Mom

You'd recognize the woman in front of you anywhere. After all, she brought you into this world and raised you all by herself. Sure, the neighbors of Pallet Town helped out on occasion but no one could proclaim to have looked after you even a fraction of the amount she has.

You've never known about your father, and from an early age you learned to avoid the topic since it seemed to cause your mom a great deal of emotional pain to think about. You respected her far too much to press the issue and avoided the topic like the plague. Unfortunately, the other residents of Pallet Town either genuinely knew nothing about the man who sired you, or at some point in time they all agreed to keep you in the dark about him. Why they would do so, you can't say. Other than that one subject, everyone is generally very friendly and outgoing so you'd like to think that they have a good reason for their **** to tell you anything even though the thought of an entire town holding a secret against you did sting somewhat.

Regardless, your mother is the only parent you acknowledge. As a kid, she was basically nothing short of an angel or goddess. Growing up, you've only ever known love and warmth and kindness from her. It made you something of a joke with other kids your age who accused you of being a mama's boy, but you've always been proud to be the son of such an amazing woman and merely responded that the other kids were jealous that (to you at least) she was better than all of their mothers combined. You tended to get angry responses about how it wasn't true, but you could still see the gears in their head furiously grind against eachother in an effort to provide some better form of argument against your claim beyond "nu uh!".

Even in a town filled with good people, your mother instantly stood out for being even greater. She was easy to talk to and like, and she was great friends with just about everyone in town. If there's a single person who dislikes her, you don't know about them. She was also quite beautiful as well, and never lacked an ensemble of suitors who were completely smitten with her after getting one look at her smile (most of which were men, though it wasn't so strange to see a few other women looking at her with similar expressions of attraction). Needless to say, the "competition" made you jealous more than a little bit, and your reputation as a mama's boy became even stronger when you made your displeasure known to anyone attempting to woo her, often with ****. Nothing serious, but most single males (and a few married ones) have learned to steer clear the hell away from you, especially if your mother is nearby. That didn't stop new suitors or particularly stubborn ones from continuing to try, but you weren't a pushover yourself and those that didn't learn the "pecking order" quickly often became something of a running joke in Pallet Town as you took them to the cleaners each and every time.

Things began changing though once puberty started taking affect and you started growing into a more adult body and mindset. Especially after a VERY embarrassing "birds and the bee's" talk by Professor Oak, who supplemented the talk with particularly...vivid reports and material on the subject using Pokemon as part of the learning experience. There were things you simply did NOT need to know about Pokemon mating habits.

Brushing off the slight case of mental scarring that occurred as a result of the Pokemon Professor explaining the act of reproduction, it wasn't long afterwards that you truly began noticing the female gender much more critically and in depth than you ever had before. Sure, there were girls your age and some older than you that you could admit were pretty or attractive. But almost no one could hold a candle to your mom, who was still the most beautiful woman on the planet to you.

Sometime after discovering masturbation, you had let your mind stray to different girls and women in Pallet Town as you attempted to cum for the first time. It was quite jarring at first, but the young adolescent mind understood the act for the pleasurable sensations it caused. Initially though, it just did not appear to be all it was cracked up to be since although you felt good as you stroked your cock to the mental images of naked girls and women you knew, it just wasn't enough to get that really big burst of pleasure that Oak had oh-so-painfully explained without a hint of shame on the subject (though you suspect that might have been because he decided it was more comfortable FOR HIM to just explain sex using Pokemon as the subject instead of people).

You quickly flipped through the mental pictures in your head **** to find one that stuck out the most. You hand blurred across you dick trying to coax out the first of what would be MANY loads of cum from your balls. You felt reasonably close to achieving an orgasm, but you simply felt a "block" that prevented you from cumming and you had been frustrated enough to consider stopping altogether and never give masturbation another though. Then an image of your mom froze itself inside your head, where she wore a particularly form-fitting casual attire for the day that highlighted a wellspring of feminine curves and beauty. Before that very moment, you had never truly noticed just how...perfect her body was, and that's when the telltale jolt of orgasm coursed through your body as you ejaculated an insane amount of cum for a fresh adolescent male. By the time you stopped cumming, you felt more exhausted than you could ever remember before. But you also felt immensely satisfied. The thought that you only climaxed when you thought of your mother made you feel dirty and ashamed, and you silently promised yourself to never do so again.

Subsequent masturbation attempts went much better, though to your disappointment none of them matched the intensity or satisfaction you had felt that first time. It certainly didn't help that it became impossible to NOT notice how beautiful your mother was from head to toe after than, and even the most innocent actions before now invoked strong feelings of primal desire within your chest to claim the woman who birthed you as yours. A small part of your subconscious felt as though she had been teasing you with her alluring body, but you chalked it up to the testosterone in your body going into overdrive as you couldn't help but find your own mother the most sexually attractive woman you know.

Growing up as a teen had been something of a nightmare as your mom would constantly find some method of unintentionally arousing you, which then needed to be taken care of unless you wanted to walk around with a painful erection all day. Still, you help up to your promise and avoided ever using thoughts of your mom as masturbation material again, though the struggle was far from easy as it was often difficult to battle away such thoughts like "it wouldn't hurt if it happened just ONE more time, right?"

But here you are, in the hottest dream you've ever had, and you watch frozen as you mom gives you the same beautiful smile she's given you every day of your life without you ever once growing tired of. However, there's a spark in her eyes that are different from the kind you're used to, and if you could get any harder you wouldn't be surprised if you could punch a hole through diamond with your dick.

You watched as time seemed to slow down while your mom's face closed in with yours, licking her lips as she draws ever closer. You felt as her warm breath caressed your face and her scent numbed any intelligent thought you might have had at protesting the act you knew was coming.

Her soft lips make reach yours, and the contact alone makes you feel like you're one stroke away from blowing a load all over yourself. Her hands gently cup your face and before long, her tongue is in your mouth dancing with yours. Even though you are not consciously willing your tongue to wrap around hers, you can't deny that it is by far the best kiss you've ever had (nevermind the fact that it was all a dream).

You felt your blood almost boil you from within as her body conforms against your own, and the softness of her body feels far too good to fight against. When she pulls away, leaving only a strand of your shared saliva connected between your tongues, you feel as though a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over you and further paralyzes you.

You open your mouth, not entirely sure what was likely to come out, but she merely presses her finger against your lips in a gesture to not talk, and you feel her hand reach behind her beautiful peach-shaped ass and gently wraps her hand around your practically steaming hot dick. She gives a few gentle strokes, coaxing out a few grateful moans from your throat, before you feel her lift herself above your waist and slowly guides herself back down so the tip of your cock lines up with the entrance of her pussy. You feel a whimper threaten to escape your lips, either from the sensation of your sensitive head desiring to return to the place you were born from or possibly some attempt to rationalize that you should not commit to any further sin with your mother and ask her to stop. The former feels like the most likely option.

She doesn't appear to notice as she slowly shakes her hips to give your cock a better angle to penetrate her. Eventually, see seems to find a satisfactory spot and time once again slows out as she appears ready to descent upon your iron rod as the world around you once again fades to white.

And then you wake up.