Chapter 7

Terry was surprised in the morning to find his sheets covered with dried sperm. He vaguely remembered having had the wildest dream that night, but it took some remembering to coax his dream to the surface of his consciousness. It was almost as if he had tried subconsciously to forget the dream that had made his cock squirt sperm all over his bed.

When he finally forced himself to remember some of the details of the dream, he realized why he had tried to forget it. He had had lots of wet dreams, but this one took the cake.

He remembered seeing his mother standing over him as he lay half asleep in bed, remembered her as clearly as if she had actually been there in his room beside his bed. He remembered her bulging tits bathed in moonlight, remembered how her long silky hair cascaded over her shoulders and around her tits, framing them temptingly. He remembered her touch on his stomach, on the hair of his groin, on the shaft of his cock.

It was so real, this strange wet dream. He remembered feeling her long lovely fingers wrapping around the hardening shaft of his cock, remembered them as if they were wrapping around his cock still. When he looked down between his legs and saw a healthy erection towering up in front of him, he knew that the dream still stirred his libido, and he knew that he would have a lot of trouble forgetting it.

Terry had had dreams about his mother before, but never one so wildly exciting, never one in which he had actually shot his wad just dreaming about the beautiful woman. His feelings for his mother had been driving him wild lately, and Wendy hadn't done much to help him in his dilemma.

All during his ball-busting fucking activities of the night before, Wendy had done her best it seemed to keep his mother in his mind. She had more or less forced him to use his mother's dildo on her, and she hadn't let him forget whose dildo he was sticking up her cunt.

Wendy could be a teasing bitch at times, but what a girl!

Terry had to admit that the hard-on that jutted up from his loins was not entirely the result of his wet dream. Just thinking about his mother made his balls ache, and the ache was getting worse and worse all the time. He knew that he would have to fade her eventually, and probably very soon since he smelled breakfast cooking downstairs. His mother was a great cook in addition to being the sexiest woman he had ever known. He was surprised that his father had had the balls to leave a woman like that for another woman. He couldn't believe that his mother couldn't keep a man happy. Knowing that such thoughts weren't helping him lose his erection, he tried to banish them from his horny mind.

Terry's prick was still as hard as a rock when he stepped from the shower and looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He sneaked down the hall to his room, still dripping wet, scared to death that his mother might come upstairs and see his hard-on.

Terry toweled himself dry in his room, trying to forget his mother, trying to make his cock go down before he had to put in an appearance downstairs. Every time his towel rubbed against the shiny head of his stiff prick, however, he was made painfully aware of the state of excitement in which his cock remained. He was tempted to jack off and force his erection to soften up, but he heard his mother's soft voice calling sweetly from downstairs.

"Terry, darling, breakfast is served. In fact, it was served ten minutes ago."

"Be right down, Mom! I was just takin' a shower!" he called back to her.

Terry grabbed the shaft of his swollen cock and started to jerk himself off. He changed his mind when he remembered that he would have to jack off three or four times before his prick would soften up enough to hide it in his pants. He couldn't spend the whole morning beating off while his mother waited patiently downstairs with cold hotcakes.

Giving up, Terry slapped the bulging head of his hard prick with the back of his hand and strode over to his dresser to get a pair of shorts.

"You fucker, you're always gettin' me in trouble!" he growled at his hard cock as he pulled up his underwear. "Get in there and quiet down!"

He let the elastic band of his shorts snap sharply against the shiny shaft of his cock, making him wince a bit but not diminishing the size of his erection.

Terry didn't feel particularly comfortable in underwear. He preferred to let people see the size of his prick and he liked to feel his tight pants rubbing against his sensitive cock-skin. In fact, he liked to let people see his hard-on whenever his cock decided to stiffen up between his legs. His prick was an object of pride for him and he liked to show it off.

Showing his cock off to his mother, however, was quite another matter. He kept some shorts around for emergencies since they helped him hide an erection when he needed to hide one, and this morning he really needed to hide one.

