You want her upstairs in her big bed

You slide your hand up the smooth skin of your mother’s bare back and into her soft hair. Your fingers curl and you grip a fistful at the back of her head. You pull her into a kiss. Your tongue slides into her open, inviting mouth. She suckles on it and swirls her own tongue around it.

You find her soft, round tit with your other hand. You squeeze gently and feel her nipple stiffen against your palm. In response, she moans into your mouth and her hips gyrate, grinding her ass on your hard shaft. You rock your hips, making slow thrusts that match her motions.

When you pull back from the kiss, you’re breathing hard. You can see your mother is flushed and panting too. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll be more comfortable,” you tell her. She nods in agreement and rises from your lap. You take her hand and lead her upstairs. After ducking into your room quickly to grab a condom from your desk drawer, you head to your mom’s bedroom and guide her to the bed. You kiss her deeply again. Your grip her round ass cheek and pull her against you. Her soft, lush body is a contrast to your own lanky, angular shape, or Abbie’s toned, athletic form.

Your mother’s fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers and slide them down, letting them drop around your ankles. You kick them away. Your stiff cock presses against her belly. It strains and smears precum on her skin. “I’ve had dreams about doing this with you, Honey, but this is so much better than I ever dreamed,” she says in a hoarse whisper. Her hand slips between your bodies and her warm fingers wrap around your shaft. She strokes slowly up and down.

You give her buttock a hard squeeze. “Lay down on the bed, and we can make it real,” you tell her. She climbs onto the bed and stretches out, grinning at you slyly. As you take in the sight of her feminine curves, you tear open the condom wrapper. You roll the rubber down over your cock. Then it hits you that she said she’s had dreams. Does that mean more than one? More than just last night?

“Hold on,” you say, as you move onto the bed and lay down next to her. You want to find out more about her dreams. “Tell me the truth. You’ve had more than one dream about having sex with me? When?”

Your mom rolls on her side to face you. She giggles and smiles. “A few. Every couple of weeks or so for the past few months. I started dreaming that way about you after your eighteenth birthday. I realized that you’re an adult, and well, you’ve grown into such a handsome young man. Besides, **** fantasies are taboo and dirty fun,” she says. Her fingers trace up and down along the length of your latex-wrapped cock. “I’ve never used one of these before. It feels… different. I don’t think I like it. I’ll have to get on birth control.”

You blink in surprise. Your mom had **** fantasies about you before the spell, which makes you feel a lot better about enchanting her. But it’s still kind of weird that she’s acting like that’s less of a big deal than the condom. “Wow! I never expected to hear anything like that from you,” you say.

She laughs throatily and grabs your hips, pulling you towards her, as she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs. “You did ask for the truth,” she says in a sultry voice. “Since we’re naked in my bed wide awake, I didn’t think you’d mind that I dreamed about you fucking me.”

You move on top of her, propped up on your arms looking down into her face. Your stiff shaft presses against her public mound. It flexes and throbs, yearning to be inside her. “I don’t mind. It's hot that you've had sex dreams about me. I’ve fantasized about you and Abbie for a long time, but I was ashamed about it” you tell her. “It’s just surprising to hear out loud, so casually.”

Her hands grab your ass and pull you tighter against her. She humps up over and over, grinding your crotches together. “Mmmmmm… you don’t have to be ashamed to tell me anything, no matter how dirty. Anything you fantasize about, I want to do for you for real,” she says huskily. “If you dreamed about ****, about putting your hard cock in Mommy’s wet, willing cunt, you can do it right now.”

Your cock swells achingly at that. “Fuuuck…” You groan. You shift back, dragging the tip of your cock lower, down to your mother’s slit. It feels soft and slippery through the latex. Your hips buck forward instinctively, trying to push inside. In your rush, you just prod against her folds awkwardly. She slides her hand between you, takes your shaft in her fingers, and guides you into her. You push in slowly, feeling the snug warmth of her pussy surround and envelop your cock.

“Ohhh! Daaaaveyyy! Yesss! Fill your mommy’s pussy,” she cries out. “Take me! Make me yours!” Her fingers grip tighter on your buttocks. Her fingernails dig into your skin, stinging just a bit. She holds you tight, keeping you deep inside her. She’s looking up into your face with an expression of joy, her eyes glistening with the tears that are welling in them.

You're close to hyperventilating. Your cock is twitching. It almost feels like it’s vibrating with the need to cum. You try to slow your breathing and relax, so you can last longer, but you know it’s a losing battle. You start to pump your hips, trying to keep a slow, easy pace. After just a few thrusts, you buck. Your cock erupts.

Under you, your mom tenses. “Yes! Fuck!” she shouts. “Use meeee!” Her pussy spasms and clenches on your pulsing shaft. Her face and chest flush bright red as she cums.

You hold inside her for a few moments as you try to control your breathing, and your cock starts to soften. Then you roll off her and lay stretched out on the bed next to her. You know now that the spell makes your mom and Abbie both get off hard anytime you do anything to them, so they don’t mind you cumming so fast, but it bothers you that you don’t last longer. “It was all just too much,” you tell her apologetically. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

Your mom rolls towards you and kisses you softly on the lips. “You never have to stop yourself with me, Honey. I want you to do whatever you feel like, whenever you feel like doing it. I’m glad my chubby old body could get you so excited, even after you’ve had Abbie.” She snuggles close against your side. Her hand glides up and down through the sheen of sweat on your bare chest. “It was perfect for me — the best I’ve ever had,” she says quietly. “Thank you for that. It’s been so long for me. Since before you were born. And it was so much better than even my dreams about you.”

“Mom, you don’t have to worry about your body one bit. You’re not chubby or old. You’re sexy and curvy, a total MILF. I’m pretty sure my friends hang out around here so much because they like getting a look at you,” you reassure her. “I think it’s wild that a woman as sexy as you dreamed about me. I had no idea that my Mom was an **** perv like me. I guess it runs in the family,” you say with a low chuckle. “You know, what you said before made it sound like one day you just decided to start having wet dreams about me. I want to know all about those dreams.”

“All about them?” she asks and swallows. “Or maybe just the sexy things you do to me in them?” Her nervous tone of voice makes you curious.

“Why not all about them? You told me that I shouldn’t be ashamed to tell you anything. Tell me what you’d want to hide from me.”

“Oh!” she gasps out, almost as if she was physically impacted by your words. “I, I want to hide why I can dream lucidly,” she whispers and blushes pink. “I know I shouldn’t hide anything from you if you want to know.” Her breathing is fast and shallow. “But, I think it would be better if you don’t ask. I can tell you all the dirty details of the dreams instead,” she offers.