The following day when Dean met his mother for breakfast, he asked, "So how did you sleep?"

His mother looked at him and, with a smile, teasingly replied, "Oh, I had a lovely rest. I feel so refreshed today. How about you?"

"Oh… I guess I can say the same."

Dean then noticed he was running late and quickly finished his meal. But, before rushing off, he went to give his mother a quick kiss on the cheek and was startled when she promptly turned her head, and their lips met.

Astonished, Dean pulled back as his mother grinned and said, "Have a great day, Son."

"Um... You too, Mom?" Dean replied and went out the door on his way to school.

At school, Dean replayed what his mother had done and then how she acted afterward. Her carefree reaction, along with the way she smirked, had him wondering if it was more than just a mishap.

Dean shook his head and thought. What am I thinking? It had to have been.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than that. Then if that wasn't enough to boggle his mind once at home, he felt the sudden need to read more of the sinful tales he discovered online.

I have to stop myself. It's not helping by reading those stories, he thought.

However, he couldn't, and as he opened the website, he mumbled, "Maybe just one more." There was a new story listed on the page titled "The Black Mirror." That caught his eye, and he began to read.

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Hi, my name is Morgan. My mother, Kalea, and I now live in a small apartment since my father passed away fourteen months ago. Dad, unfortunately, didn't have any life insurance, and with all the debt and burial expenses, Mom was forced to sell the house. It took some time, but eventually, I adjusted to the life change except for one small detail. After that, I began to think of my mother inappropriately.

It happened the night my girlfriend and I were sitting in the living room, and Mom decided to join us. At first, I was fine with it since I wanted Mom to like Janis. However, as I sat there listening to them talk for over an hour about nothing in particular, their words became gibberish, and my eyes, for some reason, focused on my mom.

Now I've seen my mother's complexion at least a thousand times prior to my turning eighteen. But, this time, it was different, because instead of looking at her as my mother, I was sinfully seeing her as a sexy older woman.

Honestly, I don't know why, but as my eyes traveled from her long red hair to her succulent C-size breasts; that were squashed under her tight-fitting, low-cut white dress; I wondered what it might be like to suckle on one, then flick my tongue over her hard nipple.

Then my dick stiffened as my eyes wandered lower until I was staring at her bare knee. Mom had her legs bent and resting to her side on the sofa. However, as Mom chatted away with Janis, her leg ever so slightly lifted off the couch and exposed more of her hidden flesh to my prying eyes.

My mind suddenly ventured down a dark path as I yearned to see more of what lay beneath her dress. With my raging cock tented under my clothes, I peered endlessly at Mom's inner thighs until my peripheral vision caught Mom's hand waving and heard her say, "Hey earth to Morgan."

I looked up at Mom's face and noticed her questionable expression as my face reddened.

"So, are you going to answer her?" Janis said.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry I was lost in thought."

"I should say so," Mom said. "I asked if you wanted to watch a movie."

"Oh. Um. Sure. If Janis is interested in watching one."

Both of them laughed. Apparently, while I was in 'la-la land,’ they had already discussed which movie they wanted to watch.

Mom put the DVD on and turned off the lights, and of course, as it began to play, it was obviously a chick flick.

Mom and Janis quickly became engrossed in the estrogen-filled feature. This was a good thing because whilst the movie played, I again fixated on Mom's legs. It got to the point that my cock actually hurt from pressing so hard in my jeans, and I needed to find some kind of relief. So quickly, I asked if anyone else felt a bit chilly, and they both replied, "Yes."

Excusing myself, I went and got two blankets and handed one to Mom and then sat on the couch and covered Janis and myself with the other. Then, with my bottom half covered, I bent my left leg under the blanket, causing it to tent, which allowed me to release my stiff cock undetected.

I don't know why, but having my dick out and my mother only feet away caused me to do something daring. As Mom watched the movie, I slowly maneuvered Janis's hand to my exposed cock. She softly gasped as she looked at my mother, and I whispered, "Shh."

Janis did try to pull her hand away, but I kept it firmly in place, moving it slowly across my shaft until she finally took hold of it herself.

Janis slowly stroked me as her head shifted from glancing at Mom then back to the television. I, on the other hand, kept my eyes on Mom and imagined it was her hand jerking me off. My cum rose quickly, and I gave Janis some subtle hints of its arrival by squeezing her arm and thrusting slightly in her hand. Janis jerked quicker, and I held my breath as my sperm splattered under the cover.

Without moving too hastily, she wiped her hand on my chest and pulled it out of the cover, and placed it on her lap.

