Only in Dreams

In my mother’s bed-chamber, my clothes had been washed and folded on one of the dressers. My shirt, which had a rip on it, was sewn up with a thread and needle beside it. I don’t know why I wandered into my mother’s room, but I had an impulse to see her. Something about the video sparked something inside of me, and I wanted to see why.

Before the sight of a naked woman didn’t phase me, it was just a regular everyday occurrence. People only wore clothes to protect them from the cold and elements, right? Now, as I stood over the bare body of my mother, something deep in my gut resonated with the sight displayed before me. Mom was sleeping on her back. A grey blanket was draped across half her body, leaving the other half exposed. Mom had a nasty habit of sleeping with nothing on. The night air was humid, causing her pale, freckled skin to glisten in dew. Her shoulder-length red hair fell over her face, covering half of it. It cascaded like crimson waves upon her visage. Her eyes were closed, serene and tranquil. Her long cream-colored arms were spread out on the blankets as if she were making a snow angel.

I was nervous. I had no reason to be. This was my mother, and I had seen her naked plenty of times. My eyes were fixated on her pink nipples peaking just above her blanket. Those little puffy rouge things that stood out in her alabaster breasts, like a lone rose sitting on a lake of milk. How would they taste, I wondered. My eyes ran across her long neck towards her lips. Lips were just something I had associated with my mother as an extension of her constant nagging. They never interested me until now. I never paid full attention to any of my mother’s womanly features. Now, in the moonlight, they appeared luscious. Like fingerlike pink tomatoes laid side-by-side, plump and ripe for the picking. They, too, were wet and glistening. I thought about how they would feel. In the video, the girl’s lips intrigued me. First, they were lip to lip, and then she used her lips on his swollen penis. They must have felt good as they made the man receiving those lips moan in pleasure.

Mom’s pouty, luscious lips put me into a trance. I could do nothing but imagine how her lips felt. I must touch them to see what I was missing from this picture. I reached for her mouth and placed my fingers on her chin. My index finger lightly grazed her delicate skin and ran it to her juicy lips. She turns her body slightly on her side facing me, and I froze. Why was I so nervous. It felt like I was doing something wrong, but why.

When her body relaxed, my hands returned to her face, and I caressed her cushy lips with my fingertips. They were tender and smooth like marshmallows. Why haven’t I noticed how lush these lips were. Butterflies ran in my stomach, and I felt twinges of heat between my legs. I wanted more, her mouth was like that cave I dove into it. I wanted to explore it. I felt a sense of adventure looking into that dark hole.

My index finger delved into her lips, my nails hit her teeth. Mom’s mouth relaxes, and I could push it further into her mouth, her ivories letting me past. My finger felt a tickle as the tip of her tongue meets the tips of my extremity. Soon I had place half the finger into her mouth. My breathing got hard, and I felt lightheaded. Mom’s chest was heaving in unison in sleep, puffing her breasts out and back in. I had a hard time figuring out whether to stare at her lips or her breasts.

I felt my hand being taken in as Mom wraps her hands around my forearm as if it was a stuffed animal. Her mouth started nursing on the finger in her mouth as if it were a pacifier. Her tongue swirled around the finger, her lips sealing it shut in wet cavern. My head was spinning. My arm was resting against her breasts, the mushy flesh acting like a downy pillow while her mouth sucked gingerly on my finger. I could feel her warmth press up against me, warming me up like a radiator that smelled of lavender and sweat.

She murmured in her sleep, “Cliff… honey… come to mommy, baby…”

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. Baby…. Like those songs. She must be having the same type of dreams that I had whenever I wet myself.

“Mmm… that feels so good…” Mom murmurs, still sucking away at my finger.

The sensation of her tongue slurping my finger, caused my knees to weaken. She was licking her possession as if it were a lollipop, her saliva started running down the back of my hand.

Mom was definitely having one of those types of dreams I had when I wet myself. Those lurid ones. If I could only check to make sure. But that was disgusting. Checking to see if she was wetting herself? But… I wanted to know.

Fortune favors the bold.

My free arm went underneath the blanket that was covering the lower half of her body. The hand slithered like a snake on the bedding and crawled its way to her bare stomach. Gooseflesh pimpled on her skin as my fingertips graze her belly. My hands were slowly running down her stomach and over her belly button to the place between her legs. Mom giggled, letting go of my hand.

“That tickles,” Mom purred and giggled again.

I felt lightheaded again. The lack of sleep and the situation was making me dizzy. This must be how explorers felt when they step foot onto a new world. I kept going, one giant leap and all. My hands run through the forest of her pubic hair. The curly silky fiber coated my palms in prickly sensations, and then I finally came to where I wanted. She was damp after all. It felt like a dank marsh between her legs. My hands were covered in her grime. I felt disgusted but so intrigued.

There was a slit down there and another pair of lips for me to caress. It was so balmy. My touch of her nether regions caused her to squirm and moan. I feared any more agitation would wake her.

I brought my hands back up from under the covers and sniffed it. The musk wafted into my nose, and my penis twitched at it. I should be revolted that her excess was on my hands, but instead, I felt… aroused.

I lifted my boxers to peek under, and my penis had looked larger. It wasn’t rock hard like the one in the video, but… it swelled. Maybe I can try putting my lips on hers or putting my dick in her mouth like the guy did in the video. Would that get it really hard or relieve all this pressure I was building. Something was wrong though in my head. I felt a barrier being put up, and it gave me a migraine. I would have to do things in order.

Mom’s luscious lips were puckered, still wanting the finger I had long since pulled out. I got on my knees beside the bed and leaned over. I leaned forward and closed my eyes. My lips first landed on her nose, but soon after, I found it trailing downwards to find her succulent lips. I tried to imitate what the guy did in the video and held Mom’s face. I found myself puckering my lips and pecking her mouth with mine.

“Mmm…” Mom murmured through her breath.

Was this what kissing was known as, that all those songs on that playlist talked about? Or was this fucking? It felt so… intimate. Our hot breaths clashed together as I kept kissing her. What did the guy do next? I think they stuck tongues in each other, and it looked like they were swallowing each other’s spit and exchanging it. My head felt lightheaded and hot again. My tongue wanted to go inside of her. But a disturbance in her body shook her. She groaned, and her ocean eyes pried open.

“Mm…. Cliff… why are you s-still *yawn* awake honey?” Mom grumbled and chewed her mouth, trying to shut her eyes again after realizing it was me that disturbed her.

The feeling I felt was the same when I was caught with my hands in the cookie jar. Why did I feel so ashamed? “I-I… just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Go to bed, sweetie. You have school *yawwwn* tomorrow,” Mom murmurs and turns around.

“R-right,” I said with guilt.

Not wanting to push my luck, I left quietly back to wash my face, my hands, and go back to my room. I stayed for another half hour in bed, trying to sleep, staring up at my ceiling. I reached down to my crotch to feel if it had gotten hard, and it felt… chubbier but not as rock hard as the cock in the video. Something was off. It was like I was being dammed up by something. When I reached back up to examine my hand, a little bit of vicious liquid was on it. Maybe there was a bit of hope, after all. Tomorrow I would have to ask the science teacher about what I saw and find out what "sex" and "fuck" were about in those songs.