In 2004, Gary went on to college after graduating a year prior from Dunmore High. In that year between, he spent time considering where he might want to go for a four-year degree. For one year, he spent some time at the community college while staying close to his family.
He told his mom, who he was very close to then, that he wasn't sure he wanted to leave town and live away from her and the family. He told his mom almost all of his problems, some of his secrets, and much of what he wanted. Like her, he'd talk to his sister as well.
What he never told his mom was that he found her pretty. He found his mom extremely pretty. She knew something was different. She just didn't know what to be sure.
Many Saturday evening's, Gary would go online and instead of playing typical game sights or blogging, he'd be on a sight that saw mom's and son's become intimate. Not just close, but also sexually intimate.
Gary was 18, so at first he was hesitant. He reassured himself that this was okay because he was legally an adult. The sight called for a person to be 18, so he didn't worry.
Then there was his sister as well, who behaved much like his mom did. She looked like her mom. She was built like her mom. But he found himself mainly attracted to the safe haven of his mom's warmth. His sister had similar qualities, but it wasn't always the same.
A year had passed since graduating from high school. His mature sister just graduated from school also, turning 18 in May and partying up with many of her friends while he went through the tribulations of confusion that existed in his mind. How could she enjoy herself, but he couldn't?
Gary felt an attraction to his mom. He was confused. Gary thought he was becoming sexually attracted to her. He began believing he could 'sleep' with her. She always comforted him. She always, until even recently, consoled him physically.
She always held him close to her when he broke down, frustrated because he was upset over something. He was a sensitive person with feelings.
Gary was told to try to work them out himself many times, nicely, by his younger sister. He wasn't able. She and Gary would sit in her bedroom sometimes for hours and talk instead of her going out with her friends.
They were close in many ways. He developed a fondness for her, but as a sister, he thought. They were close and she didn't mind hugging her brother to console him.
As the summer before his first full year at Oklahoma North University was to begin, Gary would often wake up in the morning after ravaging dreams. Dreams that produced results of a different kind, he would often wake up late due to them too and would have to be awakened by his mom or sister.
He was embarrassed. He wouldn't get out of bed until they left the room. He only slept in his boxers, which was normal. During the night, Gary would have wild dreams. Wild dreams that were sexually related. They only began that summer, just after his sister turned 18 in May and more frequently when she graduated in early June.
He'd awaken with a boner. Or he'd awaken even worse yet, spent with cum soaking his boxers. "What the hell man?" "Oh my God, fuck!" These sentences were uttered in his mind. Then he'd recall why.
"Oh God, oh shit! I had sex or messed around with mom. Jesus, there's no way!" Then he wondered why he was naked, playing, touching, letting her lead him on or telling him what to do. It was all friendly. It was all loving. It was all intimate in nature. She'd take his hand and run it across her boobs or she led it across her pussy and thighs too. She also had him run his fingers through her vaginal hair, repeatedly. That's what he'd dream about.
But she took it a step further in his dreams, she talk to him about how to treat a girl, how to talk to a girl, how to compliment her, or be polite. Don't kiss on a first date. Don't be aggressive, although she'd be saying all of this with her bra and panties on or just her panties in front of him; they might be laying together in her bed or his bed. No one else would be around. He'd dream of these scenes.
All this plus more brought him to ejaculate in his sleep or just keep him hard. He recalled the dreams. He didn't like them, at first. But as they reoccurred, he became warmhearted towards them.
As the dreams continued, his sister would begin to show up briefly in them. She would appear, initially, fully dressed in them. He didn't feel concerned. Within a month, she'd walk in on them, smiling away, but with pajamas on and skimpy at that. She almost appeared sexy. But this was his sister and not some local girl he might be fond of.
He'd wake up with the boner on. His sister would be running about the hallway and scrambling to put on the final transformations to her self, such as hair and makeup, in the bathroom.
He needed to get in and shower. He would not leave his room with a boner on. No way would he do that if she were close by. It always seemed to take a few minutes for him to relax it. His sister was told by his mom to tell him to get his ass in gear, and in those words.
His mom had no idea. He became more and more frustrated with the situation. It was worse when he'd cum in his boxers and they would be soaked. Since he released himself in such a roaring way, they would be half-soaked almost.
He would have to wash them out, hang them in the shower, and let them dry. Although his mom came in his room to clean often, she never went into the kid's bathroom, except once per week to clean it. He knew when that was so he accounted for that.
Once he finally got home, he'd throw them down to be washed. He had his routine down. His only problems were the reoccurring dreams he had about his mom and sister. Why she would come into my dreams, he asked.
He wasn't sure what to do. Obviously, he was confused. He lived with it for a while. He buried the subconscious attraction for both but he didn't realize it. He went on dreaming, having wet dreams, or waking up often with the hard-on.
August came and he was preparing for college. He was apprehensive. He wasn't ready but he packed and his mom, dad, and sister took him down to the college about 650 miles away. It was a good college with a good base of people from good backgrounds.
He would become accustomed to the surroundings, soon enough, they thought. He didn't and it showed. He'd get to classes late, right off the bat.
His dreams continued. He had a roommate and that wasn't working out. How could he get out of bed in the morning spent or with a hard-on and not be embarrassed.
He missed his family, especially his mom. He missed the talks he had with his sister occasionally. She was off at the community college, making new friends and deciding on a major. She was busy, but she'd email him occasionally.
He was homesick and wanted to see his mom and talk to her. He was uncomfortable. He didn't go and socialize. He didn't go to any parties, clubs, fraternities, or even join school organizations.
He couldn't easily get online, surf the net, and look at sites as he did before. He especially couldn't go to any sites with 'moms and sons' on them. Those were blocked by the Uni, unless one could hack outside the network. That took some doing.
He missed his mama. She brought him that comfort he intimately had begun to love. He put up with the school. The people were friendly enough. They were sociable enough and they liked him. He still missed his mommy.
He still had his dreams. He couldn't deny the loving, one-on-one, hand-to-hand warmth, and sometimes-erotic moments with his mom.
Yes, sometimes they had erotic moments, which they spent lying in his or her bed being intimate!