However, I wasn't finished with my little game just yet. Easing my hand over to Janis, I worked it inside her jeans until my fingers rubbed her little pussy. Once again, I glanced at Mom and wished it was her cunt I was dabbling inside of. Janis softly whimpered while I toyed with her clit until she came all over my fingers.

I pulled my hand out of Janis's pants and put my manhood away just as the flick ended, and Mom asked, "So how did you like the movie?"

I replied, "Different."

"Yes, definitely different," Janis said as she looked at me, quite shocked.

Mom got up and said, good night leaving, Janis and me alone on the sofa. Then as Mom vanished up the steps, Janis let me have it.

"What the fuck Morgan?!"

"What?"

"You know what! What if your mother caught us doing that? I would have died!"

"I thought it was kind of exciting. I mean, you did cum, so you must have liked it also?"

"That isn't the point!"

"Well, I'm sorry if I upset you. You want to fool around some more?"

"Oh my god! Your mother is right upstairs. Didn't you hear me say I would die if she caught us?"

"So that is a no, then?"

"Ugh! Please just take me home."

Well, I did as she asked, and that was the last time I saw Janis. Not that she broke up with me, but because I no longer had an interest in her. I couldn't help but think of Mom in this new sexual way; it tormented me.

I found myself at night jerking off to unthinkable images of Mom and me in different sexual positions, as well as checking out her ass and tits every chance I got during the day. That's when I knew I had to do something about this new perversion before it drove me into doing something I would regret.

I looked into ways I might be able to correct this problem myself and came across the subject of self-meditation. After reading a dozen or so articles on the subject, I found an author that was selling a book along with a kit that took my interest. According to her sales pitch, anything was possible if you meditated hard enough. I figured what do I have to lose, so I went and placed the order.

After several days, it finally arrived, and that night in the comfort of my room, I opened the package, and inside was the book, along with instructions attached to this eight-inch circular black shiny object. I've never seen such a thing, but according to the instruction, it was a black mirror.

After reading the instructions, I hung the mirror to see my reflection in a seated position and then read the book. It took four nights before I finished reading it, and I was anxious to try out what I had learned.

Setting a chair in front of the mirror, I stared long and hard into it. After a half-hour or so, I noticed a black ring forming in my peripheral vision. Over the next several minutes, the black ring began to increase until I could only see myself in the black mirror.

That's when I thought to myself. You don't think your mom is sexy. You don't want to fuck your mother. You don't want to fuck your mother. You want to fuck your mother. Wait... What?

Even though my intentions were pure, I couldn't yet break the strong sexual drive and desire I was feeling. So night after night, I practiced until I began to think of some of the things Mom and I did together. The thoughts weren't sexual but loving, and I figured this was a good sign.

Over the next two weeks, I gazed at the mirror and meditated, and sure enough, I wasn't jerking off or checking her out anymore and thought to myself, I did it.

But how wrong I was! The following night as I meditated, I lost concentration when a sudden strong urge to take a leak came over me. Our bathroom is at the end of the hallway, which meant I had to pass by Mom's room. As I did, I noticed her door was partially open, which caused me to pause and admire her sleeping body tucked under the covers. As Mom slept, unaware of my presence, I wondered what she could be dreaming about. I finally left and relieved myself in the toilet.

As I returned to my room, the thought of Mom's dreams stayed in my mind, and when I returned to my meditation, I unknowingly concentrated on that. I guess without realizing I could do this, my mind entered my mother's dream, and just as if I was a bystander, I watched it unfold.

Mom dreamt about Dad and her at the ocean, and I felt my heart sink when I saw him again. The vision appeared to be so real I could smell and taste the ocean air. In fact, it scared me so much that I broke the connection.

However, that night I lay in bed and was awed by what I found I could do and looked forward to trying it again.

So on the following night, when Mom went to bed, I concentrated on her dreams once more. After an hour of gazing into the black mirror, an image formed. It grew in size, overtaking the black mirror until my entire room disappeared and I was in my mother's bedroom.

All the hard work and effort I did to change my thinking of Mom was lost at the moment. For in Mom's slumber was my father once more, except this time he was naked, and so was she.

I could feel my sexual desire increase as I watched them caress each other. My cock stiffened in Mom's dream as Dad guided Mom's head to his groin, and I watched as she bobbed on his dick.

In Mom's dream, I opened my pants, pulled my dick out, and slowly jerked it off as Dad laid Mom on her back and got between her spread legs.

Holly fuck! For the first time in my life, my eyes were staring at my mother's bare pussy as it glistened from the moonlight that was shining through her window!  Then I couldn't help but softly grunt when Dad eased his solid meat forward, parting my mother's moist pussy lips open as he sunk his full girth inside her, causing Mom to sigh in pure delight.

