Chapter 3

When Lydia got home from work the next day, her son was already waiting for her, in the kitchen. He looked nervous, like there was something important on his mind.

“Mom ... do you think I could ask for some advice?” he questioned, before she even had a chance to sit down her purse or take off her heels.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“It’s about girls,” he told her, avoiding eye contact. It was so cute to Lydia, how he came to his mommy for help, but was too nervous to look her in the eye.

“Oh, I see. One of those talks,” she said slyly, with a grin, “Well I guess I’d better sit down for this one.”

Miss Turner slipped off her heels and pulled up a seat next to her son at the table, quietly giggling at his super-serious demeanor. She felt a slight ache in her butt as she sat down. Her ass had been sore all day, but she had no idea why. Was it possible to sleep on your ass wrong? She dismissed the thought and focused back on her son. He clearly needed some help, so her focus should be on him right now.

“Alright, so who did you get pregnant?” she asked, gently slapping him on the thigh.

“Nobody mom, you know that! I haven’t actually even ... you know,” he said shyly, shuffling his feet.

“Oh, I know, sweetie. Your mother just likes to tease you,” she giggled, “But I’m not completely naive either, hun. I don’t expect you to be a monk or anything.”

“But that actually does have something to do with why I need advice,” he told her, his serious look returning to his face, “I’ve been uh, seeing someone.”

“Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” she asked. She hadn’t seen him with a girl on his arm since prom night. Her son had refused to talk about what had happened that night, but a good mother knows when not to pry.

“Uh ... Rachel. Her name is Rachel. She’s from work, you wouldn’t know her,” he said, breaking eye contact with his mother once more.

Lydia nodded her head, prompting him to continue. She couldn’t help but keep grinning at him. Here he was, showing how grown up he was, yet still acting like her shy little boy.

“Well, when we’re together ... you know, sexually...”

“When did you have time to be doing something like that?” Lydia quizzed her son, “Have you been up to no good while I’m asleep?”

“Yeah ... uh, I guess you could say that, mom,” he replied, clearing his throat. She truly had no idea.

“Well, honey, you’re an adult now. I understand that what you get up to is your business. So what was your question, sweetie?”

“Well, when the two of us are, well ... fooling around,” he started, “She gets really worked up. And I have this rule that I made for myself, y’know. The rule is that her underwear has to stay on. But she gets worked up and I think she wants to take things further.”

“You mean she wants to have sex,” she replied, giggling again at her son, who was clearly beating around the bush.

“Yes. I think she wants to have sex. But I don’t know if I’m ready. I mean, I don’t know if either of us are ready to-”

“So, I know you’re a virgin. Is she a virgin, hun?” his mother interrupted.

“No. She has plenty of experience,” he told her, shaking his head.

“Oh? How much is plenty?”

“Well, I didn’t mean that she’s a slut!” he practically shouted, “But she’s been with a few guys.”

“It sounds like she’s ready, sweetie,” she told him, before asking, “Do you think you’re ready?”

“I honestly don’t know, mom. It’s scary to think about, y’know? Going that far. Especially with my own mo-” he stopped, just seconds before incriminating himself, “MANAGER! My own manager! The assistant manager, actually. She just got promoted.”

“Well, you should take her feelings into account, of course. But you’re both grown-ups. Ultimately this is going to be your choice, because it sounds like she’s already made hers.”

“I get that, mom. I really do. But what happens if I make the wrong one?” he asked her, as he’d asked himself dozens of times since last night.

“Look, speaking as your mother, I think you should go at your own pace and wait until you’re ready. But, do you want my advice as a woman?”

Eric nodded his head. It wouldn’t be the first time in the past 24 hours that he saw his mother as a woman.

“Whether you’re ready or not, you need to go for it,” she told him, “If she isn’t getting it from you, then she’s going to look for it somewhere else. Women have needs, honey. And it seems like she knows where she can go to get those needs met.”

That wasn’t the kind of advice he’d expected from his mother. She was much franker than he thought she would be. And he never could have guessed she’d tell him to just ‘go for it’. On top of that, hearing her talk like that had him standing at half-mast in his pants.

