Night Dreams Chapter 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

My name is Jason. I was eightteen and was having wet dreams for the first time. That is when the first incident with my mom took place. It led to sexual adventures that I have never spoken about with anyone then or since. First, you need some context for my story. I was small growing up. My dad was six feet; but my mother was petite, a slender 5 ft 2. I have an older sister, Emily, but she was three years older and had gone on to college. She had a normal growing pattern so she was about 5 ft 4 and was very attractive. Her social development was the usual with lots of boy friend and girl friends, hanging around the house, normally ignoring me. That is what made my life a bit harder for my parents since I was so different. At sixteen, I was not quite 5 ft 4, and my social life was nil. All the girls, and most of the boys thought I looked babyish because of my size. I was not a part of any social group. My mother worried about me. My dad was a manufacturing representative and spent a lot of time on business travel. But even when he was home, I was not in his orbit. He loved to play golf, and I was no good at it, even though I tried. He was pretty strict when he was home. And I gathered that he was a playboy growing up and wanted to spare me the experience.

A significant event happened to me physically in my eighteen year. Until then, I was a sexual neophyte. My organs didn’t seem to produce any hormones and I had no sexual desire whatsoever. With my girl relationships being nil that spared me additional suffering. However, shortly after highschool started, I hit a three-month growth spurt and my genitals grew, even though my height and weight stayed the same. My penis grew substantially taller to six inches, while my girth was almost three inches. As I found out later, my radius was unusually big. My hormone system started functioning, as hair grew on my chin and I started to feel some heat in my testicles, which also grew significantly. Later, others would call them heavy balls. Then the night erections started as I lay in bed, trying to sleep. I was experiencing pain and being tortured with incoherent thoughts as I tossed and turned. During one dream, I remembered feeling lots of pressure around my pelvis and when I got up the next morning the sheet was wet with my semen. Of course, I didn’t know it was semen at the time. I had no one that I could talk to about my physical issues, since the other boys considered me juvenile and my father was distant. Mom sensed something the next day. I think she discovered the sticky sheet, even though I put it in the dirty clothesbasket.

As I said, my mom worried about me and protected my psyche from bad influences, growing up. She enrolled me in soccer since I was pretty fast on my feet, even though my dad didn’t think much of that sport. Every day, mom talked to me and encouraged my academics, which were pretty good. She arranged boy-to-boy sleepovers with friends of hers; but mostly the other boys and I didn’t click. I think she was more sensitive to my physical limitations since she was petite. She often spoke about her childhood, but recognized that small girls were treated worse than small boys. That weekend, I overheard her talking about me to dad, but he seemed to toss whatever problem it was back to her. Then he took another long business trip. I had another wet dream the next week, and I washed it out myself and put the same sheet back on the bed after it dried. However, I was ashamed of my feelings, so I was not a happy camper. My mom sensed my unhappiness and asked what was wrong. I told her nothing and red faced, I retreated to my room to study. Later that evening, mom knocked on my door and asked to come in. So I let her. She sat down next to me and asked again to tell her what was wrong. I screwed up my courage and told her about my wet dreams. She nodded sympathetically and said “Boys and girls have these naturally, this is nothing to worry about, Jason. It is a part of growing up.” “Really, did you have the same thing when you were my age.” “Well, girls are a bit different, but they have some of the same urges.” “What did you do when you felt the urge,” I spoke out earnestly. I think mom realized that she was in deeper than she intended. “Well, I sort of controlled it.” How? My mom’s face turned red. “Mostly I told my mind to change the subject.” “But my urges are at night when I am half asleep and dreaming.” “I know,” she spoke haltingly, “there is something you can do to make it better. It’s called masturbation.” I had heard the word around the gym when the guys were talking, but I never probed any further. They referred to it as the “the nasty special.” My mom swallowed hard, “I don’t know if I can explain.” “Please, please, I need to know, and you are the only one I can talk with.” “First, it is not nasty, though some people think it is. It is very natural and typical for a teenager. In fact, many adults continue with the practice for a variety of reasons.” “Mom, are you saying that you and dad do it too.” My mom was shocked by the question and paused a long time. “I can’t speak for your dad, but yes, occasionally, I feel the urge when your dad is gone on one of his trips.”

