Our desires can be extremely powerful. So much so that they manifest as fantasies which play out in our minds. They are the erotic longings of the body that for some reason or another cannot be satisfied and so the mind translates them into creative thoughts. They are fueled by lust and hidden away from those around us, especially the ones we are closest to. But sometimes, under just the right circumstance, the fantasies become a reality, and it's so much better than we could have ever imagined.
Karen's nipple was standing at attention as Brian flicked the tip of his tongue over it, sending chills down her spine and making her hips gyrate. He leaned his head back to take in the full view of her hefty, voluptuous tits, squeezing and kneading them both before going back in for small kisses upon her tender neck. She was grasping his hard cock while he pecked and nibbled his way from her shoulder to her ear, placing his left hand on the side of her head and rubbing the crotch of her black panties with his right. Her mouth was open, her pussy was soaking wet and her breaths were becoming heavy and full of passion. His lip touched her earlobe and he whispered so softly the truth to his lover.
"You're so sexy mom, and I've always wanted to fuck you." She moaned loudly and bit her lip as he slid his hand down the front her panties.
Brian opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment. The best dreams were always interrupted by reality, it seemed. He had a good long stretch and let his lanky arms and legs hang over the edges of his old bed. He was fourteen the last time he slept in it and now at twenty he had far outgrown the twin size mattress. Nevertheless, it felt good to be home after being away at college for over a year.
He was in his fifth semester at the university and had just come back for his mid-winter break. Brian was an excellent student, but that didn't mean it had been easy for him thus far. Living in the dorms, having total strangers for roommates, trying to pay on his student loans while still making ends meet; it had all been a big adjustment for him. But nothing was more difficult than being away from his mom, Karen. After his dad walked out on them over ten years earlier, his mother had been his only source of guidance and compassion and, at times, had been his only friend. Most of what he had become as a person, he owed to his wonderful mother and he loved her dearly for it.
Brian looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already 8:30 in the morning. Better get moving if we're going to stay on schedule, he thought. He got out of bed and stood up for another stretch, feeling his morning wood jutting out from under his boxers as per usual. That's what he chalked it up to anyways instead of admitting to himself that his own mother was the object of his affection. It wasn't that he desired a relationship with her like a boyfriend does with a girlfriend or husband with a wife – he simply desired her.
He walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel from the cupboard and turned on the shower. He looked at his body in the mirror just as he normally did. He had always been tall and slender but now his muscles were toned and well-defined. He was downright cut up and was pleased with being so. All that time spent running and lifting free weights in the gym was really paying off. His dick was still stiff as a board and he stroked it a few times through his underwear.
Karen: with her big doe eyes and high cheekbones and pouty little lips, her hourglass curves and big, bouncy tits. And her ass! Oh, her ass was mesmerizing and was by far Brian's favorite feature. It was so impeccably round and meaty and he just wanted to spread it apart and bury his face into it as deep as he could; to suffocate himself with the sweet tang of her asshole stuck to his tongue.
He let go of his prick and snapped back to reality, scowling to himself as he considered how fucked up he must be in the head. He stuck his hand in the shower and felt that the water was suitably warm so he slid his boxers down to his feet and stepped out of them.
Downstairs, Karen was in her kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee, her long brown hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail. She was leaning over the counter in her plush, pink robe, looking out the window at the peaceful winter scene in her back yard. The sky was overcast grey but the heavy blanket of snow made everything look serene and beautiful like a Norman Rockwell painting.
It was the perfect start to what she knew would be a perfect day. She was so excited when Brian had come home the night before that she ran outside as soon as he pulled into the drive way and gave him a big hug before he could even shut the car door. She helped him with his bags and offered to make him supper, but he said he was too tired from the long drive and went upstairs to pass out in his old bed. She let her baby get his rest – she knew he would need it for what they had planned. She looked down at the itinerary on the counter for the tenth time. She still couldn't believe they were finally going to do it.
"OAK FRONTIERS – Your winter adventure awaits!"
The bold, blue text arced across the page with a beautiful woodland landscape in the background. Oak Frontiers was a winter retreat nestled deep in the dense upstate forests, far away from the people and amenities of middle-class suburbia. They offered a chance for tourists to experience the freedom and fresh air of the real outdoors, just as people did in olden days. There was hiking, cross-country skiing, guided bird-watching tours, and ice-fishing among the many activities presented at the camp. Karen and Brian had been planning the trip for over five months and the day had finally come for them to go.
They were booked for three days and four nights in one of the Scout Lodges, which were small cabins with intentionally very little accommodation. Karen had grown tired of the stress of her job and the busy city streets and crowded shopping malls. She longed for a nice, relaxing getaway in the wilderness and for the chance to live more plainly and with a renewed sense of respect for the world she lived in, even if only for a little while. It was a gift from herself for her fortieth birthday and she could think of no one she'd rather spend it with than her son Brian.
It had been a tough year for Karen while her son was away, tough but also rewarding. Seeing him leave had been so sad for her and she could hardly sleep for the first few nights. The two of them had never been apart from each other for more than a day or two in the past 10 years. But after some time and a few reassuring phone calls from Brian, she was able to control her anxiety much better. He told her how well he was doing in school and how nice the campus was and which extracurricular programs he was involved in among other things. She slowly began to put her mind at ease with Brian's absence. She soon realized that he wasn't just doing ok, he was excelling - he was thriving.
The boy she loved had become the man that she admired and it was a direct reflection of her good parenting. Karen took another sip of coffee and couldn't help but smile to herself with a great sense of pride and accomplishment at raising such a fine young man. And on top of all that, as if she could have asked for anything more, he was tall, strong, and handsome to boot!
What a catch he'll be for some lucky girl one day, she thought. But this also reminded her of something that troubled her slightly. Of all the times that she and Brian talked over the phone, he never once mentioned anything about having a girlfriend. He told her about being on the dean's list and what a good teacher his sociology professor was and complained about the high price of text books but made not one single comment about any girls whatsoever. Sure, he is a bit of a bookworm, she thought, but college is also supposed to be time of exploration and, god willing, a little bit of fun. The sound of the shower turning on upstairs broke her away from the thought. She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink before heading toward the stairs. She decided she would help Brian get his bags ready before they got on the road.
Karen went upstairs and walked down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom door. She knocked loud enough for Brian to hear her over the shower.
"Good morning, sweetie!" she said cheerfully. "Can I come in for a sec? I just want to grab your toothbrush."
"Morning mom! Yeah, come on in, I'm in the shower," he yelled back from behind the green curtains. Karen opened the door and walked in, enjoying the humid warmth of the room.
"Did you sleep ok? I know that bed is so tiny for you now but it's all I had since you took your big one to the dorms."
"Oh yeah, I was so tired mom, I would have slept on the floor. I feel much better now. It's nice having my own shower again too! I'm sick of sharing everything with two other dudes," Brian replied as he shampooed his short brown hair.
"I bet you are, honey. Well you take your time, I'm just gonna start packing some stuff up for you, okay?" Karen shouted as she grabbed his toothbrush from the edge of the sink.
"Okay, thanks mom."
