Hot chocolate and TV

After breakfast, Rebeccah's mother sits you on the sofa and turns on the television.

"I'll get you some hot chocolate, and you can sit and watch TV while I clean the house," she says.

She soon returns with a steaming mug, and you settle back on the couch with the remote. You feel like you are being spoiled, and you don't mind at all.

Soon, you can hear the drone of the vaccuum upstairs, as you flip through the channels. You realize, now that you have the remote for the first time, that a lot of the channels are locked and prompt you for a password. Very odd. You'll have to ask Rebeccah about that later. In the meantime, you find a nature show about baby animals. You like animal shows. You sip your cocoa and watch while Rebecca's mother cleans.

You awaken to Rebeccah's mother gently shaking you. Your bleary eyes focus first on her cleavage, which is framed by the edge of a lacy red bra and her apron. She really does have lovely big breasts, you think to yourself.

"Sweet Boy, you've fallen asleep!" she says gently. "Let's get you up to your bed so you can take a proper nap."

She helps you up the stairs and into bed where you drift off immediately to the smell of mommy's perfume and thoughs of her big soft breasts. You dream you are in the bathtub, and Rebeccah's mother is kneeling next to the tub, going over your body with a warm washcloth. Her breasts are uncovered and as she leans over you, you can't help yourself and you reach up and reverently touch them.

Rebeccah's mother doesn't seem to mind, so you explore her nipples with your fingers, gently squeezing them and tugging them. You feel you penis start to stiffen, but it feels tight, and a little uncomfortable. Rebeccah is suddenly standing in the doorway and she watches you play with her mothers heavy breasts with a wry smile on her face.

Then you are being shaken awake, and you gasp, looking up at Rebeccah's mother.

"You aren't going to be able to sleep tonight if you nap all afternoon long," she says, smilling down at you.

"Mommy, I wet the bed again," you say guiltily.

"Oh goodness, not again!" she says, suddenly concerned. "Let mommy help."

She pulls you out of bed and strips off your wet clothes. Instead of taking you to the bathroom, she leads you to the changing table where she helps you up.