Chapter 2 - It Feels so Good
My son's persistence had paid off big time for both of us. Yesterday, after his endless campaign to have sex with me, I stripped off all my clothes at his direction and I let him feel me up, eat me out, and fuck me. It was wonderful. It was even better than I had dreamed it would be. And I had dreamed about it three times now. This one in particular had made me very horny. I had let him slip his penis up my dripping fuck hole from behind in the 24-hour supermarket. I dreamt that I had not worn any underwear so that he would have easy access to my cunt. It was 2 AM and nobody else was in the store. Of course, since this was a dream, I didn't have to worry about my two younger children who were tucked up in bed, asleep, and perfectly safe. So were Timmy and I, of course.
Ah, dreams. This one was so real that I had had an orgasm that woke me. In the dream, he had lifted my dress, stuck his hard cock in my big wet pussy and was going to town on me, right there in the brightly lit dairy aisle. I was letting him fuck me in public and I was coming, and shaking and screaming "Oh, yes. Fuck me." It didn't matter that it was 2 o'clock in the morning and no one was there, it was still a public place and I was acting like a whore. My son's whore. Would this dream come true? Did I want it to? Dreams can take strange turns, and this one did as the store began to fill up with customers. I was totally naked and Timmy had bent me over with my hands on my knees.
Now we were in the middle of the produce section. Everyone was milling around paying no attention to Timmy and me, going at it like rabbits, until my orgasm woke me. I came fully awake. God, I was turned on. My soft, white skin tingled with excitement and my cunt was soaking wet. I realized that I just had a dream and had wet myself with my ejaculate. Timmy was sleeping on his side with his cock up against my ass. I reached down to my ass and felt for his cock. He must have been having a dream too, because his dick was hard as a rock. I gripped the shaft and softly rubbed it up and down. It was an incredibly horny thing to do. I touched the head of it with my fingers, feeling just the helmet at the top of the boy's thick tool. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to fuck it. I had to piss.
Timmy was the best fuck I had ever had in a dream and now my son was my lover, both of us sleeping naked in the same bed. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 in the morning. I let go of his penis, pulled back the covers from my naked body and got up. I walked, naked, to the master bathroom leaving the door open so he could watch me piss. But he was still sleeping on his side and turned away from me. I really wanted him to see me pissing so I said, "Timmy... Timmy... Tim." That woke him and he turned over to see me sitting on the toilet.
"Good morning, fucker of your mother," I said. "I thought you might like to watch me piss."
"Morning, fucker of your son. Yes, I would like to watch you piss."
"Well, come over here and kneel in front of me then." He did as I said, getting up and walking into the bathroom with his big, stiff rod pointing the way. I could not take my eyes off of it. He knelt right in front of me. I reached into my vulva and opened my lips so he could see my urethra. I started to go and he stared at my open twat. He felt my tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples, and I watched my son staring at my open, naked cunt and my piss stream. He was captivated and as the dribbling stopped I said to him, "Can you see the little hole where my piss was coming out?
"Yes, mom."
"Touch it with your finger."
"Your little piss hole?"
