A Nice Wake-Up Call

"I'll sleep in your room and keep you company tonight," William had told his mother, and believe it or not, it was mostly true. The young man had had a full day, and he was tired. An eight hour shift at work, coupled with three orgasms, and of course the discovery that his sperm had the magical ability to make anyone obey his every whim, William was exhausted. And so sleep he did.

Not before a good make-out session with mom, though. It was something he had never thought he'd do, laying on his mother's bed, swapping spit, but after the day he'd had it felt natural. How surprising it was that the shift from his old relationship to his new relationship went so smoothly for him. Maybe it was because his mother wasn't putting up a fight, but rather acted like it was a great idea, something to be encouraged. Maybe it was because she was a drop-dead sexy woman and it was natural to be attracted to her beauty. Maybe it was because he was a pervert.

Probably the last one.

Which William was becoming surprisingly okay with.

And so, wrapped in each other's arms, William and his mother made out until he fell asleep. He slipped his left hand into her panties at one point and brought her to an orgasm or two. It was the least he could do, after all. She had been such a generous lover, and she had been so creative at getting Morgan to drink the last round of spunk.

Most of the night William slept soundly, but when he did dream, they were vivid. William found himself being chased over and over. Women would appear from around street corners, out of broom closets, climbing out of manhole covers. Old women, young women, fat women, skinny women, grandmothers, supermodels, uptight conservative women, every type of woman you could imagine. And they all wanted one thing. William's sperm.

"More!" they would moan.

"In my mouth!" they would beg.

"Let me suck it dry," they would demand.

There was no way William could service them all, and so he fled. It was, of course, futile. In William's dream there was no escape from the women. Soon he found himself held fast by dozens of hands, his clothes ripped from his body, being smothered by a feminine tsunami. He could feel the weight of their bodies increasing as they piled on him, higher and higher, making it harder and harder to breathe. There was no way he could last any longer, the weight was just too much. Struggling with all high might, William took one last breath and...

William opened his eyes, sweat on his brow. His heart was racing. He was in his mother's room, spooning her from behind, the dim light of morning just beginning to peek through the window. His dream had been so clear! So intense! He wasn't superstitious, but until the day before he hadn't believed in magic sperm. Maybe it was a premonition. Maybe some kind of warning.

His heart slowing, his breathing regulating, William allowed himself to relax again and appreciate his situation. The warmth of his mother's body against his was wonderful. He had never slept with another person before, and waking up in that position was definitely a perk. His mother moaned quietly as he gave her a gentle squeeze, pressing his morning wood into her backside. The room smelled of sweat and his mother's sex, a scent he was growing to appreciate. There was so much about his mother that he hadn't appreciated before. The smoothness of her skin, the softness of her lips, the heat of her groin. It was like she was an entirely different person all of a sudden. Again he pushed his erection against his mother's rear end, unable to resist the feeling of her soft ass cheeks against his sensitive appendage.

Then he felt it. For the second time in the past twenty-four hours, William's mother's hand found its way between his legs and onto his penis. Her hand was soft as it wrapped around his manhood, pulling it between her legs. She pushed back against him with her ass as she began to rub his penis gently, one side rubbing against her hot wet slit, the other by her soft hand.

"Ooooh sweetie," she cooed, "This is a nice wake-up call."

She applied a little pressure with her hand and William's penis slid deep into his mother's vagina. It was even better than the day before. William's hands reached up and grabbed his mother's breasts, pulling her into him, while he began to thrust.

"Yesssss," he heard her moan, "you're such a good boy."

Of course William didn't last long. How could he? He was inexperienced, yet living out his most perverted fantasies. When he came, he didn't just orgasm. William exploded into his mother. His body spasmed for a good minute after they were done, all they while his mother whispered encouraging things like, "That's my boy," and "You spoil your old mother!"

Then it subsided, leaving William laying on his mother's bed, engulfed in a blissful afterglow. He could feel his mother disengaging from his grip and slip out of bed, but almost as if it were happening to someone else, not him. In fact, the only thing that brought him back to alertness was his mother's voice as she stood at the door.

"I'm going to clean up, sweetheart," she said lovingly, "Can I clean out your, you know, or is it for Morgan again?"

William...