Waking

Warm. Soft. Gentle.

Mmmm, it smells good here. Smells of…home…safety…calm…love.

Arms entwined around you, holding you. Toasty, squooshy, naked flesh pressed tight to yours. Cushiony and ample the cradling flesh isn’t simply against you but around you and enveloping you. Two huge breasts are snug against your chest, slowly rising and falling with a rhythm as intimately familiar as your own heartbeat. A tummy, so soft and squishy, melds around yours. Curved hips, so much wider than your own. Thick legs on yours. Bare toes resting on the tops of your feet. A cock and scrotum and two heavy balls, many times your size, encompassing your manhood. A very, very, very tender stroke of fingers through your hair. The scantest whiff of hot breath washing softly against your cheek again…again…again…

You drift away again, dipping below the surface into blissful peace.

***

Gradually you return again, still swaddled by this all-encompassing warmth. Still the gentle fingers petting you, still the breath caressing you.

“Mmm.” You whine as something rigid and firm was invading on your soft heaven. It was you. Your dick was rock hard and straining against your annoying underwear. If not for that pesky confining garment you likely wouldn’t have roused at all. You pout and mewl in protest as this unwelcome boner began to pull you away from slumber. “Mmmm.”

“Shhhh.” Comes a gentle voice that weaves through your consciousness from today to a time before memories. “Shhhhhh.”

“Mmmm.” You instinctively nuzzle in search of the nipple that would nourish you and make all the hard things go away. Your body moves in ways it hadn’t done in a very long time, motions that were baked into your very being. You nose against a big, soft teat as you nuzzle downward until your bottom lip finds the plump nub waiting for you. Without thought or intention you latch to the nipple…and there you suckle. You suckle. You suckle and your hips begin to very subtly thrust so that your hardness rubbed on hers. “Mmmmm.”

“Ohhhhh.” I long joyous sigh reaches through the foggy haze to stir your conscious mind.

You knew that voice. You knew that smell. You knew those voluptuous proportions. Mom? Mom!? You were sucking on your Mom’s tit!

“Pah!” You gasp as you pull away and let her nip fall from your mouth. “Mom!” You scramble back from her until your back hits the back wall of the bunk.

She flinches as you accidentally pinch her tender tit between your arm and the mattress in your scrambling but she makes not one noise of protest. Her eyes wide and sparkling in the very dim light she gazes at you and reaches to pet your hair once more.

“God!” You push her hand away. “Mom! Wh-What are you doing? Why are you naked?”

“I…just…wanted…to touch you.” She whispers as tears swell. “I missed you baby.”

Thrown for a loop you grasp for the reasons you were there along with all of the arguments and manipulative cuteness you were planning to bring to bear. “Mom. I know I’m not supposed to be here but listen, it’s like this…”

Mom cuts through it all with three words. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You see I thought I would sneak onb…” You stop. “What?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She sniffles and smiles at the same time. “I don’t care. I’ve got my boy back. That’s all that…” she sobs. “That’s all that matters.”

“Mom? Mom, why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby.” She blubbers through her beaming grin. “I’m sorry I abandoned you.” She strokes your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Aw geez. Mom!” Using the sheet you wipe the tears from her eyes. “You weren’t abandoning me.”

“I know. I know it in my head.” She says as she continues to pet your head and neck and shoulder and arm with a deep maternal NEED to physically feel you. “Mom and Dad and Peggy and Fiona and El and Kazia…they all told me I didn’t need to worry. That you were a man now. That…you…didn’t need your Mama anymore.” She sobs. “You might n-n-not need me anymore Jesse…but I need youuu.”

“Oh Mom.”

“Th-They said…all these things…about why…why you had to stay. B-But…deep down….in my heart…I knew it was wrong for me to leave you alone. I knew it!”

“Mom. I’m okay.” You say in a soothing tone. “See. I’m okay. I’m here. I’m right here.”

She laugh-cries and nods. “You’re right here.” Her soft hand slides down over your chest to settle above your heart. The physical contact of her hand against your skin was doing far more to settle her than words ever could. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” You lay your hand on her arm. “And I do still need you. Not in the same way. But a man always needs his Mama. Always.”

“Yeah.” She gasps and starts crying all over again. “Oh Jesse!”

“Come here.”

You pull your weeping mother into your chest and hold her tight as all of the built up emotions pour out of her at once. She clings to you, her precious son, with all of her Mommy strength.