Prologue:

I awoke in a sweat, my mind adrift in that blurry space between reality and dream. Everything had seemed so real, too real to be just a dream, and yet surreal enough to know it had been a dream. It was then that it dawned on me that it was at least partially real, I had really cum. Not, however, inside of the faceless woman of my dream, but in my underwear as I slept. I'd had my first wet dream.

I suppose that for most normal pre-teen or teenage boys that would have been a normal occurrence, an ordinary event in their lives; a sign of normal maturation that would set them out on a course of teenage angst and sexual curiosity. But for me it would be different, as far from normal as possibly could be. The event would turn out to be just the starting point of what would become my Oedipean tale. You see, it was not that it happened, but where and when it happened that would unalterably shape my young life.

Chapter One: Genesis

It was a warm Tuesday morning of early September as my mother set out to visit her sister in Oregon. Actually it was more than just to visit, we were moving. I was a mere 12 years old at the time, still just a boy really, but eagerly wanting to be older. It had been nearly three long years since the death of my father, and now we were leaving our home in Florida to set out in search of a new life. It was difficult to say good bye to the only place I'd ever known, and in a sense it was like saying good bye to my childhood. I had lost alot of my childhood innocence after my father died, becoming the man of the house or at least seeing myself as such, and leaving that place merely solidified in my own mind that I was a man now.

After my father's passing, he'd left enough for us to survive on but little else. It wasn't any fault of his own, he was a good man and a good father; a hard working man who'd had little of his own when he and my mother met. But for as hard as he'd worked, it was only a matter of time before the money he'd left us ran out and Mom wasn't able to support us on her own. Having nowhere to turn, Mom took her sister's offer to come to Oregon and stay for a while, a chance for a new life.

So there we were, Mom and I, on the road to the Pacific coast in our old pickup truck; camper on the back, packed with our belongings and enough money for gas to make Oregon. Or so we thought. Mom made good time the first day out, getting us nearly through Alabama when we encountered our first obstacle. Speeding along the highway to the rhythmic sound of the concrete gaps, the truck began to sputter, finally coming to rest in a cloud of steam and smoke, just as we'd pulled off of the highway into a small little town; coming to rest about a mile from the local service station. After a short walk into town and having the truck towed, I listened intently as the local mechanic describe to my mother of our broken water pump, and how much it would cost to fix.

What I remember most, however, was the look of despair on my mother's face as the mechanic spoke. After spending the remainder of the day walking around the sleepy little town and waiting for the truck to be fixed, Mom not wanting to talk much, we were back on the road once again. She left late at night, maybe more to find herself out of the bad luck of the place than anything, but it wasn't long before the stress of the day took it's toll; forcing her to pull of into a rest area for the night.

I had fallen asleep during the night ride, my head resting upon my mother's shoulder as she drove. She gently woke me, telling me that we would stop for the rest of the night; sleeping in the cramped, box filled camper. My mother had planned, or hoped, for a smooth trip but with the truck breaking down so soon in the drive, she worried about having enough money should anything else happen. I believe she had planned on us staying in a motel or two along the way but now it would be the camper. I groggily helped her move some of the boxes around inside of the camper so that we could convert the dinette into a makeshift bed. It was small, but suprisingly comfortable as I remember. I was still very tired and crawled into the new bed as soon as it was ready, closing my eyes heavily and wanting to fall immediately back to sleep.

Mom turned off the overhead light, darkening the camper except for the glow of the rest area lights as they lit the windows curtain, casting a soft orange glow into the camper.

As I lay there in the bed, thinking about the day and the little town, excited about the trip and cautious about it and the life we were headed to as well, I found it hard to fall back to sleep. I slowly cracked open my eyes in frustration, to see my mother standing next to the bed. She was quietly reaching over to retrieve her small suitcase, pulling out a nightgown to change into.

