A Night Time Visitor

Tim’s biggest problem, as far as he could see it, was exhaustion. Everything else, even the bizarre transformations he had been subjected to, took a back seat. Having five women completely crazy about you, having to keep them sexually satisfied, took far more energy than he would have guessed in his old life. Now that the fantasy had become a reality, though, he could barely think for fatigue.

Coming home at the end of the weekend was a relief. Not only because he would get a bit of time for himself (not that he didn’t love spending time with his girlfriends, but everyone needs a break now and then), but also to have time away from his obsession of having perfect makeup all the time. He felt it as soon as he walked in the door. It was like a vice on his mind suddenly loosened, allowing him to relax.

Straight to bed. He had wanted to study, get ahead in his reading, but his need to rest overcame his need to excel. The only things he did before climbing beneath his duvet were a stop in the washroom to relieve himself, brush his teeth, and clean his face, and a visit to his closet to slip out of his blouse and skirt and into a baby blue nightie.

Soon enough he was drifting off to sleep, enjoying the softness of his mattress and the cool feel of his sheets.

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It was dark when Tim, disoriented, awoke to the familiar feeling of soft lips pressed against his, a hand gently holding his left breast. What time was it? He thought he had left Vanessa and Nancy’s house. Maybe he had dreamt it. The exhaustion that had carried him into sleep had abated somewhat, enough to allow him to feel an erection growing beneath his covers.

He reached up and wrapped his slender arms around the source of his amorous awakening. She moaned as Tim entangled the fingers of his left hand in her hair, while sliding his right hand down her back, feeling that she, too, was wearing a satin nightie.

Not for long, Tim thought as he intensified his kissing. Maybe it was all the years of sexual frustration, or maybe it was only a side effect of his youth, but Tim thought something had changed in him, besides the obvious things, of course. Was a man supposed to be as virile as he was? Was it even possible for him to be as sexually active as he was?

Tim wasn’t a doctor, so he didn’t know. The only thing he did know was that he was horny, and one of his girlfriends had just woken him up for some attention, attention he was glad to provide.

His lover pushed Tim’s duvet and sheets off of him, and Tim pulled her down onto him, wrapping his smooth, slender legs around her waist. He could feel his cock straining in his panties, rubbing against the silkiness of her lingerie, the heat from their bodies intensifying his arousal.

Her hand slipped off of his chest, allowing his breasts to press against hers as he began to grind subtly, kissing, holding, both of them moaning in pleasure and anticipation.

Tim loosened his leg grip as she pushed up from him, her hand sliding down her body and pulling off her panties. Then she reached down and slid his down too. She was ready.

“Take me, Tim,” his mother’s voice said in a tone he had never heard from her before, “make me yours.”

Tim scrambled to sit up, sliding out from under his mother, reaching over and turning on the lamp on his night stand, only to see his sweaty, lascivious mother staring at him with a look of pure lust.

“What the fuck?!” He squeaked in his high-pitched, feminine voice.

“Fuck is right,” she moaned, “I’m ready when you are. Come to mommy.”