My strokes matched Dad's pumps as Mom wailed and moaned until Dad was fucking her fast and hard. I was just about to blow my load when I saw Mom looking in my direction, and as Dad slammed his cock into her snatch, I hear her say, "Morgan! Oh my god! What are you doing here?! Why, ugh... Why are you jerking off?! Oh no... Aww... Honey stop! Our son is watching us!"

I heard Dad reply in a grunt, "I'm sorry, Honey. I... I... I can't. I'm too close to ssstop now. Oh, fuck! Here it comes!!!"

Mom looked horrified as she watched me jerk off until I exploded just as Dad filled her womb. That's when I was ejected from my mom's dream and found myself back in my room.

I could hear Mom stirring, so I quickly jumped into bed and acted as if I was asleep. I just managed this as Mom opened my bedroom door. With my eyes closed, I listened as Mom just stood at my doorway for what seemed like a half-hour. She finally closed my door and went back to her room.

"Holy fucking shit!" I said to myself and felt my cock stirring as wicked thoughts flooded my brain. My newfound power to enter Mom's dream and actually to be able to take part was sending me down a dark road that maybe I should have avoided. However, I was too lost in my lust for Mom now.

The next morning at breakfast, Mom didn't say much. Even though I tried to make some small talk with her, she seemed off, and I figured it had to do with what happened last night. So I decided to give her a couple of days before I attempted to enter her sleep again.

Once Mom seemed to be back to her usual self, I waited until she retired to her room, and then I tried again.

It took me a good two hours of meditation before I could enter Mom's dream and I kept myself hidden once inside until I was sure I was aware of what Mom was dreaming about.

This time I saw Mom was alone, sitting on the living room couch, sewing something. I swallowed my spit and walked into the room, saying, "Hi, Mom. What are you doing?"

Mom looked up at me puzzled and said, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? I live here," I replied as I sat on the couch next to her.

"Oh, nothing! It's just that. Well, I just wasn't expecting you."

"Who were you expecting?" I chuckled.

"Your father, of course."

"Is that his shirt?" I said.

"Yes. He needs it fixed for his meeting."

I reached out and touched Mom's hand, and she looked at me when I blurted out, "I'm sorry about the other night, Mom."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about; when you saw me jerking off while you and Dad were doing it."

With a shocked looked, Mom put her sewing down and said, "Wait! Oh my god! That! That was real?"

"It was Mom. It was real. And I'm really sorry it happened like that. I just couldn't help myself. You see..." I said as I reached down and slowly unzipped my pants.

You're just so fucking hot, Mom. I had trouble controlling myself. Just like now," I croaked as I pulled out my stiff pecker.

"Morgan! Wha-what are you doing! My god! This isn't happening! It can't be happening! Not again! Not with you!"

Now I was inquisitive, realizing at some point Mom must have had a sexual dream about me. But I still wasn’t sure as to what it entailed, so as I started to slowly stroke my dick said, "Again, Mom. Why can't you? Didn't you like it?

Mom rose quickly from the couch and yelled, "Morgan! You know why! It was wrong for me to fuck you the first time!"

Holly shit! Mom dreamt about fucking me! I did my best to keep my cool as I went on and said, "Sure you can, Mom."

I then caught my mother’s eyes shifting from my face to my dick as I worked on my tool and croaked, “Look, Mom. Just look how hard you're making me. See what you're doing to me. I want you just as much as before."

Mom quickly turned her head, but her eyes almost hesitantly shifted back and gazed endlessly at my dick while I stroked it, long and hard.

"Yea, Mom. Oh, yea... Just look. You're making me so fucking hot I can't help myself."

"Morgan. Please stop this. It's wrong. My god, why am I still having these dreams about you like this."

"Because you want this as much as I do right now. Why don't you touch it and see how real it feels."

"Morgan! I'm your mother. I can't take part in this again."

Quickly, I stood up and took hold of her hand. "Just feel it, Mom. Feel what you're doing to your son," I said as I pushed it onto my rigid pole.

Mom shyly enclosed her hand around my shaft, and I groaned, "Oh fuck yeah... see...doesn't that feel good between your fingers?"

Then as Mom slowly moved her hand back and forth across my shaft, I took hold of her waist and pulled her closer to me.

"Oh Morgan... I... I shouldn't be doing this with you. It's so wrong of us."

"Ohh... Mom… How can this be wrong if we both want it? Oh fuck, Mom. That's it, stroke your son's cock. God, I've wanted you to do this for so long," I replied before grasping her ass and locking my lips to hers.

Mom "hmfed" in my mouth as my tongue forced in between her lips, and I felt her resistance melt away as she willingly kissed me back and stroked my cock harder. Our breath raced as I molded her firm tush in my...