I watched with guarded fascination as she began to shed her clothes, stepping out of her baggy blue jeans and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. By all rights, my mother never spent too much time or energy attempting to accentuate her femininity, choosing comfort and functionality over style and fashion. Perhaps, because of that, it seemed in most peoples eyes that she was a rather plain looking sort of woman. It was a rare occasion to find her wearing makeup and even rarer to find her wearing a dress; at least as I remembered it. Maybe things had been different when my father was alive, or maybe she simply had no intention or thoughts of finding another husband; never bothering to primp and preen for one. But as I watched her peeling away the layers of the days journey, bathed in the surreal softness of the rooms dim light, I began to see that she was a very attractive looking woman. She stood next to the bed in only her panties and bra before slipping her nightgown over her head, then reaching up under the length of the gown to step out of her underwear and perform the uniquely feminine trick of removing her bra and slipping it out of her sleeve.

To this very day, I'm fascinated by this 'Houdini-esque' feat and watching it made me smile. As she finished, I closed my eyes to disguise my watching, as she slowly slid into the bed next to me. Her skin felt warm and soft next to mine and I snuggled myself into her as I tried once again to sleep. It didn't take long for my mother to drop off to sleep, exhausted by the day and the driving, and soon I found my way asleep as well, drifting off as I pictured in my mind the titillating sight of my mother changing.

It was in the early morning hours, just before the sun would rise, that I woke up; stirred by the sound of a car door closing outside of our camper. A new arrival to the rest stop, or someone departing, I didn't know. What I did know was that I'd been awoken out of a pleasant dream, although I couldn't remember what at the time. The noise stirred my mother as well, but not enough for her to wake, only enough to make her stir in her sleep. It was then, as I lay spooned close to her back, my arm resting around her waist, that she nestled her hips ever so slightly. It brought to my attention why I'd felt so good about my dream; I had an erection and as my mother moved in her sleep, her behind nestled itself into my hard on, pressing it firmly into her backside. The sensation was highly stimulating, to say the least, but at the same time terrifying as well.

I had begun to notice my erections several months before, and after having discovered a couple of 'girly-magazines', learned quickly what they were for. I had taken to masturbation like a fish to water, jerking myself off several times a day if I could; and almost ritually every night before sleeping and every morning before climbing out of bed. So as I lay there in the bed, my mothers soft hair filling my senses with her feminine scent, and her soft warm body pressing against my skin and genitals, I was becoming extremely turned on. At the same time, I was terrified that my mother would wake, filled with disgust at her young son laying next to her like this. I slowly and carefully rolled from her, onto my stomach to hide my condition, and waited nervously for the sun to rise and my mother to wake. In that agonizingly long time, my mind was filled with the confused thoughts of sex and guilt, and wanting my mother to wake up so that I could remove myself from the embarrassment of the situation. It wasn't long, in reality, before I felt and heard the stirring of my mother as she woke, and I fainted sleep. She crawled out of bed and dressed herself before waking me, letting me know that she was heading outside to see if there was a bathroom available at the rest stop. After hearing the camper door close behind her, I quickly climbed out of bed and threw on my clothes before she returned.

We found a little something to eat and with my mothers prodding, we enthusiastically headed out on the road once more, hoping that this day would be better than the last. Motoring along the highway, I watched the passing landscape and enjoyed the mysterious discovery of it all, my mother humming a tune or two as she heard them on the radio. Mom seemed to be in a suprisingly good mood, and her response to my asking was only to shrug her shoulders and smile, replying that she had no idea why, but who cared anyway. It was enough for me to know that she was happy and I agreed with on her point, enjoying her good mood and the excitement of the newness around every turn of the road.

Mom made good speed of it, heading through Mississippi and well into Louisiana by midday, reaching the late afternoon sun of Texas before we stopped to get a bite to eat and stretch our legs.

We sat outside of the small rest stop by a small stream that ran along the road and ate a sandwich that we'd picked up at the nearby gas station while filling the truck. It was decidedly hot under the afternoon sun and it felt good to dip our feet into what little survived of the late summer stream. We left feeling refreshed and made it all of the way past Abilene before the glaring sunset in the windshield began to tire Mom. She found a another little rest stop and decided to pull in for the night. The stop was set back off of the road a ways, and except for the infrequent sound of a large truck passing by, it was amazingly quiet outside.