As he pulled on his Levi's, he tried to imagine what it would feel like to be caught by his lovely mother in such an obviously aroused state. He looked down at his crotch after he had pulled on his tank-top and saw the long hard bulge of his cock sticking down the leg of his tight pants. He couldn't hide a thing that huge and he knew it. He would just have to struggle through breakfast and leave the house as quickly as possible.

As he stood in the hallway outside his door, a flood of images rushed through his horny mind, images of Sheila's long sleek body all naked and soft, images of her nipples and the way they peaked and stood out in hard little pinpoints of flesh, images of her dark cunt and the way it rested like an animal between her long naked legs, and all the images bathed in moonlight.

He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. He had to put her from his mind. It was as if he had actually seen his mother naked and aroused last night. It was as if he had actually felt her long silken fingers wrapping around the shaft of his cock.

Terry stood at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath, striding downstairs as bravely as he could under the circumstances and trying to act cool even with a wildfire burning deep in his balls.

Sheila, too, had been having quite a time trying to act cool. Her cunt had been blazing all morning. She had had the most blissful sleep she had had in years the night before, having come the closest yet to a fulfilling flash of sexual energy as she climaxed while jacking her son off.

In the morning her cunt had already started to itch and tingle for more incestuous activity. Now that she had plunged into her depraved desires head first, she knew that she could do anything, no matter how taboo, if her lust were strong enough.

All morning she had been waiting to see him, waiting to see the young boy whom she had helped to jack off juice all over his bed. She longed to look into the boy's eyes and see if he realized what she had done to him the night before. She felt certain that he had discovered by now the huge blotches of dried cum that remained on his sheets.

She wondered if he remembered even vaguely the sensations that had put those blotches there. She knew that he had been asleep, but perhaps somewhere deep inside him he realized that she had actually been there last night, that she had really stood naked and hot beside his bed, that she had really played with his cock, that she had really made him shoot his load of cum into his sheets.

She was half afraid to meet her son that morning. She would simply have to be brave.

"Terry, I thought you weren't coming at all this morning. Did you... did you have a nice sleep last night?" she asked when she saw the boy come striding into the dining room.

"Uh... yeah... I had a nice sleep..." Terry replied weakly, terribly embarrassed about the length of hard cock that stuck several inches down his pants-leg.

Sheila noticed immediately that her son was walking stiff-legged. When she realized what was causing his stiff-legged stride, her cunt shivered with excitement. He had a hard-on!

She was dizzy inside as she tried valiantly to avert her eyes from the bulge of his crotch. She tried to look her son in the eye as he came toward her, but her gaze kept flashing down below his belt.

She knew that he saw her eyes drop again and again below his belt and flash back nervously to his face. There was no hiding her interest in his horny state. She wasn't sure what to do now that the situation was perfect for her first real encounter with her handsome young son, but she knew that she had to act.

"Did you have fun last night?" she asked in a too-sweet voice, smiling as her son sat down nervously opposite her at the breakfast table.

"Fun? Oh... you mean with... uh... with Wendy?" Terry was unable to look his mother in the eye.

"Of course with Wendy, darling. Were you with somebody else last night?"

"Uh... no, Mom..." Terry mumbled, thinking that his dream had been more real to him than the wild night with Wendy, more real and more satisfying.

"What did you and Wendy do after I left, Terry?"

"Do? Uh... gosh, Mom, what... what do you mean?" Terry's cock was jerking in his pants.

There was something strange in the tone of his mother's voice, something that got to him. It was as if she knew what an embarrassing position he was in. It was as if she intended to tease him mercilessly. How could she do a thing like that to him? His own mother!

"Did you fuck her, darling?" Sheila forced herself to ask, somehow managing to stare her son straight in the eye when she uttered the fateful words that would make this particular morning the most eventful morning in both their lives.

Sheila's words hit Terry like a ton of bricks. How could she ask him a personal question like that? Did she really expect him to answer her?