This is part two of a continuing story; the reader is encouraged to read 'Dream Lover' first, for background and character information.
Victoria is a 38-year-old single mother. She has been obsessing over a very erotic dream that she had about her son Shawn.
Shawn is 18 years old. He has had fantasies about his mother for several years. He wants something to happen, but he knows that nothing will.
'You only live once'
Victoria finished her morning coffee and washed the few breakfast dishes. Her son Shawn had left leaving her alone in the house. She walked slowly back to her bedroom, still thinking about her dream. It was so real. She sat on her bed and looked down at her hands. They were still shaking. This is ridiculous she thought. It was just a silly dream. She lay back on the bed and concentrated on relaxing. Her Saturday chores would have to wait. She turned her head to look at her nightstand. Just a lamp and a clock radio. Maybe she should get rid of those old condoms she had been keeping. She could almost see them sitting there from her dream. Victoria relaxed enough to close her eyes and drift off into troubled sleep.
She awoke an hour later. Still not totally awake she slipped her hand under the waistband of her jogging pants. She felt her fingers slide across the slight roundness of her tummy, lightly caressing the skin. A small shiver ran through her body as she moved her fingers lower. She stopped for a second at the top of her pussy and then extended one finger to press down on her clit. Another shiver, stronger this time caused her to smile. Victoria teased her clit, rubbing gently, until it began to swell and stiffen. Her own wetness making the clit slippery. She rubbed harder, feeling glowing warmth spread through her body.
She once again thought about her dream. For an instant, she was reliving it. But the moment passed. The dream had already started to fade from her memory as most dreams do. And she thought about Shawn. Not the Shawn of her dreams but the son she had surprised in the bathroom. Smells, sights, sounds, all are exaggerated in dreams, but her son was real. What she saw was real. What she wanted was real. She told herself that she shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts. It could never happen. She thought about Shawn. About his cock. What would it taste like? What would it feel like slipping into her body? Could she bring herself to kneel in front of him? To beg him to let her suck his cock. To beg him to fuck her.
As she continued rubbing her sensitive clitty she felt an orgasm growing deep in her body. She concentrated on that feeling. She rubbed harder. She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. She was so close. Nothing mattered except...
The quiet knock on her bedroom door brought her back to reality. For a second she felt confused, her orgasm denied at the last moment.
"Mom, are you awake?" Shawn asked softly from the hallway.
"Yes, I'm up." Victoria said as she got up to open the door. "Just relaxing a little."
"I just wanted to let you know I was home." Shawn said when his mother opened the door.
"I was just putting a few things away." His mother said. "I've got to go out myself."
Shawn smiled up at his mother and turned to go into his own room. He smiled again as he turned, thinking about the small damp spot in the front of his mothers jogging pants. In the privacy of his room, Shawn slipped off his jeans and freed his cock from his shorts. He wondered if his mother was thinking about him, like he was thinking about her. Was he the cause of that wet spot?
'Maybe once could be enough'
Shawn tried to image what his mother looked like naked. He had sneaked a few looks through the clothes hamper and knew her bra size. His imagination filled the bra in. From the rare glimpses he had over the last few years, he guessed that his mother's breasts where full and heavy. Maybe someday he would find out what they felt like. Shawn reached down to cup his balls. They ached slightly, probably because of what he was thinking. He squeezed them gently, fanaticizing that it was his mother doing the squeezing. Shawn let his mind drift. He imagined his mother kneeling in front of him, reaching up to hold his cock. He imagined her pulling his cock down towards her mouth and that almost magical moment when he would see his cockhead disappear between her lips. Shawn's daydream was interrupted when he heard the front door open and close as his mother left the house. He walked over to his dresser and rummaged in the back of one of the drawers until he found the pair of white nylon panties that he had taken from the clothes dryer almost a month before. He sat back down and wrapped the soft panties around his cock. The feeling was electric. He started masturbating with the panties, stroking up and down his swollen shaft. Again he let his mind wander. What would it feel like to slip his cock into his mother's hot hole? He had fantasized about that before, on several occasions. He imagined his mother gasping, moaning and calling his name. As he let his mind continue to paint vivid pictures, his hand stroked up and down. He tried to go slow and prolong the feeling, but his hand went faster. He was almost there. Almost ready to erupt and spray hot cum into the panties. He could feel the orgasm rising. Almost there.
The loud bang on his bedroom window brought his daydream to an end. A frustratingly painful end. Swearing quietly to himself, he put his shorts and jeans back on and grabbed a tee shirt. When he pulled the heavy drapes back from the window, he saw his friend Billy grinning at him. Billy was one of a very small group that Shawn had made friends with over the years.
Victoria needed to get out of the house. She was obsessing over something so sinful and wrong. She needed fresh air to clear her head. She quickly changed clothes, putting on a loose top and a pair of shorts. She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her purse and left. She drove the short distance to a nearby shopping center and found a place to park. She sat there for several minutes, just staring out of the car window. She felt her hand move under her top and cup her breast through her bra. She quickly removed it, remembering where she was. Would Shawn like to play with her breasts she thought. A car pulling in next to her brought her brought her mind back to reality. She spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon wandering through stores, eventually arriving at the market where she bought groceries.
Mother and son had both been interrupted in seeking their personal pleasures that morning. Both were day dreaming about each other. It was only a matter of time before something was going to happen between them.
That evening, after dinner, Victoria sat down in her favorite chair with a bowl of popcorn, to watch television. Shortly after she had made herself comfortable, Shawn came in and sat on the sofa. Both were quiet for several minutes.
"Want some popcorn?" Victoria asked.
"Sure, that would be great." Shawn replied.
