Mike, a 21 year old degenerate living in his parents' basement

"hmm? wha..."

Slowly, I lifted my head up from the hard flat surface it was laying on. A throbbing headache suddenly struck me as I tried to overcome the disorientated feeling I was experiencing. What the hell had happened? One moment I was just going about my day as usual on my computer, and then the next thing I knew, I was experiencing the most vivid... dream? Yeah, I'll go with my dream. I was experiencing the weirdest dream ever.

A dream saying that I was some sort of **** god?

...

Shaking my head, I took one long look around my room.

I was currently sitting in a dark room at a desk completely naked. A stained mattress laid in the corner of the room with a couple of blankets messily piled on top along with a fleshlight and porn mag next to it. Clothes both clean and dirty were strewn across the floor in a chaotic mess along with numerous crumpled tissues, beer bottles, and even more porn mags. Looking up at the walls, I took in the site of the half a dozen posters of naked women placed randomly on the walls. It was a pleasing sight compared to the unpainted drywall of the room. Each poster displayed women in various erotic poses with the largest poster displaying a rather beautiful older woman. Her legs were spread and her finger was giving a "come hither" motion. A caption, "Mommy wants you." was printed on it. There was no furniture anywhere in the room excluding the desk and chair I was at. All of it painted a bleak picture of degeneracy with the only source of light coming from the monitors on my desk. A desk that currently held my computer and was in the middle of playing porn.

"Mom is my ****." I read the title out loud.

Looking towards the top of the browser I saw that there were at least 30 more tabs of similarly named porn. Ah, that was right. I had been enjoying my time alone last night watching my favorite category of porn... which must've been why I had that dream. Yeah, that was probably it.

Maybe I was watching too much porn.

...

Nah.

Looking at the time on my computer, I saw that it was currently 4 am. There was still about two hours before my mom was up and breakfast would be made. Two hours for more fun. In a flash, I quickly grabbed the fleshlight on my bed before sitting myself back down at my desk to resume watching my porn. The video playing was one of my favorites, the actress, in particular, looked quite similar to my own mother and the way she acted in this video was nearly spot-on for how my own mother acts around the house. Caring, loving, and willing to do whatever she could to make her son happy. So very different from my dad. If he had it his way, I'd be kicked out onto the streets. He already sold off most of my stuff. He probably would've sold the rest if it wasn't for my mom stopping him. He's always going on about how I need a job, to pay rent or move out, to get a life, and to stop being a loser. He acts like he knows me. I could get a job if I wanted to! But why suffer the grind of being a wage **** when I can just relax and live life here in this house with one of the most beautiful women around to take care of me. And of course, the piece of eye candy that was my sister occasionally stopping by on breaks from college. Yeah, I wouldn't change it for the world. The only thing that could make it perfect would be to have my fantasies a reality.

The porno I was watching was getting hot, with the mother kneeling before her son to suck him off while he ate breakfast. The father meanwhile just sat there, doing nothing while obviously uncomfortable about what was happening. I imagined my family and I in the actors' place. How amazing it would be to experience something like that. My own mother devotedly sucking me off as I ate breakfast while dad watched helplessly from the side. I could just imagine my mom's face now, looking up at me with those loving caring doe eyes as she gave her all to make her favorite boy happy. Just how a mother ought to.

"Oh fuck mom, I'm going to cum." I moaned out.

And just like that, I began to cum into the fleshlight, overflowing it with a vast amount of seed I was pumping into it. I didn't bother worrying about the mess, instead, just dropping the toy onto the floor before sitting back and enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

Oh if only I could make my fantasy reality, just like that dream I had. To be an **** god. There would be so much I'd like to do. So many fantasies I'd like to live out. I wouldn't have to sneak around the house anymore to get some nude pictures of my family, wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming into my room, and wouldn't have to use my hand ever again to get off. Yeah, being an **** god would be the coolest thing ever.

As I continued to daydream about all the possibilities, I soon heard the singsong sound of my mother's voice.

"Mike, Breakfast is ready!"

Sighing, I got up from the chair, and began scrounging around the room for something clean enough to wear.