“You really think I should go for it, mom?” he asked, giving her one last chance to talk him out of it. She had no idea how much this advice affected her personally, but he felt like he owed her that much.

“Absolutely!” she said, giving her son an awkward thumbs up, “I know you’re nervous, but sometimes you have to dive into the cold water knowing full well you’re going to be uncomfortable at first. Like a polar bear swim at Summer camp!”

She had a goofy grin on her face, at this point. Clearly, Eric’s mother was extremely satisfied with her metaphor. Then, suddenly the tension broke and they both started laughing. Eric’s anxiety seemed to melt as he and his mother laughed together. Not only was she hot, but the more he really thought about it, the more he was glad that he’d be losing his virginity to someone as sweet and loving as his mom. It was just a shame that she would have to be asleep for the whole thing.

“But honey,” she began, making a serious motherly face again, “Just promise me one thing. Please, use protection. If this Rachel girl really is as experienced as you say, I don’t want you catching anything.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, smiling at her, “Thank you, mom.”

“Any time, honey. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

His mother stood up and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted a second, but Eric was caught off guard. He had forgotten that this was something they did, now. Then, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled her son into her warm embrace. His face was pressed against her chest again, which didn’t help his semi-boner problem. He hoped against hope that she wouldn’t feel his erection poke her leg as she continued to embrace him and stroke his hair.

“I’m glad that I could help, sweetie. You know, I love you more than you could ever know. You’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“Ah wuff oo too, mom,” he muffled into her bosom.

Lydia released her son, before turning to walk upstairs and change into something more comfortable. She was glad that he was being more outgoing, again. More than that, she was glad that she could help him with his problems. It seemed like their relationship was finally going back to how it had been before her sleep troubles had started.

In fact, for the past week or so, Lydia had felt closer to her son than she ever had. It was like her heart was welling up with motherly love and care, every time they talked. The urge to be physically affectionate with him was strong, and she didn’t see anything wrong with kissing her son or pulling him in for a full-body hug. So it was no question that she was happy to give him advice about his love life. But Lydia was, of course, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just talked her son into fucking her tonight, in her sleep.

Eric ran up to his room and started to plan for that night. It was a big deal, losing your virginity, and he wanted to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible. First, he had to decide whether he’d wear a condom or not. He knew his mother, unlike his co-worker Rachel, didn’t have any STDs. She wasn’t a very sexually active person, and he probably would have seen medicine around the house, if she had. Plus, he had already put his uncovered penis inside of her last night, so what was the harm in doing it again? He wanted to lose his virginity to his mother, not to a piece of latex. And besides, he had already proven that his pull-out game wasn’t half bad, so that settled it. He would fuck her raw, then pull out when it was time to cum. Hell, assuming she would cooperate with him, he could probably even finish in her mouth again.

Next, he decided that he would need some towels. His friends with girlfriends had always talked about having to sleep in “the wet spot”, so Eric knew that was a possibility. If his mother woke up tomorrow with sweat, cum, and vaginal fluid on the bed, she would definitely know something had happened. So he would put towels down on the bed and then throw them in the washing machine before going to sleep. If his mother noticed tomorrow morning, he would just make up a lie about wanting to help her with the laundry.

He also knew that a mess could be inevitable. If he did make a mess of her sheets, he would need to wash and dry them before going to sleep. He measured out the time he would need to do all that, plus put them back onto the bed, and decided that he would have about a two hour window to fuck his mom tonight. Honestly, for the inexperienced young man, that would probably be way more than enough time.

That seemed like all of the important differences to think about tonight, when compared to any other night in his mom’s bedroom. He looked over at the clock, anxiously. He still had quite a while before she would even take her nightly Dozaril, with even more time to wait after that. Time moves very slowly when you’re plotting to bang your mother. Eric decided to take a look in his goody bag, to make sure he wasn’t missing anything he would need. All of his tools were right where they needed to be, but while sifting through them, he noticed something big that he hadn’t even considered yet.

