Rest first

A jaw-cracking yawn stopped his examination of the app and he put down his phone, as the last of the lust-fueled adrenaline left him and a wave of fatigue washed over him. He turned to his bed, considering Jess’s sleeping form and rose to cross back over to her. Pulling the covers back he slipped in naked beside her, laying a hand possessively on the curve of her ass-cheek before closing his eyes and falling into the deep sleep of the satisfied.

He dreamed as he slept, strange, half-formed images of wanton pleasure and total authority. Mouths, dozens of them, in the strange logic of dreams, caressed his shaft as hands stroked worshipfully over his skin. Soldiers, loyal, devoted minions paraded in columns before him. He looked out over a sweeping tableau. A land, his land, his realm. The certain knowledge coming to him that it stretched well beyond the distant horizons that he could see.

The images and feelings swirled together in his mind, a tangle of thoughts and sensations that was gradually submerged as he began to awaken. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at his mother who was sitting up in bed beside him, looking down at him. Her hair was still sex-tousled, her torso naked except for the lacy bra that she wore and she watched him with a strangely thoughtful expression on her face.

He took a deep breath, letting himself properly awaken, propping himself up on his elbows and reaching out a hand to place on her naked thigh beneath the blankets. Her eyes flicked down to the contact, but she didn’t move away.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” A command, not a question, and she obeyed.

“I… I was trying to figure out how this happened…” She hesitated, evidently trying to sort her jumbled thoughts into words. “I’m your mother, whenever I thought about this in the past… I mean… I always thought it was wrong somehow! But today… I mean, you called me this morning, and asked me to dance for you, and I felt sexy, and good, but I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it was wrong, or… at least… at least I thought I did. Then… after my meeting, you called me again and… and I knew what you wanted, and I realized I wanted it too and I couldn’t stop myself from coming here. I even… exposed my cleavage because I thought you’d like it. And when we… when we fucked, I… I don’t know how you did those things to me, but...” her voice was rising, the words spilling out faster and faster as she looked at him and he moved his hand from her thigh to her cheek.

“Don’t be upset.” The harried, thoughtful look left her face and her features became a placid smile.

He sat up properly and pulled her to him, pushing his fingers into her mane of dark hair and cradling her head against his chest, “Don’t question it. Just trust me. I love you, and I’m going to take care of you. Believe that.” Forming the words as commands rather than requests or platitudes was becoming second nature he realized as he spoke and he felt them settle into her and soothe her, the tension leaving her body as he spoke, her arms moving to wind around him, her curves draping against him.

Though it couldn’t have been more than a few hours since he had cum twice, the feeling of her body pressed against him and the ease with which he soothed and controlled her stirred him again. He felt his cock begin to harden and evidently she did too. She pulled back slightly and gave him a wry look.

“Again?”

He grinned and cupped her breast, feeling the weight and softness through her bra. “I’ve wanted you for years, you can’t blame me for wanting to make up for lost time. Tell me, do you have any more meetings today?” Another command. He would need to check, see if even these small influences on her were providing him experience.