The following evening I am lying in my bed reading. I know that in a minute Mummy will be coming in to tuck me in. Now I am eighteen she has a special way of doing it.
I hear her lightly tap at my door. I tell her to come in. She is wearing her soft satin gown, which is a light grey colour. On her feet she has a small heeled slippers on and I can see from her nylon covered toes that she is also wearing stockings.
“Just popped in to say goodnight,” she says, shutting the door behind her. She sits down on the chair next to the bed and with a *SWISHHHH* crosses her legs so her elegant stockinged leg stretches out where I can see it. She puts her fingers to her lips to show that I must be quiet.
Her hand reaches under the duvet and easily locates my hard cock. She grasps it and I wince a little. She then leans over and whispers to me. “Have you cum since I made you last?”
I shake my head.
“I see. Mummy would very much like it if you had a wet dream tonight. Do you think you can have one?”
This time I nod. Mummy smiles, she strokes my cock slowly.
“A nice wet dream about Mummy, making you cum, that would be nice wouldn’t it?”
I smile and nod once more.
“Daddy is going away this weekend. Does that make you excited? I’m very excited. A little man with a hard cock all for me to play with. That sounds very nice.”
I nod once more. Mummy smiles again and then begins to shake my cock more vigorously. I gasp, but she puts her finger to her lips once more.
“Do you know what I’m going to do, John? Mummy’s going to get all dressed up so your little cock will be nice and hard. I’m going to tease you and make your little balls boil. Mummy will make you cum all over her stockinged legs then. Mummy bought some new stockings just for you to make your little man’s mess all over them. Would you like that, baby?”
Nodding, I shut my eyes as I can feel the cum begin to rise in my cock. Mummy knows best and she relinquishes her grip on me. She leans over and kisses me on the forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my dear.” And with that, turns out my bedroom light and leaves.
That night I am dreaming about Mummy. She is stood over me in her skirt suit that she wears for work. Black with a white blouse. I am naked on the floor in front of her. She is grinning at me in that frightening, arousing way. The toe of her high heeled patent black leather shoe presses down on my balls. I expect pain, but none comes. Instead I feel intense pleasure. She then begins to flex her foot up and down, pumping my balls like it’s the pedal in a car. Suddenly the cum shoots out of me. It
splatters all over my body as she pumps it with her foot out of my balls. It shoots from me in long, satisfying spurts.
When I wake up, I find a sticky mess all over my boxer shorts.
In the morning I want to tell Mummy the good news. I throw on my dressing gown and rush downstairs. Mum is in the kitchen wearing that same skirt suit from my dream.
“Mum, Mum, I did it-”
“Did what, Son?”
Horrified I turn and see my Dad taking one final swig of tea before heading out to his car.
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