Deep in the bottom of the bag, underneath his wipes, his screwdriver, and his mother’s panties, was the blister pack containing a single dose of Extra Strength Dozaril. The eager young man remembered what the booklet said about it being experimental, but he also remembered what it said it could accomplish. Supposedly, it looked just like any other Dozaril pill, only it would make the person who took it much more active in any sexual experience. The affected person would still be asleep, but they would participate more more actively, when you fooled around with them.

He had just been thinking earlier about what a bummer it was that his mother would probably just lie there while he fucked her. If she took this pill instead, he could lose his virginity in the way that he truly wanted to. With this gift from Peithocorp, he wouldn’t just be sticking his dick into Lydia Turner’s pussy, he would have the opportunity to really fuck her. And even better, she might even fuck him back. Eric shuddered at the prospect. He wanted his first time with his mother to be special, and this was something he could use to make it fucking magical. She wouldn’t remember it, but his mom would actively participate in sex with her own son.

The booklet had said that the person who took the pill’s behavior would be based on unconscious memory and sensation. Eric didn’t know it for a fact, but he had a good feeling that his mother really knew how to fuck, and he wanted to experience that for himself. And if she was more active, he would have no problems getting her to throat his cock after he pulled out.

But the instructions also said that the affected person could potentially act in unexpected ways. His mother wasn’t exactly known for unexpected behavior. Maybe all that meant was that she would end up wanting to go a second round. Eric thought about all the possibilities and his cock grew in his pants. Fuck, this really did seem like too good of an opportunity to pass up. He popped the package open and the pill fell out onto his bed. It looked just like every other Dozaril pill that his mother had taken up until now. It would be so easy to pass this off as her nightly medicine.

But there was a tiny voice in the back of the young virgin’s head, telling him that this was a bad idea. It wasn’t loud, but it was still there. So, he decided to humor the voice a little bit. He reached over onto his bedside table and grabbed his lucky quarter. It was the same quarter he had used before he got his mom to suck him off for the first time.

“Alright. Heads, and I find a way to get her to take this,” he said out loud to himself, holding the coin in one hand and the pill in the other, “But if it’s tails, I’ll just wait for her to take a regular Dozaril. No harm, no foul.”

Eric flipped the coin into the air. While it spun, he looked at the pill in his free hand. It really did look like his own personal golden ticket. He would have to be an idiot to pass up on something like this, right? And besides, he had already opened the airtight packaging. There was nothing in the instructions about the pill having a shelf-life, but he would be taking a risk to assume that it didn’t, right? The spinning quarter fell to the ground, before rolling under his bedside table.

“Fuck it,” he said, “Let’s just say it was heads.” Then he got to work, plotting for what would surely be the most memorable night of his life.

As it turned out, getting his mom to take the special pill would actually be the easiest part. Around ten minutes before she would usually head upstairs, for a shower and her nightly medicine, he walked into the living room, where she was watching TV. In one hand, he had a cup of herbal tea, and in the other, he had her bottle of Dozaril. He took a deep breath, hoping his plan would work, then got his mother’s attention.

“Hey mom!” he said, cheerfully, “I wanted to say thank you for your advice earlier, so I thought I’d bring you some chamomile and your nightly medicine.”

“Aww, honey,” she replied, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He handed her the cup of tea, then pretended to drop the bottle behind coffee table. It wasn’t an Oscar-worthy performance, but his mother didn’t suspect anything. He knelt down, grabbing the bottle in one hand and sneakily reaching into his pocket with the other.

“Here, I know how difficult these pill bottles can be,” he said, pretending to struggle with the bottle, then using both hands to try and open it.

“They’re not that difficult, honey,” she said, watching her son struggle, “Here, let me get-”

“No!” he practically shouted. Shit, that came out way louder than he had intended, “I mean ... I started this, I can finish it.”

