Good morning... again

The dream ended as you climaxed, firing load after load of sperm deep into your mother's womb. But when you woke up for real this time, you were shooting your children into your boxers and blanket, leaving your nether regions a fertile, sticky mess. Your eyes shot open and your lips parted in a gasp. It had all felt so real. All of it. You could still feel the way her lips felt wrapped around your cock. You could feel the taste of her tongue against yours. For a full minute after waking up, you couldn't even convince yourself that you hadn't just had sex with your mother. God... what the hell was wrong with your head? Sure you had maybe thought about it once or twice but you'd never act on those kinds of male urges in real life... never in a million years... no matter how hot that dream was.

You let your head lay back and let out a soft exhale. "What. The. Fuck." The longer you thought about it, the more disgusted you felt with yourself. What kind of sicko would dream about fucking their own mother? And to make matters worse, you weren't wearing a condom in the dream. You had just fired your load inside of her. No protection. No hesitation. You had wanted to do it. You were trying to impregnate- no- breed her. "What. The. Fuck." You said again. You let the thoughts simmer away from your head and you tried to focus on something else. School. Classes start in an hour. You have to get to class. You changed out of your ruined boxers, got dressed, then headed out of your room and down the stairs, where you could smell the scent of bacon in the air. Your mother was cooking breakfast.