“Hello mother, I’ve been expecting you. You look so lovely; so sexy. I’ve always admired your beauty from afar desiring you like no son should desire his mother and now I get to show you off to everyone.”
He stood beside her and hugged her to him and together they walked towards the field, toward the men who stood mesmerized by her beauty. She was naked yet she felt comfortable. She turned and saw the love and lust in Tony’s eyes as they roamed her body.
He led her closer to the men on the field. When they got to the pitcher’s mound Tony called for everyone to come gather; and gather they did encircling them as Tony announced to one and all that this beautiful woman was his mother.
He turned to her, put his left hand on her hip and moved in for a kiss. She melted into his arms. This felt so right. He was so tender and passionate with his kiss; with his touch.
He broke the kiss long enough to turn her around with her back to him to display her for all to see. You could hear the pride in his voice as he kept announcing to all that she was his mother. She leaned back against him and felt his hardness against her buttocks.
He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts massaging them gently. Everyone “ooohed” and “aaaahed” at their public display of affection. He then turned her around, kissed her once more and then with a gentle push on her shoulders had her kneel before him. Her face was level with his crotch and she could see a big bulge.
She looked up at him and him down at her nodding for her to do what he expected her to do. She began undoing his pants and in one swift motion pulled them down along with his jock strap. His beautiful, smooth cock looked so delicious. She couldn’t contain herself, she grabbed his dick and brought the tip to her mouth.
She could hear the men gasping and also the murmuring, “Oh my God, she’s sucking her son’s cock.” The latter part echoed in her head, “son’s cock, son’s cock.”
She looked up at his face and there looking down at her was Mario with a sinister smile.
Before she could react, he grabbed her head and pushed his throbbing cock down her throat.
She choked waking herself up. She was in a panic. She sat up. She had to be quiet so as to not wake up her husband. She didn’t want to endure the endless questions.
It was 4:30am and she simply didn’t want to risk having anymore nasty dreams about her son so she decided to get up and start her day.
Linda couldn’t escape her dreams. She tried to occupy herself to keep from not thinking about her son; about her dreams, but her son was present everywhere in the house.
It’d been a few months since he’d come home for a visit. He was attending college an hour’s drive away. She wondered why he didn’t come home more often.
She thought about her dream and what he’d told her, “I’ve always admired your beauty from afar desiring you like no son should desire his mother,” could this be why he didn’t come around too often? Was her subconscious trying to tell her something? It couldn’t possibly be.