We sat out under the stars that night; eating our dinner and pretending to be cowboys, my mother trying to teach me old Roy Rogers tunes, and both of us laughing at our poor attempts. It was getting late as my mother ushered me into bed, letting me know that she wanted to sit out just a bit longer before she would head in herself.

I didn't bother looking for my pajamas, preferring to strip down to my underwear to sleep; as I'd been doing since discovering things to do in bed besides sleep. I crawled into the bed, thinking about the day and remembering the night before. It had now been nearly two whole days that I hadn't had the privacy to relieve myself and I was thinking to myself that it must be some kind of record. I wanted desperately to slip down my drawers and have my fun but the idea of getting walked in on by my mother stopped me, so there I lay; tense and horny as hell. I guess it was about a half hour later that I heard the camper door open and my mother step inside. The night air had cooled considerably outside and I could feel it's touch as Mom carried it into the camper with her. Again, I closed my eyes as she came into the darkened camper, not wanting her to know that I was still awake, subconsciously thinking that perhaps she would be able to read my thoughts. I let myself peek ever so slightly as she readied herself for sleep, not being able to see much more that her silhouette in the window as she removed her clothes. But this night, before pulling over her nightgown, she removed her bra to pull on a small T-shirt against the nights chill. I stared in utter fascination as I could see in her silhouetted profile, her exposed breasts. As she turned to put on her T-shirt, lifting her arms up to slip it over her head, her nipples stood out firm and erect against the cool air. It was magnificent, and almost instantly my pecker grew to attention. Now, being such a young age, that's not saying much, but to me it was enough. Fully erect, I wasn't much larger than a grown man's thumb, but it was always full of youthful strength and eagerness. I watched her slip into her nightgown, closing my eyes once again as she turned to crawl into the bed. She wrestled open a box, grabbing an extra blanket and spreading it out over me before climbing in.

Tonight she crawled in behind me, between myself and the wall, pulling me close to her for my warmth as she settled in. I could feel her soft breasts as they pressed along my back, and the warmth of her breath on my neck as she began to doze off to sleep. It was terribly erotic to me, but also disconcerting as I couldn't get my boner to subside. I was afraid that she might notice it as she wrapped her arm around me. I laid completely motionless, waiting to hear her fall asleep so that I could as well, and until eventually we both were asleep.

It was once again in the early morning hour, just before dawn that I would wake up, but this time under entirely different circumstances. This morning I woke with my eyes popping wide open, jolted into reality from the depths of my dreams. I had been seduced by a beautiful faceless woman, following her helplessly as she took me to her bed and fulfilled my desires. It was at that moment of pure ecstasy that I found myself awake, unable to stop the inevitable as I reached orgasm. I was coming in my underwear uncontrollably, my hips pressed forward as if to thrust my penis deep inside of the dream woman. But my pleasure quickly turned to panic as I realized not only that I couldn't stop as I emptied myself into my underwear, but also that my groin was firmly pressed against my mothers backside, my penis nestled along the divide of her cheeks. My mind raced in total chaos as I lay; unable to stop myself as I pumped out my pent up seed and feeling the terror of what would happen if my mother woke at that moment. It was just as I felt the last bit of my release, the final uncontrolled strain of my small but exuberant balls that I felt my mother stir. She let out a breathy groan as she wriggled herself against me, grinding my penis in the now slippery confines of my underwear. The sensation was a new one to me, my dick sliding effortlessly against my cum slickened skin and I immediately let out one more and final gush of semen. I laid in a state of panic, time stretching agonizingly, until I realized that she was not awake; or at least I prayed that I was right. After a moment or two of stillness, I decided that I would have to do something and soon.