“Ok, but what do I do?” Mom spoke very softly. “Pretend my finger is your penis. Wrap you hand around my finger and gently pull up and down.” I did as she instructed. “After awhile, you will feel lots of pressure, and then you increase the pace. And your semen will eventually release. It is called an ejaculation. Try to keep a Kleenex handy to catch your semen. Semen is the fluid that causes babies to be born inside a woman.” Her words seemed surrealist at the time, but it all made sense in an odd sort of fashion. I didn’t press her for how semen got into the woman’s body, because I knew something about biology. Mom continued, “You know about computers running a program in the background when you’re processing. Well, masturbation works in the same way. It helps to let your imagination roam to sexy things while you are engaged. Otherwise, it is sort of mechanical.” “But I don’t know about sexy things, mom, I protested.” Mom looked at me in sort of a funny way. Unspoken thoughts and hopes ran through her brain. She knew I didn’t read sexy magazines, and she thought they were crude anyway. Again, she paused a long time. “Well. I guess I could tell you a sexy story, but I am not too good at that,” she opined openly. “What if, what if I could?” Words were catching in her throat. “Mom, what are you thinking?” “Jason, remember you asked me about my feelings? If I share a fantasy with you, it would always have to remain our secret. You could never tell anyone and in particular, dad.” “You can always trust me.” “I know I can. You’re the best. I told you that I occasionally masturbated when your dad isn’t home. I always fantasized that a lover was watching me. I created an imaginary friend who boosted my sex drive. Well, I thought that you might become that imaginary friend for just one night. And it would give you an image for your own sessions. Phew, it was hard to get that out, but I am trying to create a win-win situation.”
“Mom, I would love to become your fantasy lover, if only for one night. It would mean so much to me that you could trust me with your secrets and I’m sure you are very sexy.” “Thanks, Jason. I don’t know how sexy I am, but it was nice hearing you say it.” “Here’s what we’ll do. After dinner, I am going to get a nice shower and then read a romantic novel in my room. After about a half hour, I will go to the bathroom. When you hear the water running in the sink, I want you to come into my closet, the one with door slats that you can see through and have a seat. You have to be real quiet, and I will have a show for you. After the show, I will shut the lights and you can sneak out to your room. Ok.” “Ok.” I could hardly eat my dinner. I was so excited by thought of the upcoming show. Everything went as planned. I snuck into the room at the right time. I sat on the floor, and could see the bed through the door slats, two of which were turned to make the viewing easier. 

I had glimpses of my mother nakedness over the years, but as I said earlier, nothing sexual ever occurred to me. But this time, she came out the bathroom wearing a sheer negligee with nothing underneath. She was petite and slender, but her orbs were prominent, perky and pear shaped. Later, I found out that she was 34B. I could just make out her nipples and the surrounding aureole. As she lay back on the pillows, my eyes were riveted to the bush in her triangle of love. It was neatly trimmed and exposed her pussy lips, which looked sort of pouty. I wished I had brought my telescope with me. What a show she put on!! From rubbing her breasts and nipples with a lubricant, then tracing her fingers down her abs to slowly encasing the pussy lips. She spread her lips and with a moistened finger, began encircling and coddling the vaginal area around her clitoris. The show was having the desired effect on me. My member was super hard, pressing up against the pajamas that I was wearing. Then she began twisting her nipples with one hand and frigging her clitoris with the moisture spreading from her vaginal canal with the other. I could tell her breathing became labored. Then she seemed to exert tremendous self-control by breathing deeply. She reached inside the bed table drawer and extracted a plastic device, which looked like a penis. She turned the end, and it began to vibrate. She rubbed the vibrator around her aureoles and nipples, exuding a deep sigh. Then she moved down to vulva and used it to caress her inner thigh and eventually insert it into her vagina. Her body began to shake again as her face screwed up in intense pleasure. Again, she breathed deeply to gain composure and extracted the vibrator and put back on the table. Then she put some more gel on her finger and began frigging her clitoris with another in her vagina. Her finger movements became more rapid; then she yelled, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. I can’t believe it!!! Ohhhhh my………. She began to shake and spasm violently while multiple orgasms wracked her body. And then she fell back on the bed. As she continued to caress her clitoral area, her body spasmed several more times as love juice seeped down her thighs. I was so intent on watching her, I lost track of time. I had hardly taken a deep breath since the show began a short 30 minutes earlier. After a few minutes, she got up and went into the bathroom. She came back to bed with a different negligee, pulled up the covers and shut the lights. This was my cue, and I quickly left the room. 

When I lay down on my bed, my hand immediately went to my swollen penis. I started to jack it up and down, just as mom told me. My mind focused on the images of my mother doing it to herself. My testicles hurt from all the pressure of the build up, but soon, I ejaculated three, no four times, cleaning out my testicles, leaving a dull ache. After I washed myself, my enervated body sank into a deep dream free sleep. However, when I woke in the morning, my member was still swollen and hard. Mom didn’t tell me how often I could do it without hurting myself, so I took a cold shower and calmed myself. 

