the roundness of my shaft through the fabric.
I groaned when she found and toyed with my glans.
"Oh god Mom, what are you doing? This is so wrong."
"Look at the video my darling," she chided very quietly.
Leah's voice was saying, "I showed you mine, show me yours."
Mom's fingers first unfastened the button, and then I felt the tug of the zipper of my shorts. She reached in and pulled my cock free of its confinement. Mom's hand slowly stroked my erect penis as we watched me masturbate on the screen. I could feel the orgasm build as her hand milked my shaft.
"Mom, I'm going to cum, please stop. We can't do this."
"You and your cousin..." she let the unspoken accusation hang.
She pumped me in time to my hand on my other cock on the screen. I felt my shaft expand against the tight grip of her fist. I watched with rapt attention as my other cock began to spurt its liquid strings of white spunk.
I groaned as my hips reflexively thrust my penis over and over through the encircling tunnel of her hand. "Oh Mom don't," I cried out as the tension exploded. She held on tight as I fucked her palm. Cum arched out from my penis and hit the floor as the forceful contractions drained my pelvis of the pent up pleasurable pain.
I turned in her arms thinking to scold her. She was naked. My still dribbling cock swung between us and left tracks of wet sperm on her stomach just below her breasts. Without thinking, I reached out and cupped the heavy softness of her breasts in my palms. Her finger caught some sperm that still oozed from the tip of my cock and she rubbed it on her exposed nipple. I watched as the soft tissue wrinkled and tightened.
"I did you, now you do me?" She asked with a questioning tone.
"They feel better than I thought," I whispered to myself.
"What?" my mother asked, "What do you mean?"
"Sorry," I said embarrassedly, "I had a dream."
"What kind of dream. Tell me."
"I almost fucked you last night, in my dream I mean."
"Tell me. No wait. We need to get comfortable for this. Pull up your shorts and hand me my phone."
She took my hand after I handed her the phone and led me into her bedroom.
After pulling back the covers she lay down and surprisingly covered herself. Patting the bed she said with a sly smile, "Come on, lay down here beside me and tell me your dream. This should be delicious. Did you enjoy fucking me?"
"God Mom, no. Yes. I don't know. In the dream I was desperate too, yes, I wanted to fuck you, but knew I couldn't," I stammered.
"Did you?"
"No, well, kind of, almost."