Lydia laughed at her son’s odd behavior. She really had raised a stubborn young man. He opened the bottle and pretended to pour a single pill out into his palm, before quickly closing the bottle up again. To her, it looked exactly how Eric had wanted it to look: like a silly boy struggling, then getting a pill for his mom. He extended his hand to his mother, offering the Extra Strength Dozaril he had secretly pulled out of his pocket. She narrowed her vision and looked at her son; he was certainly behaving strangely. She reached out and took the pill from his palm, holding it between her thumb and her pointer finger.

“You know...” she said, “You seem awfully anxious to get me in bed, Eric.”

“What?!” he replied, nearly coughing. Of course, she wasn’t wrong. Getting his mother in bed was all he’d been able to think about for hours.

“I think I know exactly what’s going on,” she told him. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He was done for.

She placed the pill on her tongue and took a sip of the chamomile he had made for her. With a gulp, she swallowed the Extra Strength Dozaril.

“Wait, what?” he stuttered, still thinking his goose was cooked.

“You’re planning to sneak out tonight and see that girl again,” she said, making side eyes at her son.

“Yeah ... yeah, mom. You caught me. Was I really that obvious?”

“You don’t need to worry about sneaking out, Eric. If you want to leave, even before I’m asleep, that’s fine. Just don’t forget your keys. You might not be able to wake me up if you get locked out. You really have no idea just how well these pills work.” Well, he might have had SOME idea.

“Yeah, I’ll do that, mom.” he told her. She stood up from the couch and, for the second time today, gave her son a kiss on the lips. It lingered just a bit longer this time, but Lydia didn’t see anything wrong with that. This little show of affection seemed harmless to her, but to Eric it was just a sign of what would be coming, very soon. Like before, she pulled him in close for a hug afterwards. But unlike before, this time Eric’s mother was wearing a robe, with nothing underneath.

Instead of pulling his face into her shirt, this time it was pressed into his mother’s bare cleavage. It was a sensation that Eric had become very familiar with, but it felt very different when she was awake. She stroked his hair, oblivious to the sexual turn her motherly hug had taken. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not kiss or lick her bare skin as he stood there with his face pressed between her knockers. The pill was in her body, so it wouldn’t have messed up the plan, but that was a conversation he did NOT want to have.

“I love you, Eric,” she told him, still completely oblivious to her son’s struggles, then she let him go. He pulled away from his mother and the two made eye-contact. The room stayed completely silent as the two Turners stared into each others’ eyes. Neither of them knew what was happening, but they both felt as though there was an aura between them. It was like there was a powerful force, commanding them to act. Lydia didn’t know what the feelings she had were, but Eric’s were deeply familiar to him, so he was the first one to take action.

He reached both arms out, placing a hand on either side of his mother’s waist, then pulled her into him for a kiss. This wasn’t the same kind of kiss they had shared moments ago, however, this one came with sparks. It wasn’t a particularly lewd or aggressive kiss, but their lips seemed to stay locked together for an eternity. Eventually, Eric felt the familiar sensation of his mother’s tongue, knocking at the door to his mouth. She wasn’t trying to force her way inside, but was instead waiting for an invitation. Unfortunately for her, that invitation would never come, as it broke the trance her son seemed to be in. He pulled away from his mother, letting go of her hips, and looked her up and down. Her expression was dazed, her face was flush, and her ample breasts were practically falling out of her robe. Had the pill already started to affect her, or was this just the natural progression of the little dance that he and his mother had been sharing for the past week?

“I love you too, mom,” he told her, trying hard not to stare at her erect nipple, peeking out of her robe.

“Mmmmmmm,” was all she replied. She picked up the mug of tea, then turned towards the doorway before moseying out of the room. The sleepy woman made her way upstairs to the bathroom for her nightly shower, bringing her tea along with her. She didn’t have the heart to tell her son that she didn’t care for the stuff. She had bought it months ago, hoping it would help her get some rest. Of course, we all know how that turned out.

Eric returned to his bedroom and counted down the minutes until his mother would be asleep. Assuming it worked like regular Dozaril, he would have to wait two full hours before she would enter the deep sleep cycle. He sat down his bed to start the longest wait of his life. But he knew that when the clock struck 10pm, he would head out to his mother’s room as a boy, intent on coming back as a man.

