I dreamt we went all the way.

"So, that's how your step-mom brings in the benjamins!" She said once her set finished. "You're sure you're not embarrassed? You look a little flush."

She giggled naughtily.

"I'm not embarrassed, mo....you know, it's really akward calling you "mom" when you're dressed, or not dressed,. Like that," I said. "What's your name at work?"

"It's Taffy!" She said proudly.

"Taffy?" I asked.

"Cuz I'm sweet and sticky!" She bragged.

"You certainly are..." I couldn't deny.

"Anyway, your dad and I have been debating whe to tell you," 'Taffy' continued. "I figured you're an adult, but your dad pointed out you're not actually old enough to visit a gentlemen's club. Not that there aren't guys there with fake i.d.'s every night! And imagine if you showed up one night and saw me there and you didn't know! Akward! So I'm glad you found out this way, so we could talk about it."

"I'm glad too, Taffy," I agreed. "Really, it's like a dream come true!"

"Aw!" She said, then giggled.

"Really, I dreamed something just like this would happen!" I said. "Except in my dream, you had secretly planned to have me find out this way because Dad doesn't satisfy you anymore and you've been dreaming of seducing me since I turned 18."

Taffy giggled nervously and blushed all over.

"You knew about that?" She asked.

"Well, my subconscious must have," I reasoned. "Because I dreamed we both just admitted we were hot for each other and just started fucking right here in the living room."

"That sounds like such a nice dream..." She said just before she shoved her tongue in my mouth.

My hand groped the sumtious body I had dreamed up for her as she toe at my clothes. Soon I was naked and maneuvering her over to the couch.

"Oh yes! Come to Mama!" She exclaimed when she saw my hard cock.

"Taffy," I reminded her.

"Come to Taffy!" She agreed. "Come IN Taffy! Make Taffy come!"

I pushed into the pink-haired vision I had dreamed my mom into and she groaned in animalistic satisfaction.

"Do you...do you think I'm a slut?" She asked as I slowly and thoroughly fucked her.

"Would you care if I did?" I asked her.

She giggled, gasped and shook her pink-coifed head.

"Not if you keep doing thatl" she admitted.

"Oh, you like this, do you Taffy?" I asked.

"MmmHmmmmm!" She nodded.

"And would you like it harder?" I asked, giving my cock a little swirl inside of her.

"Oh God yes!" She said.

"Then beg me for it, Taffy," I proded. "Say please."

"Please! Please fuck me harder!" She begged.

So of course I did. I mean, she's my mother. And she said please.

And soon she was saying all kinds of things that I never expected her to say. Words she picked up at work, I guess. But it was very clear she was happy with my work.

Soon she was shuddering and moaning in orgasm and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I didn't join her. But I didn't come.

And she noticed.

"What's wrong, Baby?" She asked. "Wasn't it good for you?"

"Oh, no!" I denied. "It was amazing! You're amazing, Taffy!"

"You're sweet!" She said. "I think I know what you need. Let Taffy take care of it. I'm really good at this."

I didn't know what she meant until she was off the couch and on her knees with my dick in her mouth. But true to her word, she was very, very good at it.

What ever psychological block kept me from coming inside my mom's twar, even in Taffy form, apparently didn't apply to her mouth. Soon I was filling her with goo and she seemed to enjoy it nearly as much as she had being fucked.

"That's a good boy" she said as I shook the last few drops out on her tits. "We work so well together! You keep this a secret from your dad and there'll be a lot more of this in your future."

"The future sounds better than anything I could ever dream of," Imsaid.

She giggled.

"Now I'd love to just lie around and fondle your dick until you were up for another," she said. "But if I don't get dinner started, your dad is going to ask what we've been doing all day. Go get cleaned up."

Even as Taffy, mom was sweet but practical. I went to get showered. As I cleaned her juices and sweat off me, reality set in. I could not leave her as Taffy. I mean, I didn't even know if the rest of the world was transformed when ai transformed mom. There was a possibility Dad would come home with no idea that he had a stripper for a second wife/step-mother for his son.

So with a heavy heart, I headed back to find mom and tell her I had dreamed she was the same person she was yesterday.

But I didn't. Because she was.

"Hey Sweetie!" She said. "Did you take a shower? Your hair is wet!"

"I...uh...I... Yeah. Shower," I said.

"Every thing ok?" She asked.

"Yeah, um... Where's the pie?" I asked.

It was a stupid thing to ask, but it was the one thing that was different in the kitchen from the last time I was in there.

"What pie?" She asked.

"I... there was a key lime pie on the counter," I said.

"I don't think so," she said. "I think you must have dreamed it."

"Right....right... I dreamed you had made a key lime pie and set it on the counter," I said.

"You want a piece? I'm sure your dad won't mind as long as we save him some," she said.

And she turned to cut me a slice of the pie she had just denied existing before I dreamed it up again.

So the power was still there. But just like a dream, it faded.

I could work with that. Indeed, if it wasn't going to last, there was no limit to the dreams I might dream.