"Oh... Oh yes... Yes, just like that... Oh yes, I'm so close. Oh, Fuck! I'm... I'm... I'M CUMMING!!" I screamed as I awoke from my dream. Covered in sweat, I sat up and noticed that once again, I had cum in my sleep.

Fuck! Another sex dream about Mom. I thought as I leaped up and stripped the stain-covered sheet from my bed.

As I tossed the soiled linen into my hamper, I mumbled, "Maybe it's natural to have dreams like this?"

Who the fuck am I kidding. No way can this be natural. I rationalized and sighed.

"Honey, are you up?" I heard, causing me to jump.

It was my mother just outside my bedroom. I stood in silence as her following words vibrated through the door. "I made you breakfast."

My eyes fixated on the jiggling of my door handle, causing my heartbeat to quicken.

Strangely, I became sexually stimulated when I realized my mother was about to see me naked.

Thankfully, I hadn't lost all of my morals yet and yelled, "Yeah! I'm up! Don't come in. I'm not decent."

Mom gave no response, but I let out a light sigh when I heard her footsteps going away.

"Get a grip, Tucker. She's your mother." I muffled to myself as I went to my dresser for a pair of briefs.

As I dressed for the day, I pondered over one of many sinful dreams and remembered back to when they first came to light.

It all started two months ago when I happened to come across Mom doing her morning exercises like she'd done so many times in the past. Only, for some reason, when I glanced at her this time, something deep inside me started to stir, and as I continued to survey her womanly figure, a strange urge overcame me.

These new desires grew as Mom had bent over, touching her toes and my eyes fixated on her slender figure. Her long blonde hair grazed across the floor, and just before she straightened up, my eyes noticed how her sheer white spandex yoga pants beautifully showed off her wonderful firm ass and well-toned legs. Suddenly, Mom twisted her body to the left, and that was when I caught sight of how her milky fitted sports bra seemed to exaggerate her nice c size melons.

It quickly became evident that Mom was no longer just the loving woman who gave birth to me, but this sexy older woman I was now lusting over.

I don't know how long I just stood admiring her body as she was exercising, but it was apparent she hadn't noticed me and kept with her routing. My heartbeat quickened as I observed Mom put her hands out to her sides while her standing legs spread before leaning over and bouncing her upper body up and down to the beat with the music playing on the TV.

I couldn't stand it anymore and felt my cock hardening by the second as her tight tush pushed back just a little every time her upper body would push downward. My mouth became dry as my sexual urges built to the point where I almost wanted to rush in there and ram my steel pole deep into her pussy. Lost in my deranged thoughts, I wasn't aware Mom had looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh Tucker... You scared me. Everything okay?"

"Umm... Yeah, Mom. I was just. Um... Just..." It was all I could muster as the feelings of guilt washed over me for thinking such thoughts. I couldn't see it. But I knew my face had to be turning different colors.

On the other hand, Mom played it cool and just gave me a big smile while straightening up and facing me. She then grabbed a towel that was next to her and rubbed it slowly across her neck while cocking her head to the left and wooed, "Honey can you get me a water from the refrig?"

"Um... Yeah... I can do that." I said and quickly ran off to the kitchen.

It wasn't until I opened the refrigerator door that I realized my dick was still hard as a rock and clearly showed a prominent bulge in my pants.

Not knowing what to do, I waited by the refrigerator and just hoped it would subside. But alas, I guess I was gone too long and heard Mom behind me saying, "What are you doing?"

Shocked, I spun around holding Mom's water and noticed her eyes shift down to my crotch and widen as she gazed at it.

OH fuck! My brain screamed as Mom was fixated on my hard dick, causing me to freeze up in total embarrassment. Mom, on the other hand, lifted her gazed and smirked while walking up to me.

I began to sweat as she took the water bottle from my clutches.

"It's okay, Tucker; it happens to boys your age."

"I... I... I..." I stuttered in a feeble attempt to answer. However, I stopped abruptly when Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek whilst softly saying, "Thanks for the water, sweetie."

Her kiss was like a bolt of lightning, and I felt my cock spew some of its built-up pressure of sperm in my shorts.

Quickly, I stepped back and gave a quick nod before making a mad dash out of the kitchen. I started to feel numb as I ran up to my room. Confused and horny, I couldn't stop the flood of wicked images of Mom that taunted my brain. Lying on my bed, I closed my eyes and stroked myself off several times to the vision of her sexy body that now plagued my mind. To say the least, I never did leave my room that day.

Clearing my head of what took place back then, I tucked in my shirt and made my way out into the hall.

"About time," Mom announced as I walked into the dining room and took a seat.

"Sorry, Mom. I was having trouble finding a shirt." I lay as Mom set my breakfast plate down in front of me.