As gently as I could, I slid myself away from her, slipping out from underneath the blankets that covered us and stood by the bedside. Gingerly reaching down, I realized that I'd made an absolute mess out of my underwear, soaking my briefs utterly. I slipped them off, using what dryness of them left to clean myself. It was still very dark inside of the camper and it took me a few minutes of searching to find some clean underwear to put back on. I stuffed my soiled underwear into my bag of laundry and was turning to return to the bed when I heard my mother moving once again. It was difficult to see, even though the soft blueness of the night sky had begun to show signs of the sun coming up soon. But even though I had no way to be sure, I felt as though she had seen me standing there, for how long I didn't know. I couldn't be sure and tried to convince myself that it was only my imagination, but I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Too embarrassed now to climb back into the bed with her, I pulled on a pair of pants and shirt and decided that I needed to get some air. As quietly as I could, I opened the door to the camper to step outside.

I immediately was suprised at the chill in the air. It amazed me how it could be so hot during the day and so cool at night here. As a boy raised in Florida, this was all new to me and I was ill prepared for the sensation. I stood outside the camper for a few minutes, feeling the chill of the air, but also enjoying the sight of the cool blue sky as it began it's morning metamorphosis. Just as I though of sneaking back inside the camper, I was suprised by the snap of light from the camper window. My mother was up.

I felt a twinge of concern as I thought for sure she would be worried that I wasn't in bed with her, but instead I heard nothing. After a minute or so, the camper door opened slowly with my mother stepping outside. She was dressed and had a sweater draped over her shoulders against the chill.

"Good morning." She said to me softly, as she stepped out, looking up at the sky.

"Good morning, Mom." I said.

I watched her as she walked up next to me, but her gaze never left the horizon. She stood quietly next to me for a moment before saying, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

I was a bit suprised by her statement, half expecting to be scolded for leaving the camper without her permission, and stood at a loss for words.

"The sky..." she said, still looking off into the distant glowing light.

It was then that I realized how conspicuous my silence seemed and I mumbled out. "Yes, it is."

"It's a little cold to be standing outside with no shoes on, don't you think?" she said. I didn't know what to say, feeling stupid as could be trying to come up with come kind of explanation for myself. But instead of waiting for a reply, she turned to me with a smile and said, "Why don't you go grab some shoes and we'll go get ourselves a nice breakfast."

I must admit, I was suprised but also very interested, a nice hot breakfast sounded great at the moment.

"Okay." I said, returning her smile and jumped into the camper to grab my shoes. I heard her jump into the cab and start up the truck, waiting for me to return.

Chapter Two: A Fork in the Road

We sat in a booth of a small Texas diner, feeling full from the generous breakfast that we'd been treated to. The place was full of farmers and ranchers, all sipping down their coffee and talking about the weather. I'd never been around so many people that had such a keen interest in 'when it might rain' or 'how hot it had been of late'. Where I was from, it seemed to me that it always rained in the summer, everyday like clockwork in fact, and it was always hot. But these people talked about it not as just a casual topic of conversation, but with a seriousness that I didn't understand. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't as I can understand the frustration these people must have felt living a life so dependent upon things that they had no control over; rain or drought.

So as we sat there, my mother turned her eyes from the waitress that had picked up Mom's money from the table with a "Y'all have a nice day now!" and a big Texas sized smile.

"Okay, decision time." She said to me. I gave her a quizzical look as she smiled sheepishly back at me.

"We need to start thinking about which way we want to go, North or West. If we head North, we might get there a bit quicker but the ride would be a little tougher. If we keep heading West, it might take us a bit longer but it'll be easier." She said, unfolding a map out on the table..

"Where y'all headed?" The waitress chimed in, returning with Mom's change.

"Oregon." I answered her.

"Oregon! Well, I've got a brother who lives in Oregon! He's been out there for..." The waitress went on, proceeding to tell us both her entire family history and lineage, much to the amusement of my mother.

