It Was All Just A Dream Son
*Contains strong themes of reluctancy and heavy use of the "I" word. You have been having bad dreams for quite some time now. It's got to the point where you can't drift off at night in fear that you might have another nightmare. You ask to join Mommy in bed, you're abit old for that now but you just know being in close proximity to her will help. Nothing beats the warm touch of your Mother, her soothing voice, her gentle kisses on your cheek... You wake up to Mommy shaking you, telling you she's horny and she has dreamt her whole life about committing "i" with her own Son. She's going to take advantage of you and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, no body will believe you anyway, you have no voice. All you need to do is lie there and shut the fuck up while Mommy rides your cock. You protest, but Mommy reminds you that she's your Mother and you do as she says. "It's all just a dream...it's all just a dream", you tell yourself as you feel the pussy that birthed you sliding up and down your hard cock. This is so wrong, to be dreaming about your own Mother fucking you. You wake up suddenly, sweating, shaking. It felt so real, you remember every single detail. You're left extremally confused... was it just an extremally vivid dream or did your own Mother just take advantage and fuck you?
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