"How does that feel, Zoe honey? Do you like that?" Mom smiled sweetly up at me as she moved her hand softly down my inner thigh.
She was lying naked in my bed on her side, her head propped up with one hand. As I looked down over my nude torso, my knees were up and my legs framed her body.
"I don't want it to feel good! You're my mother!" I protested, although my racing heart beat and trembling legs had already rendered her question a rhetorical one.
"But who could possibly be more suited to be your lover than the one person who loves you more than anyone else in this world?" Mom asked in a way that begged only one possible answer.
While looking at her face I saw the loving, nurturing mother that had always been there for me growing up as any good mother should have. But seeing her naked now, all I could see were her tits. They were conspicuous enough when she was dressed, but untethered by foundation garments and conservative clothing, they were mammoth, in your face bumper bullets, with areolas the size of saucers
The amazing thing was that despite their size and weight, they were very firm and sat high on her chest without sagging, They were, dare I say, almost perky?
I was trying not to see her in a sexual way, and I felt ashamed when I did, but there was no way to look at those knockers and think of anything besides raunchy, gratuitous, pictures in the lowliest of nudie magazines, smelly strip club sex. They were just not the tits of a respectable PTA soccer mom.
With an impish smile while seductively biting her lower lip, she moved her hand farther in until it slid up over my pubic mound. Her middle finger moved upward through my soft lips until the tip of her finger found my clit, tracing gentle circles around it.
I was struck by the sight of her finger, her long, perfectly manicured scarlet nail contrasted against her porcelain skin, moving gently through my pink lips and closely groomed brown pubic hair, creating a surreal image.
"Do you like me to touch you like this baby? Would you like me to keep going?" Mom teased.
"No...YES!...I don't know!!"
With that scream I sat bolt upright in my bed to a deafening silence. I was alone and the room was dark except for the curtains that glowed with the early morning sunlight.
I took a deep breath and collapsed back onto the bed. That makes the third time for that dream in the last week.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I whispered to myself with my hand on my forehead.
Without hesitation I slid my hand under the elastic band of my jammies and started to rub my wet clitty, taking over where Mom had left off. And make no mistake about it, my finger was my mother's finger, and I came hard just like I had after every other recent dream about her.
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After getting up to pee, I crawled back into bed as It was very early and I still had two hours before I had to get ready for class.
My first mistake was thinking I was actually going to go back to sleep. I stared at the ceiling with a million thoughts racing through my brain, most of them about my mother. Big surprise there.
Why was I having sexual thoughts about her? I tried to think of reasons that didn't involve me just simply turning into a sick pervert. I was hornier that usual since I hadn't gotten laid for a while, which also reminded me of my anger and bitterness about Stephen breaking up with me on my nineteenth birthday. But then I finally came up with an explanation that instantly made me feel better about myself.
With Jenny getting pregnant, it would only be natural for Mom to show her more love and attention. Anybody would understand that. So maybe subconsciously I was feeling neglected and the dreams were to compensate for the lack of attention and affection that I had always expected from her.
I smiled smugly to myself for having figured this out all by myself, and now felt relief in being able to put this matter behind me, even though a part of me didn't believe that bullshit for a minute.
I thought about Jenny and Mom's relationship and wondered if Jenny had sexual thoughts about Mom too. The very contemplation of this notion made me giggle out loud. Yeah, right! Sorry, only room for one sicko in this family!
I also thought about their monthly trips across hell and back to see the Donnelys. Since Sis had been pregnant, I'll bet they had gone there at least five or six times. To be honest, I don't know what they see in those lame asses. Oh sure, they're nice. So nice you wanna puke.
The one Christmas they dragged me down there I was ready to run out of the house screaming after an hour. I'm just thankful they don't insist that I go with them now. Besides, I love having the house to myself while they're gone.
But then there's Tommy. I hear them talk about him and giggle when they think I can't hear. I see all of their FaceBook posts and I know he lives in the same town. Oh, wait! I'll bet Mom and Jenny ditch the Donnelys and then go to Tommy's to have a wild orgy! The absurdity of that image was even more amusing than Jenny having the hots for Mom.
Apparently I finally drifted off to sleep because the next thing I was a aware of was my hand repeatedly slapping the night stand until I eventually hit the clock to silence the alarm. I reluctantly rolled out of bed and in my stocking feet and jammies, I shuffled down the hallway.
I stood in the doorway of the kitchen although Mom had not noticed me standing there yet. I watched her making breakfast as I had seen her do a million times before, but this time I really saw her in a way I hadn't before.
Instead of just seeing my mother, for the first time I saw her as a woman outside of the role of my mother. A sexual being, with needs and desires like anyone else. It used to be that the very thought of my parents having sex was the grossest thing I could imagine, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
In all the years she had been divorced I always wondered why she hadn't dated, at least not that I ever knew of. Maybe she had secret rendezvous that she hid from us, although I don't know why she would feel the need to.
"Morning sunshine!" Mom exclaimed in a tone way too cheerful for this early in the morning. "Did you sleep well?"
"Well no, not really Mom, and let me tell you why," I smirked to myself, thinking of the conversation that would have followed had I actually spoken those words out loud. Instead I just shrugged.
"Would you like some toast with your eggs?"
"Sure Mom. Thanks."
"Since Jared is going out for a poker night with the guys, Jenny is going to come over tonight and watch a movie with me," Mom said, changing the subject. "Would you like to join us?"
"Well, I would but I'm going over to Callie's tonight. She's going to color her hair and she wants me to help her with it."
"Well OK then. We'll miss you though."
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