Chapter 4

This chapter was kindly written by Bossyboots, who I’m sure you will agree is a far better writer than myself, so thank you Bossy!

Gemma slept in way past 5 a.m. Her dreams were troubled; the dreams were not nightmares, in fact, the opposite. Erotic dreams. Sexy dreams where Gemma was having romantic sex and intense pleasurable orgasms. The dreams seemed unreal, unnatural, and surreal. Gemma felt ashamed and distraught in the dream. She was caught between enjoying the sex but also at the same time confused and unsettled. Why was she dreaming this way? Why could she not have an ordinary dream about cooking and cleaning the house ... In the other bedroom down the hallway, her son Mike and his friend Scott were also sleeping late and dreaming. Their dreams were not unlike Gemma’s. Both teenage boys were having their own erotic and sensual dreams. They were restless, moving under the blankets, twisting and turning as their dreams made them move about in strange and unusual ways. Like Gemma’s dream, the boys were confused and conflicted.

The erotic nature of their dreams drew up their imaginations and also a certain amount of reality. Mike, in particular, was dreaming about watching his mother, Gemma, having sex with his friend, Scott, over the kitchen table. He watched them together and wanted to join Scott and Gemma, stop his friend, and pull him away. Mike could not seem to make up his mind about what to do. Daylight filled the sky and filtered through the curtains of Gemma’s bedroom. She had set the alarm for 5 a.m. but failed to make the correct adjustment, so the alarm did not work as intended. The sun rose higher, and when the light was bright enough to wake Gemma, it was already nearly 9 a.m.- a good four hours later than Gemma had planned to wake up. Her eyes opened, and she looked at the bedroom sideways from her head on the pillow. At first, she just accepted that she was slowly becoming awake. Then, it slowly dawned upon her that it was much later than she had realized.

‘Oh my god, what time is it?’ She said to herself. Gemma looked at the clock and saw the hands pointing at nine o’clock.

‘Ah, no!’ She exclaimed aloud. She pushed herself up from the bed, but still not fully awake, she partly stumbled and had to sit back down. The dreams she had inside her head seemed to fade away. Gemma pulled her dressing gown over her nightdress and woke Mike and Scott. They were both still fast asleep when she opened the door. Standing in the doorway, she saw that both sets of bedclothes were only partly covering the naked bodies of both teenage boys. Gemma stared at the naked bodies of her teenage son and his teenage friend. They were only fourteen, but they were growing into fine young men. Both had solid limbs and smoothed-skinned figures.

She also noticed that Mike, her son, and his friend Scott had early morning hard members jutting from their bodies. She should not have looked, but something stirred inside her, a faint memory, an emotion primary to her female biology. She kept looking, and her imagination seemed to rush into her mind. The erotic dreams from last night and the memory of what she had allowed both boys to do with her suddenly came back to haunt her. She was ashamed of herself. She was foolish. Gemma tried to shake off these feelings of shame. But a more powerful urge seemed to take over her mind and body. The truth of this is that both Scott and Mike had been using an illegal drug on Gemma over the past few days. This had the effect of allowing both boys to have sexual relations with Gemma.

The drug had lowered her inhibitions and also stirred long-suppressed sexual urges in Gemma’s mind and body. Both boys had overdosed Gemma, and the drug was still coursing through her veins. Her perceptions were altered, and she was still very susceptible to the effects of the drug. Both Scott and Mike had taken unfair advantage of Gemma. Leading her to have several sexual adventures with both boys. They had abused her trust and love, using her as a sexual plaything. Gemma suffered acute shame and anxiety about her behavior and the crude way the boys had exploited her over the past few days. Gemma mistakenly believed that she was the one at fault for leading the boys on and initiating the sexual encounters. Even now, standing in the doorway, she looked at them both.

The drug effect was still strong, and Gemma was unable to resist her drugged emotions. Gemma tried to resist the temptation of going into the boy’s bedroom. She took one step inside. Then, another step inside. Her eyes were looking at Scott’s naked body. Then she looked at her son’s naked body, and a thrill of desire went through her body and mind. Her attempt at resisting the temptation was all but gone. Only the lust and desire to touch both boy’s naked bodies was left in her mind. She wanted them, needed them, she had to have them ... Standing over Scott as he slept, Gemma made one final attempt to turn around and leave. She tried to hold onto some semblance of motherhood, sobriety, and normality. But her heart was pounding, and the effects of the drug were too strong for her to resist. Gemma reached out her hand and gently caressed Scott’s naked body. It felt smooth and warm to her touch. His young body felt wonderful as her hands moved across his skin. Gemma was motivated by pure lust now. It was uncontrollable, and she gave in to her unnatural desires. She took hold of Scott’s teenage cock and held it firmly in her hands. The boy moved and moaned as she did this. He was slowly waking from his dreams. Scott shifted and opened his eyes. There beside him was Gemma. He could see in the filtered light through the bedroom curtains. She was in her dressing gown and nightdress, and she was touching and stroking his hard cock with her hand. Scott smiled at her, and she smiled back.

‘Gemma, take off your clothes.’ Scott said to her. Gemma did as he asked, shrugged off her dressing gown, and pulled her nightdress over her head. Now she was naked with him on his bed. Scott reached for her bare breasts, cupped them in his hands, and squeezed them. Gemma sighed with his touch, and she leaned in to kiss Scott on the lips. As Scott and Gemma kissed and touched each other, Mike, in the other bed, woke up and watched as his mother and best friend kissed and touched each other, both naked on Scott’s bed. At first, he thought it was a dream, then realized it was real. After a few minutes, Mike watched them, got out of bed, and joined Scott and his mother. He came from behind his mother and put his hand between her legs. She moved slightly, and his fingers found the soft folds of her sex, and he began to tease her pussy lips as she was already wet with sexual lust.