"... and he told me that if I ever was to come an' visit to make sure to see the Grand Canyon along the way. It's the biggest crack you ever did see!" She finished, bring a round of laughs from the people in the booth next to us. My mother and I looked at each other and immediately began to laugh as well, though not for the same reason as the waitress.

"Well, I guess that decides it. West it is!" Mom said to me with a wink.

And so it was, we were back on the road. Most of the afternoon went by rather uneventfully , that was until we were into New Mexico. The heat of the day was at it's strongest and the truck began to over heat once again. Mom managed to get us to a truck stop where one of the truckers noticed our plight. He seemed to be a nice enough man, short and stout with a funny sounding voice, but genuinely honest to my mother.

"You can take it to a shop and they'll tell ya you need a new radiator, which you could, but that's alotta money. Or you can just take it a lil' slower on the highway and don't try drivin' durin' the hottest part of the day an' you'll be fine." He told my mother, who was appreciative of his honesty. Mom took his advice and we stopped for a while, waiting for the sun to go down before heading out again. His advice must have been good as we seemed not to have the trouble again, at least it seemed so. It would make the trip a little longer but I didn't mind at all, I'm not sure that my mother did much either, although she would never admit it to me if she had.

We managed to make it out of New Mexico and into Arizona late that evening. Mom decided that we shouldn't push it any further as she was getting a little road weary, and found a place to stop for the night. We spent the evening much like we had the night before, sitting outside the camper as the night air cooled down and had something to eat. We talked for a little while, then Mom mentioned that it was getting late and that we should probably try to get out on the road early before it got too hot out. I understood the hint that it was time for me to head inside and hit the sack, but she followed her statement with a little bit more.

"Why don't you go on in and get ready... umm... to go to sleep." The awkward pause of her words caught my attention but I didn't quite know what to make of it. As I got up and was opening the camper door, she called out, "Paul, you take as much time as you... um... need and just let me know when I can come in, okay?"

I was really perplexed now, not really knowing what to say. As my mind was both a fury and a blank at that moment, I turned to look at her and saw a sweet and soft smile on her face as she looked at me. The look in her eyes was so soft and caring, so... motherly. It's hard to describe, but I realized there was definitely more to what she'd said than I'd initially thought.

"Okay, Mom." I relied, still trying to understand what she'd meant. I stepped into the camper and immediately my mind began to race with questions.

"Take as much time as I needed?" "Time for what? She knows it doesn't take long for me to get ready for bed?" "But that's not exactly what she said. She said... um..." My mind tried to backtrack to remember her words. "to... um... sleep?"

It was then that it began to dawn on me what she'd meant. She knew! She knew about what had happened last night. Did she know about my jerking off too? She had to then! I began to feel very embarrassed without real really knowing why.

"Am I just being paranoid?" "Or was this her way of letting me know that SHE knew?" "Was she hinting that it was okay to go ahead and masturbate?" "Right now?"

Whatever the case, if that was what she'd meant, there was almost no possibility that I could even if I wanted to. My mind was racing so fast at this point that it was hard for me to concentrate for 2 seconds let alone buff the bishop. In an effort to disguise my insecurity, I dug through my laundry bag and grabbed a pair of pajamas that were down on the bottom and put them on. They were a bit small, too small really, but I put them on none the less, trying to convince myself that I was making this all up in my head and that there was no hidden meaning to her words. I reached up and flicked off the light, then leaned over the counter to look out the window. I could see my mother sitting outside in her folding chair, her back toward the camper, reading her book under the lamplight. The window was opened about halfway to let in some fresh air to the camper and I called out to her, "Mom? You can come in now." I said it trying to sound as casual as I could, but I'm sure that it didn't come out as such.

"Oh... Okay." She said, sounding a little suprised, turning her head around to the darkened window. "I'll be in, in a bit honey. You go on ahead to sleep."

I climbed into the bed, scooting myself up against the wall to make plenty of room for her when she came to bed. Closing my eyes tightly in an effort to sleep was in vain, I was still in a state of confusion along with a growing concern over what had happened the night before. Would it happen again? Would I wake up in time tonight? Would my mother wake up this time? But the longer I laid there; wondering, worrying, the more tired I began to feel. I don't know how long it was that I lay there feeling this way, but eventually I fell asleep.

