The early morning dream I was having moved easily into fantasy. It was my mother in the dream and as I was leaving the house I gave her a kiss and fondled one of her breasts. As I awaken to my hardened state, I imagine picking up her tee shirt and exposing the two big globes that were always the center of my fantasies about her. It's probably not something that a son often say's about his mother, but I always thought she had a great pair.
In the fantasy she's lactating. I'm turned on by the white droplets at the end of my mother's nipples. I bend over and take one of the rubbery nipples into my mouth. The milk is sweet. She's had a baby. I say, "Is this for me too mom?"
She laughs and says, "Of course love, my milk is for you, you'll always be my baby. Laura loves you." That was something she had taken to saying when I got older. I imagine her offering me her swollen tit, and I suck more of the sweet fluid out. I love it. I take off the rest of her clothes. She stands naked before me and takes me out of my pants. I go back to sucking on her swollen nipples and she holds my cock. I feet a small spasm and I know that some pre-cum had oozed. Mom does too.
She says, "I see you have some milk for me too, don't you baby." She leans over and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucks out the small amount of cum. In my fantasy she says, "Mmm...I love how you want me. I love how hard you get for me. I love how you..." At that point there's a knock on my door and I come back to reality.
Mom say's "Honey, are you up...you told me to make sure that you didn't sleep past eight."
I say, "Thanks, I'm up, I'll be out soon." I wanted to get up early so I could finish a project I was working on and send it to the office. Except for meetings, I work at home, designing systems. After spending two years in the service, I felt as if I was on vacation even when I was working. I was making more money than I thought I would at that point. I liked making enough so my mother only had to work part-time after having two jobs ever since I can remember.
I know the reason I had that fantasy. About a week before I had come home to find her crying. She came into my arms trembling, making herself small, hoping she could hide there from the world. I tried to give her refuge.
Bruce was gone. He doesn't even deserve a name. He should just be called, 'The Bastard.' I never liked him, especially when he told me that my mom was too uptight sexually; I didn't want to hear that crap. And I liked him even less when mom said that she had told him that she'd missed her period, and he went ballistic, yelling at her, telling her that he wasn't going to have a kid and she'd better do something about it. He carried on until mom became furious and told him to leave. It was the realization that he didn't love her that was so upsetting. A few days later she got her period, but the idea of her being pregnant gestated in my mind. I imagined what she'd look like; I liked the images I saw.
Mom was devastated and down for days. I tried to console her. I mouthed the usual inanities, "You're better off without him...you're better off finding out now after six months than after six years...you don't need him." It didn't help much. He was supposed to move in and I was going to move out, but after the Bruce debacle, she asked me stay for a while and I said I would.
And then things got worse for her. How she came out of that car alive is anybody's guess. She was driving to work when an oncoming car jumped the guardrail and crashed. Mom was in the car behind the one that got hit head-on, but her Cooper was totaled anyway. She ended up in the hospital for two days and when she came home I took care of her. She was in bed for a week and didn't want to do anything. I practically had to feed her to keep up her strength. But after a lot of reflecting and a lot of talking together, she started looking at Bruce and the accident in a different way.
It seemed like one of those 'Change your mind, change you life' moments. She came to breakfast dressed and made up. She said, "Let's go out today." So we went to the park and the small zoo they had, we bought picnic lunches, and then rowed in the lake for two hours in a rental boat. She was almost teary when we came home.
Later that night as she was about to go to bed, mom said, "Thank you for today baby, and thank you for being there when I needed you."
I said, "Mom there's nothing to thank me for, aren't you always there for me?" She smiled and I could see her eyes fill as she held me close enough to feel her contours. Surprisingly she didn't let me go. It wasn't just her breasts that I could feel against me. In my excitement I had pressed myself up against her mound. I hardened, and she had to know it. I became anxious that she would be offended and I pulled back.
Everything got quiet. She was motionless and time seemed suspended. I'd gone too far. There was no hiding it. I said, "I'm sorry mom."
She said, "It's okay baby, I understand." She gave me a soft smile and said, "Is that what you really want?"
My head swirled, I wasn't sure if she was talking about my hardness against her or something else. After a moments hesitation I started saying something and then stopped. She said, "It's okay honey, I think I've known how you feel for a while now...you've always looked at me with a different kind of love. It is what you want, isn't it?"
I finally owned up and said, "Yes mom...how did you know? I didn't think it showed. I was always afraid you'd be ashamed of me."
She said, "No baby, never...we have a special love, not like most mothers and sons." I suddenly felt free. It was out in the open, and amazingly, she didn't hate me or find me horrible. But she said, "I can't sleep with you Tommy, you understand that don't you honey?"
I didn't know where it was all going, but I said, "I know mom."
The she said, "It is more than just the physical thing, isn't it Tommy?"
I said, "It's because I love you; you know that mom don't you?"
She smiled and said, "I guess I do...and you have my love."
She touched my hardening dick and said, "Is this what my baby needs?"
I could hardly believe that this was my mother talking. I'd always know her as a shy and reserved person. Not that we never talked about sex, we did. But it was always in generalities using the proper, acceptable terms for everything. I never once heard her curse. I know it sounds unbelievable, but that's how I always knew her.
And now she was touching me over my pants. I said, "Mom, I don't want to do anything you don't want..."
She stopped me and said, "Shhh...I want to baby, just tell me that this is what you want."
I said, "Of course I do mom; I think about it all the time."
She gently rubbed my bulge. It had all happened so fast. In a matter of minutes my life had gone from black and white to color. I didn't know what the rules were, so I said, "Mom, can I touch you?" I guess it was an absurd question to ask her considering what she was doing, so she nervously giggled and said, "Yes, of course honey."
I reached and caressed each of her breasts in turn. I had wanted to do that for such a long time. I pulled up her shirt and managed to get her bra off without too much fumbling. She looked up at me and smiled when I said; "Mom, you sure are something." I took one of her bare breasts into my hand. It felt wonderfully heavy and I said, "Mom, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this."