Mom was really in a good mood that morning. It was a Professional Development Day, and there was no high school. After breakfast, she asked me what I wanted to do. I said I had a question about my experience that I needed to ask. “You said you aren’t sexy, but you don’t know the impact you had on me. I woke up with a rigid member, despite the great time that I had last night.” I told her what did when I left her room. Mom seemed puzzled for an instant. “Look, this was the first time for you and in a certain way, it was the first time for me. First times are always special. I must say that I felt sexy last night in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. In fact, after you left, I used a vibrator to further complete my experience. So I feel that I cheated you just a bit.” I wanted to ask more questions, but I waited for her to finish. “I know I said that it would only be for one time, but maybe we should try it a few additional times until it becomes more routine for both of us. And therefore, we wouldn’t have unreasonable expectations from single events. What do you think?” “Mom. That would be perfect. When are we going to do it again?” My spirits rose when Mom indicated that since I had leftover physical issues from last night, we should do it again today. In fact, we could build it around an afternoon nap, rather than experiencing too much anxiety by waiting until tonight. I thought about my telescope and resolved to bring it with me. Mom also shocked me by asking if I wouldn’t mind if she observed me through my bedroom door to determine if I had the right technique. In effect, she wanted to experience being a mystery lover as well. I readily agreed. 

That afternoon was more memorable than the previous night. I had my telescope in the closet and was able to get extremely close up views of my mother’s sexuality. I could clearly observe the firmness of her satiny smooth orbs with a trace of blue veins running under her skin, the little nubs protruding from her breasts, the glistening moisture secreting from her labia into the secretive split between her legs, and the redness of her large blood engorged clitoris, pressing forward between her fingers seeking stimulation and gratification. At the time I didn’t know it but my mom had very large tactile clitoris, compared to most women, making her extremely sensitive to touch, providing her with the joy of skyrocketing orgasmic pleasures. Mom was doing everything possible to reach across the room and touch my sensuality with her dramatic movements. She wanted to provide me the fullest experience possible, without touching me physically. This time, she used the vibrator to bring herself to a rocketing orgasm to take the edge off. Then she began furiously frigging herself as her emotions went into overdrive. Instead of shouting out her pleasure as she did yesterday, I could hear a low groaning sound, gurgling in her throat, growing in intensity as she concentrated completely on the next release that was sure to come. Her eyes were focused completely on her love canal as stroked her protruding love bud, while shoving two fingers down her pleasure canal. Glistening juice was rolling down her pleasure canal. Finally, her body went rigid and then several sighs, almost whimpers, emerged as she massaged around her labia and vulva. A grin of smug satisfaction was on her face as she went to the bathroom. I retreated quickly to my own room, while I heard her body rustling outside my bedroom door. I lapsed into sexual reverie pleasuring and stroking my penis and testicles, knowing she was observing and trying to put on my own show. The images of a few minutes ago flooded my imagination as I tried valiantly to hold back the eventual culmination, but after a few minutes of stroking, the force of nature took over. Huge gobs of semen shot from my heavy testicles through my penis slit and into the air in several ejaculatory surges, as I lifted my tense pelvis high above the bed. After I finished, she came into my room and hugged me closely so I feel her body warmth through her negligee against my flesh. She handed me a warm washcloth to clean myself, and I think she was tempted to do it herself, which I would have loved. With tears in her eyes, she praised me for being a wonderful student and son. 

After that day, I couldn’t wait for my dad to be on his trips. We began planning our adventures from the instant we knew we would be alone in the house. It was our secret lifestyle. We tried different observation posts, different games, and different times of day. Then one day, mom surprised me with a new suggestion. “Jason, I think we should stop observing each other from closets or half-open doors.” “What do you suggest?” “Would you mind coming into bed with me? I need to feel body warmth to get into the mood and your dad is never here.” 

Authors’ Note:

Unfortunately the sexual adventures for Jason and his mother did not extend beyond the second day. These new sexual adventures were Jason’s fantasies, as he ruminated while masturbating in his room during the next two years. Jason’s mom had reconsidered what she was doing and put a cap on it. Whether it was remorse, guilt or concern about her future relationships with Jason or her husband, she never said. Jason was extremely disappointed and pressed her to continue whenever they were alone. After much discussion and angst, she agreed that on or near Jason’s birthday every year, she would make a special presentation as he requested. However, Jason had to agree to behave himself the rest of the year.

To be continued...