With my head tucked down, I ate my eggs while Mom stood next to the stove. However, I couldn't help myself from stealing a glance at her firm rear as she prepared her meal. The way Mom's white skirt hugged her fantastic round backside was taunting me once more as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing my dick to stiffen again.

Fuck, this is driving me crazy! I thought and then heard, "Is everything alright?"

I glanced up from Mom's backside to see her staring at me and replied, "Um yeah, why you ask?"

"Well, I heard you groaning this morning and opened your door to see you were still sleeping. I thought you might be coming down with something."

Oh my god, I was making sounds in my sleep. I thought. And in a panic said. "No, everything is fine; it was just a bad dream, that's all. How about you?"

"What do you mean?"

Fuck why did I say that? I thought and followed by saying. "Um, you know, I just wanted to know if you're ok with Dad being away so much."

"What made you think of that?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I remarked, "I don't know; I just did."

Mom sat down and said, "Well, since you asked, I feel a bit lonely at night when he's away."

"Why? I'm still here with you?"

Mom chuckled and said, "Yes, but it's different. There's just something about sleeping next to a person that you tend to miss when they're gone."

I swallowed hard and mumbled, "Oh."

But I then started to think what it might be like to be sleeping next to her.

Wicked thoughts began to fill my mind of what I might do if I was lying next to her and then happened to notice the top two buttons on her blouse had become undone just as she leaned forward to stand up.

Holy fuck! My mind screamed as a substantial portion of her bare cleavage came into view, causing me to stare endlessly at her silky white breast.

However, my gawking didn't go unnoticed, and I heard Mom clear her throat loudly. I shifted my glance upward, and my eyes met with hers piercing back at me, and I swallowed hard, realizing Mom was aware of my staring.

Aw Shit, here comes the scolding. I thought as Mom shook her head and crossed her arms sternly.

There was an eerie silence as I waited for Mom to reprimand me about my wandering eyes, but instead, she just glared.

I was just about to apologize when Mom finally said, "You better get going before you're late for school." I then turned sharply and proceeded to go down to the sink as if nothing happened.

"Okay, Mom," I uttered, confused. However, I knew I'd better not push my luck and quickly rushed out the door.

That day at school seemed to drag on as I ponder over why Mom didn't say anything. Did she not want to talk about it? Or better yet, did it excite her knowing I was staring at her cleavage? I didn't have a clue. But really, I was hoping for the latter to be true.

Thankfully, the day finally ended, and I made it home just in time to hear Mom on the phone with Dad and once again found out he would be working late again.

It wasn't always that way. You see, my Dad is a truck driver, but several months ago, he started to work for a new company that paid more. But as it turns out, he also has to work longer hours in the process.

So once again, Mom and I would be the only people eating together. This didn't bother me at all since with Dad not being around; it made it much easier to steal a glance or two at her beautiful body.

"Hi, Mom," I said, making my presence known.

"Hi, sweetie. Go wash up; dinner will be ready shortly."

"Okay, Mom," I said as I passed by her and made my way up the stairs to my room.

I must have been gone for only about fifteen minutes before I heard her calling me back down to eat.

"Mmm. It smells good, Mom." I said as she put the roast down on the table.

"Thanks, honey." She replied as we both filled our plates.

I was in the middle of taking a bite when Mom said, "So the school called me today."

Hovering my fork in front of my mouth, I replied, "They did?"

"Yes, care to tell me why your grades are dropping?"

"Huh??? I... I don't know." That, of course, was a fib.

I did know why. Ever since my dreams started, I've had trouble concentrating on anything I did. However, I knew I couldn't tell Mom that.

"Well, apparently, they are, so tonight I think I should quiz you a little on your homework."

Mom hadn't given me a quiz on my school studies in over five years, and I replied, "Really, Mom?"

"Yes, really." She said very sternly.

"Okay..." I mumbled while looking down at my fork.

After dinner, while Mom washed the dishes, I went to my room and did my assignments. Thankfully, it was only math questions, and I knew they shouldn't take too long for Mom to quiz me on. Boy, was I wrong because I no sooner finished my homework when I heard Mom rap on my door.

"Yeah, Mom," I said as she opened the door wearing a long silky black robe.

"You finished?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Ok, then grab your books and meet me in the living room." Mom replied.

I did as Mom asked and met her already seated on the sofa.

Taking a seat next to her, I couldn't help but notice how sexy Mom looked in her robe and found myself wondering what her marvelous breast looked like under it.

That thinking only caused my mind to fog up, and as Mom started to ask me questions about the math problems, I made more than a few errors.

"Tucker! Are you even trying?" Mom yelled while shifting one leg under her body, causing a portion of her bare upper thigh to be seen.

Oh my god, is she naked under her robe? My wicked mind thought.

I could feel my dick slowly growing as Mom shuffled around on the couch, making the top portion of her robe to come apart, exposing a significant amount of nude flesh, which only added to my torment.

