The strange dreams filled my head so at times I could not think of any thing else but having sex with my mother. After dinner I went to my room and laid down to rest. I went into a deep sleep. I don’t remember anything after going up stairs to my room.
I was so uncomfortable I hurt and my bed was so hard. I was cold; I was naked and cold except for a small spot on my back side. It felt warm as if it were pressed to a heating pad. I tried to open my eyes but they hurt and the light was so bright. After two or three tries at opening my eyes I cover my eyes with a hand and slowly opened my eyes. Peeking between my fingers I saw the kitchen sink. The morning sun was coming through the window above the sink that is why it was so bright. If that was the kitchen sink then were the hell was I? I was on the kitchen table naked as the day I was born. I moved to get away from the bright light but something was in back of me and it did not want to move. It was mother and she was as naked as I was.
Rolling away to the other side of the table I slipped off and stood up. Mother moaned blinked and sat up. I could see by her expression she was as lost as to where she was as I was. Then she slowly came around and saw she was naked in my presents and on the kitchen table. I don’t know what was the greater shock being naked in front of her son or being naked on the kitchen table. Her eyes tried to focus on me at first then she turned away and then back again. It seemed to her she was dreaming again I was sure of it.
I had become aroused for no reason at all except seeing my mother naked was reason enough. The thick dark bush was an attractive spot to focus my eyes. Her breasts were heaving as she took deep breaths trying to wake from this dream. Only thing was I knew we were wide awake and this was no dream. I took my cock in my hand not to hide it but to show it off and wiggle it at my mother like a great worm with a bulbous tip deep purple in color.
I came around the table and moved Mother till she was on the edge of the table with her legs dangling off. I moved close with my cock in hand I mounted a charge ramming the head into her pussy. It occurred to me that if I had dreams of fucking my mother for what ever reason she may have had the same dream. If so she probably thought this was all a dream too.
She said “Oh, yes baby do it, do it put it in all the way.” How could I deny my mother anything? Closing my arms behind her hips I jerked her closer plunging deeper.
“Yes baby fuck mommy, make Mommy cum fill me up with your sweet juices.” She was delirious with lust and out of her mind. But I really did not care at this point. She circled my waist with her arms pressing her breasts into my chest.
I started to fuck her faster pushing more deeply in to her. I felt the strangeness start down around my ankles. A quivering and itchiness on my skin. It started to build till I was about to scream but I was not about to withdraw from my mother either. I was so close so very close my balls were pulled up tight ready to force a load from me into my mother. I did not care if she knew it or not I did not care that she believed it a dream I wanted to cum, cum, cum till I screamed with pleasure.
But it was mother who reached the point of no return first. She cried out in pain, in ecstatic pleasure and mournful lust all at the same time. I was inches from her face when her eyes opened only to grow wider and wider as she realized she was having sex with her own son. She felt me inside her. She felt her own passion releasing wave after wave of uncontrollable lust shaking her to the foundation of every moral conviction she had ever had. Her mouth open to cry out but only a gasp came forth. She stiffened and twisted side to side. How could this happen. It was not a dream mother had awakened to her deepest fears and knew the dreams she was having had come true.
I knew if I had dreams of lust and sex with my mother she surely had the same dreams. The only difference was while I embraced and was thrilled my theses crazy dreams she rejected them as some kind of punishment of her sins which she had few of I am sure. But she could not turn her face away from me. Her eyes were locked on mine and then she blinked as she felt the steady stream of warm pleasure fill her joyous cavity. The last swelling, last thrust and last bit of sperm was firmly planted deep in her.
I came to a halt the swelling going down as my lust slipped from me. Our eyes were still locked as I slipped from her all together. I did not move back but instead I held her close. Her breasts heaving against my chest. I wanted her to be the first to speak or move. But she did not move. I still think she wanted to believe it was all a dream as before but if she moved she would have to admit this was real and she had just been fucked to a wild climax by her loving son.
Then I saw the sadness slowly fill her eyes to flow as tears down her cheeks. Her lips started to quiver as there came the first sound of her repentance for her deadly sin. She blinked lowering her head to my chest and there she cried softly tears rolling down my naked body. I felt sorry for her and for what I had done to this wonderful lady. To give her some thing real to hang on to I hugged her and bending my face down I kissed her on the neck. I wanted her to know I was sorry too. But also that once the deed is done there is no way you can take it back. What is done is done we can not change that so we may as well live with it even if it may never be repeated.
Pulling back I gave her space to stand up. I held her long enough to make sure her legs were going to hold her. She stood there still in my arms for only a few seconds before she stepped around me and walked slowly to her room. I went to my bedroom for a shower and rest. This had all started when I laid down before. There was something going on here and I was going to figure it out and soon.
After my shower I did not rest but got dressed and went out for a walk. Wandering aimlessly across the fields I came back the rock where I use to hide out as child. Yes this may be just want I need. I need to relax here and think. It was such a wonderful spot I was sure I would find the answer to what ever happened or caused to happen between mother and me.
There on the grass was a blanket with a picnic basket on it. I was surprised and I thought maybe someone else had found my spot. But that basket had our family’s crest on it and little silver initials on the face below the latch. But how did it get here. Kneeling I sat on my heels and let a shadow of truth fall upon me. The early dreams had they been dreams? Had I seduced my mother more than once? Had my mother been a willing soul to my advances or was it the other way around? Had my mother seduce me? Too many questions too many doubts too many answers needed to be found.
I placed the basket on the kitchen table and went to my room. There coming from under my bedroom door and around the loose frame was a bright light. A light so bright I thought the room was on fire at first. It was so bright I feared too open the door. I stood there dumbfounded and too weak to move. I was gripped by a strange fear of what might await me on the other side. Then as if the light knew I was there but too scared to enter it dimmed to a soft glow. I entered blindly, stupidly rushing head long into the valley of untold strangeness and weird happening and yes the valley of lust.