This story takes place in my twilight world of sleep. None of it is real, it's just 100% pure sexy fiction.
All characters over 18 years old.
Should you not like stories with an incestual tone, then skip this one.
But then it wasn't real... it was... Just a Dream...
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Harry woke up.
'What in the hell?' he thought to himself. 'Where did that come from?'
Harry was a migraine sufferer. The alarm went off for work that cloudy morning... but he realized right then that he wasn't going anywhere. He grabbed his cell phone, and typed out a brief message to work that he was out sick. Then off to the kitchen for meds. Back to bed for him, to hope that the meds would do their job, and he could wake up without the symptoms.
The dream he had came out of left field.
It started out with a memory that he had. His Mom and Dad had decided that it would be fun to have a swimming pool in the back yard. So back in the 60's, long before the W store opened, they ordered a 3 foot tall by 12 foot in diameter above ground pool from Sears Roebuck and Co. Back then, most everything came from either Sears or Montgomery Wards in small towns like ours.
The above ground pool wasn't 100% above ground. 8 inches of it had to be in ground. So Dad got out with the shovel, and removed the top 8 inches of dirt. He then had 4 inches of sand brought in and put in the hole. This would bury the sidewall 4 inches deep from the inside, but 8 inches deep from the outside. Once the sand and sidewall was in place, the liner was then unfolded and leveled out as best as it could. A plastic top rail clipped over the sidewall to hold the liner in place followed by curved steel hoops that facened over the top of it, giving the top rigidity. Harry was surprised how well that little pool was built... as it survived 3 moves in it's lifetime.
So one day we were going to go swimming.
But what stuck in his memory was what his Mother did. Without telling his father, she ordered from Sears, a bright red side-tie bikini, with a string top. It was not small, as the cut was to hide the flaws of life... her stretch marks and scars, and her DD breasts. Harry loved the red color, but thought nothing else about it, as it was his Mom. The woman he loved with all his heart.
His dream advanced 20 years. A phone call came in. His Dad had passed away suddenly. No one in the family saw it coming. Even though his Mom and Dad had a rough and rocky marriage, they were surviving.
Until Dad died.
Harry's Mom didn't take it well. She begin to exhibit what could be called premature widow syndrome. She carefully lost weight so it wouldn't impact her DD's to much. She began to dress with dresses that were above the knee. By this time, it was the 1990's. And being in her 50's didn't matter.
In the dream, Harry gets pulled aside by his Mom.
"Son, Harry, I need to talk to you."
"What is it Mom?"
Harry was recalling from the dream... She was wearing what could have been a swimdress, that tied behind the neck, had a sheer outer layer, was as short as a mini-dress could be without showing something, and a red color that was more vibrant than the bikini he remembered.
"Do you know anything about..." she said kind of slyly and quietly. "Ben-Wa balls?"
What? Did he hear that right? His Mother was asking him about Ben-Wa balls??? Being that Harry was in his 30's, he and previous girlfriends had tried them from time to time to ... spice things up.
"Yeah..." he said, slowly. "Why?"
"Because I'm thinking about trying some." she whispered back to him.
Harry thought to himself, 'this must be a dream... his Mother asking about sex toys???'
"What do you want to know?" he asked.
"I'm not sure which ones to buy." she whispered back.
"Mom, why are you whispering? There is no one else here." Harry said.
"Because it's just so naughty talking to you about this," she said in reply, still whispering.
"Um... Well..." he started... "You either want to get surgical stainless steel or pyrex glass ones," he told her.
"Why? I like the gold ones." she snickered at him.
Harry mused... this can't be happening, can it?
"Mom, there are a bunch of companies that make them. You have to remember where you're putting them," oh crap... did he just think about his Mom inserting them inside of herself... a thought that was in a way revolting, yet weirdly enough... stimulating.
She gave him a puzzled look.
"Mom, your body produces chemicals. Those chemicals can react to the coating on the cheaper ones, and do bad things to you."
"Oh... I hadn't thought of that." she said.
"Surgical Stainless Steel has no coating, are usually very body neutral when exposed to fluids," he said... that then caused a surge of adrenaline. "Pyrex are a harder glass. They are also body neutral. And both are easy to clean."
"Ok," his Mom responded. "What size do I get?" she asked.
What? Harry could not believe he was having this discussion with her.
"Um... I would have no way to know." he stammered in response.