"Are you listening to me?" I heard her yell, snapping me out of my semi wicked trance.

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I... I don't know why I'm having trouble," I replied, tucking my book down over my now half erect penis.

"Ok, let's try again," I heard just as she leaned forward to glance at my book, giving me a clear view inside her robe.

I swallowed sedulously as Mom's unclad breast came into view, causing me to become fully erect.

My god, they do look marvelous. I reflected as I pushed my book down hard into my swollen cock in an attempt to give myself some relief.

However, I wasn't prepared for Mom to grab my book and say, "Here, let me have that."

Without the cover of my book, my cock bulged straight out of my pajamas like a flag pole. Thinking quickly, I moved my legs onto the couch in a bent position while holding them together with my hands.

Mom looked quite puzzled when I started to rock my body back and forth for no apparent reason.

"You okay?"

"Um yeah," I said and followed by saying. "So what's the next question?"

I could tell. Mom was still perplexed, but she did continue, and thankfully I answered the next couple of questions correctly.

That seemed to satisfy Mom, and she proceeded to hand me back my book.

Slowly, I lowered my legs while reaching for my book and was happy to find out my stiff pole had diminished.

"Ok, now remember what we went over in case there's a quiz tomorrow."

"I will, Mom," I said and promptly vacated towards my room.

"Holly shit!" I huffed as I closed my door and stripped off my clothes.

Mom's pleasing appearance was plaguing my brain, and my cock once again stiffened.

Hastily I turned off my light as I lay across my bed and closed my eyes. My hand swiftly found my stiff rod and wasted no time in stroking off to my wicked thoughts of her.

I could picture Mom's bare breast popping out of her satin robe, and my hand went faster. I was just about to pop when suddenly I heard her familiar knock.

Shit! I thought as I rapidly tossed a cover over my naked body.

In the darkness, Mom walked into my room and turned on my light. I watched as she slowly approached my bed and plopped herself down on one leg, causing her robe to part widely, giving me a clear view of her sheer white panties.

If Mom said something, I didn't hear it. I couldn't help but stare endlessly at her white panties and felt my cock poke straight up under the covers.

"Tucker!" I finally heard and looked Mom in the eyes. That's when I noticed her close her robe while her eyes shifted down to my groin and heard her say, "Young boys and their hormones."

"Huh? What? I?" I rambled on.

"Shhh. It's ok, honey. I understand what's happening," she said and then proceeded to lean forward, resting her hand on my thigh extremely close to my rock-solid mass.

A rush of pure lust filled my soul as she bent forward, exposing her bare breast once again before giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek just as her hand lightly grazed across my shaft.

I gasped as her kiss lingered on my cheek and couldn't help but heave my hips upward as she removed her hand and stood up.

"Good night, sweetie," I heard her say as she ever so slowly sashayed towards the door.

"Mom!" I said, causing her to look back.

"What did you want?"

"Oh... nothing special. I just wanted to check on you. Goodnight," she replied as she turned off my light and closed the door.

Well, that did it. I tossed the cover off my swollen cock and jerked on it feverishly.

"Oh fuck. OH fuck!! Oh, shhhit!!" Yeah oh... NNNN... FUCK!!" I groaned as my sperm splattered all over my stomach.

Huffing, I laid in silence but heard a very subtle sound outside my door and looked to see a silhouette pass by slowly under my door.

I couldn't help but wonder if Mom heard me, and that idea haunted me until I finally fell asleep.

That night as I slept, another vivid dream emerged from my depths, and I found myself sitting next to Mom on the couch downstairs wearing that same sexy robe while she quizzed me like before.

Only this time, as I scanned over Mom's body, I heard her say, "Isn't it hot tonight?" and she proceeded to disrobe. My cock quickly hardened as her lush globes came into view. Then Mom's hands slowly grasped them and said, "Yes, that's better don't you think?"

I just nodded with my mouth partly opened while Mom proceeded to take my book and say, "Oh, I see you have a little problem of your own."

I glanced down at my stiff wood and huffed as my Mom slowly unzipped my pants and sassily said. "I think I should take care of that, don't you?"

"Mm-hymn..." I softly groaned as Mom's mouth engulfed my cock.

Slowly at first, Mom bobbed on my dick but gradually built up her tempo until I couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Oh fuck I'm Cumming!!"

My eyes shot open as my heart pounded in my chest. However, as my eyes slowly adjusted, I noticed a presence standing by my doorway.

With my breath still racing, I said, "Mom?"

Sorry honey, I heard you making noises again."

Sitting up on my elbows, I lied, "Um... yeah, it was another bad dream."

"It seems like you're having a lot of them lately."

"Yeah," I bellowed. "I don't know why but I have been."

"Okay, we'll talk about it in the morning," she said as she closed my door, leaving me to wonder how I would talk about it without letting on to what my dreams were really all about.

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