Hours later, a light knocking sound caused Eric to jolt awake in his bed. Fuck, how long had he been asleep? His eyes were blurry, but he could just make out the numbers 11:30 on his clock. He frantically gathered up his bag, his phone, and his tripod, hoping he still had enough time to do everything he wanted with his mom. If he was just extra careful not to mess up the bed sheets, he should have plenty of time. The door proved difficult to open with his hands full, but after dropping the tripod, he finally got it open.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m gonna lose my virginity to-” he stopped speaking as he noticed he wasn’t alone in the dark hallway. His mother was standing directly in front of him, facing away from his doorway. She was standing alone in the dark, and didn’t seem to react much to his presence.

“Mom?” he asked. Lydia turned towards her son, moving slowly as she did. Eric noticed that her eyes were open. She was wide awake, standing in the middle of the hall.

“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked. She started walking towards him, slowly at first but building up speed as she moved. Eric opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, she crashed into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Eric dropped everything as they fell, praying they wouldn’t land on the tripod. When they hit the floor, his mother clung to his shirt. She clearly wasn’t expecting to fall quite so hard. Eric looked around, making sure neither of them had hurt themselves. But before he could get a good look at his mother, she pressed her face into his and kissed him.

This wasn’t like the kiss she had given him earlier before bed. This was an open mouth, tongue out, sloppy kiss. This was the kind of kiss he often gave her while during a nightly visit. Before Eric knew what was going on, his mother had latched onto his face and was shoving her tongue into his mouth. He felt around with his hands, still worried that she might have hurt herself, but as soon as he found her ass, he couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze. The two continued to make out on the floor, and Eric continued to rub and squeeze his mother’s ass, until finally she pulled away to take a breath.

Now that he was fully awake, he could easily tell that his mother was not. Her eyes seemed vacant and were only partially open. Her body language told him that she had no idea where she was or what she was doing. This must have been the effects of the Extra Strength Dozaril. He had fallen asleep waiting for her to do the same, and the pill’s side effects must have made her horny. So when Eric never showed up in his mother’s room, she must have stumbled out into the hall, looking for her son to get her off.

Eric reached down to slide his hand into his mother’s panties. She was wet, alright. The booklet had said that the affected person would act out of habit, and though he had only been to her room a handful of nights so far, he had definitely developed a habit of the kinds of things she was doing right now. His mom was sat on his crotch, at this point, and she looked dazed and confused.

“Are you all horny and worked up?” he asked her. She didn’t look at him, but simply nodded quietly. Damn, did she understand him? This was amazing. Eric reached up and grabbed his mother by both of her wrists. Shifting his weight, he rolled her onto her back and now he was on top of her. This was how he had wanted it. He pulled both of her wrists above her head and held them together with with just his hand. Then, he leaned in and started making out with her again, and she reciprocated.

This wasn’t like all the previous times where he kissed her, and then she reacted to what he was doing. This time, they were in a full-blown passionate make out session. They practically thrashed their heads around as they kissed, like they were unable to get enough of one another. They both wanted, no NEEDED, more.

Eric’s mother didn’t even react when he used his free hand to reach down and unbutton her shirt, but she certainly reacted when he grabbed her tit. She moaned as he fondled her breast, and gasped when he pinched her nipple slightly. It was hot, but Eric realized he was pushing his poor mother into the hard floor. He stood up, then gestured for her to do the same. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable for this once in a lifetime moment. Once she was on her feet again, he undressed her further, taking her shirt all the way off and hanging it on his computer chair. Then he pushed her down onto his bed, and began pulling off her pants and underwear.

Eric never even thought about the possibility of this happening, but his mother was now bare naked and lying in his bed. This was the perfect place to lose his virginity, really. He could fuck her all night and not have to worry about changing the sheets, or putting the door knob back, or anything like that. All he’d have to do is clean her up, get her dressed, and walk her back to her room. He would have all the time in the world.

“Why couldn’t you come to my room every night, mom?” he asked, looking up and down her exposed form.