Like a self fulfilling prophecy, it would be late in the night that I would find myself in the middle of another 'dream'. But unlike the night before, this night's dream would be one of angst and tension. Again, the faceless woman appeared in my dream but there was something strangely different about her, more mysterious; more elusive and distant. I wanted her, more than I'd wanted anything in my short life, but looking at her I felt as though she would be something or someone that I would never have. I seemed to follow her, searching to be with her but never reaching her. The harder I tried the further from my reach she would be, as if I were being held back by invisible hands. I struggled in vain to find her, only to realize that she was gone. It was only then that I stopped, forlorn in the notion that she was gone, when she revealed herself to me. I stood silent and still as she approached, her clothing shedding from her as she neared. She came to stand in front of me, gently cupping my face with her hands and kissing me passionately. I desperately wanted to to touch her, touch her naked flesh but didn't, fearing that if I tried she would disappear again. So I stood still as she ran her hands along my body, her hand seeming to penetrate right through my clothing to touch my skin. She found her way slowly to my pants and began to rub the erection still hidden to her underneath my clothes. As she rubbed I began to feel the heat of her hand, and her breath quickened in my ear with the increasing pace of her touch. I was utterly submissive to her whims as I was quickly building to orgasm. It was then, as the night before, that I realized what was happening but was powerless to stop the wave that was cresting in my loins. As I began to cum, feeling a flush of warmth and wetness come over me, I heard her whisper my name in my ear. It was so sensuous, so erotic, so... real.

I opened my eyes, feeling the sweat on my brow as I lay on my back, my body still tense and yet relieved from my orgasm, thinking to myself, "No, not again." My mother was lying on her side, facing me, both of us covered by the blanket. I tried to remain as still as I could, hoping not to wake her, and attempted to let my breathing slow. I could feel the warmth of my mother's body next to me, her hand resting on my arm, when I felt it slide gently against my skin.

"Paul?" I heard in a soft whisper. It might as well been a million decibels, as the sound of my mothers voice startled me into total sobriety. I closed my eyes in panic, afraid to answer her, but realized that it was useless as she knew that I was awake.

"Paul..." She whispered once again.

" I'm so sorry, Mom" I stammered out. " I... I..."

"Shhh..." she whispered softly, "... it's okay. There's nothing for you to be sorry for."

It was only the soothing tone of her voice that kept my breathing from racing out of control, even though at that moment I felt sure that my heart was going to pound right out of my chest if it beat any harder. She had begun to softly stroke my arm, feeling my tension. I didn't know what to do, lying there as still as I could be; searching for something to say. She broke the silence once more, softly saying, "It's okay, stay right there."

I felt her slide herself out of the bed, being careful not to pull the covers off of me as she did so. I hadn't the courage to open my eyes to see what she was doing or where she was going, although I could hear her every movement. She opened one of the packed boxes and rummaged inside for a moment, then I could hear her draw a bit of water from the sink. The room was silent for a minute or two, long enough to begin to draw to my attention back to my predicament. I could feel the dampness of my underwear underneath my pajamas, and slid my hand down to feel that it had soaked completely through. The anxiety I felt had caused my penis to shrink to near microscopic proportions as I wondered what my mother was thinking of me. Was he angry with me? The tone of her voice made me think she wasn't but I still wasn't sure. Maybe she was disgusted, disappointed; thinking that her son had turned out to be some kind of pervert. On and on my mind raged until I felt my mother sit herself gently down on the edge of the bed.

"Paul?" She said softly.

"Here it comes..." I prepared myself.

"Paul honey, why don't you slip off those clothes... so you can clean up." The tone of her voice was calm and caring, easing slightly my fears, enough for me to open my eyes. It was still very dark inside of the camper but I could see enough of her face to feel as though she wasn't angry with me.