His mother stood up again and kissed him, but this time it felt affectionate. She was kissing him like a mother, this time. It was as if, while she was in the deep sleep, she couldn’t tell the difference between motherly and sexual. But Eric’s penis couldn’t tell the difference either, and his erection desperately wanted to make an appearance. He took his mother’s hand in his own and brought it down to his crotch, spreading her palm open across his package. She rubbed him through his boxers as they started aggressively making out again. Eric pulled his boxers all the way off, kicking them to the side, and his mother took initiative, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She stroked him very lightly, either to intentionally tease her son, or as a result of her altered state of consciousness, but the sensations she brought him were still very intense.

“Oh god, mom. That feels so good,” he moaned, as she continued to stroke his cock with her fingertips. It felt great, but Eric knew it was time to escalate things. He pulled his left hand away from his mother’s breast and his right hand off her waist, then brought them up to her shoulders. He pulled away from her mouth and lightly pushed her downwards, hoping his mother would get the picture. Whether she understood or not, the horny woman knelt down in front of her son, just like he wanted. And when her face was at the same height as his crotch, he inched forward, pressing his dick into her soft, wet lips.

Instantly, she knew what she was feeling, and what she was supposed to do with it. Lydia opened her mouth and took as much of her son’s cock inside as she could handle. She bobbed her head back and forth, slurping more and more of his length into her mouth as she did. This woman had wasted no time at all, and was now gobbling down on the dick in front of her like she’d never wanted anything else so badly. She ferociously took him deeper in her mouth and into her throat, making a glack sound as she did. She was gagging on her son’s cock at this point, and his balls were slapping her in the chin with every bob.

“Holy shit mom, take it easy.” he told her, pulling back, trying to make her slow down. The last thing he wanted to do was cum in her mouth now, before he even got to the main course. But she just followed him, inhaling his erection once more, almost desperate to choke on his cock. Eric slapped his forehead, realizing she must have been recreating the night when he’d gone all-out and gotten rough with her mouth. He recoiled at the thought that he’d been so rough with her, in retrospect. This woman was his mother, and tonight he was going to treat her with as much love and dignity one could treat a drugged-up sex partner. Eric grabbed the shaft of his penis and pulled his cock out of his mom’s mouth, using his other hand to push her head away.

“So big,” she quietly mouthed, reaching out for his cock, but her son pulled the woman to her feet, instead. Eric could hardly believe that his mother had just spoken, but the booklet had mentioned that it was a possibility.

He gently pushed her back onto the bed, before kneeling down to get face-to-face with his mother’s pussy. It looked so pretty, and he couldn’t wait to return the favor.

“Alright, mommy,” he told her, inching forward and getting more comfortable, “your son is going to eat you out now, ok?”

“Mmmmhmmm” she mumbled. It was so exciting to get a verbal response.

He leaned forward and licked his mother’s thigh, hoping to get her started slowly, but soon her legs were wrapped around his head, just like she’d done before. Eric knew that there wasn’t much need for foreplay, so after a few more licks and kisses, he moved on to the main course. He tried to pull her thighs away and unwrap his head, but this time they wouldn’t budge. So he looked upwards, to take a big breath, then dove in to start his assault on his mom’s clit.

This time, her moans were unreal. She was loud and aggressive, eventually reaching down to grab handfuls of his hair as he continued to lick her pussy.

“Fuuuuuuuck” she moaned, pulling on her son’s hair. It hurt like hell, but he really didn’t mind tonight. He would eat his mother out as long as he needed to. Her reactions were otherworldly, plus his own privates still needed a break. Every time he poked at her clit, she would tense up and grunt something from between her clenched teeth. He’d only done this to her once before, but he still remembered all of her weak spots. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy, at one point, and his mother pulled his hair so hard he thought his scalp would come off. But he just pushed through the pain and continued to lick and prod at her, until he was sure she was close to cumming. Then he let up, just for a moment. He knew she would need a little pause before what he was about to do. And he would need a breath. So he squirmed around until he could breathe better, taking a little break for himself, until he felt his mother tapping on his head. She was so close to the edge and it appeared that she was getting impatient.