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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Child's Nightmares By Mkarl (mkarl2000@hotmail.com) This is a work of pure fiction. No similarities to real people or events is intended or should be interpreted. The story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Anyone with comments on this or any of my other stories can e-mail me at mkal2000@hotmail.com Outline: The following work is a conversation occurring at night between a mother and her young son. The boy's speech patterns are similar to a very young child at times but as this is purely fantasy then place his age anywhere you find appropriate. The boy has had several erotic dreams of a nature that would only be expected in the most developed of mature per- verts. Naturally, the images have finally compelled the child to seek the comfort of his mother to share his 'bad' dreams with. I will deal with just the first nightmare in this introduction to the series but if reader responce is favorable then expect our dreamer to have many restless nights. For now enjoy A Slut Mom... "It is okay Michael." "I just had the worst dream mommy. It was so awful. I never dreamed any- thing so bad before." "Your trembling precious. The dream must have been very scary." "It was so bad mommy. I am sorry I had such a bad dream." "Michael, don't be silly. You know you can wake mommy up when you have bad dreams. If you tell me then it won't be so scary." "Oh no mommy, I just can't." "Of course you can sweety. I am awake now. Tell mommy your bad dream and then you can go back to sleep for school tomorrow." "You won't like my dream mommy. It is so bad. I am sorry mommy." "Michael, stop being so silly. You know you always feel better when you tell me your nightmares. Do you want to get in bed with mommy?" "I better not mommy. If I tell you how bad my dream was you will just get so mad at me. I am so sorry. I didn't want to dream so bad." "Michael listen…oh my goodness! Why do you keep saying mommy will get mad. It is just a dream. I think you better tell it to me now because I am starting to get curious." "It is really bad mom. I know you would never be so bad. I know you are a good girl mom." "What are you saying Michael…you didn't have a dirty dream did you?" "I'm sorry mom." "ABOUT ME??" "Your not going to tell dad are you?" "No…of course not. Michael tell me about this dream." "You promise you won't get mad mommy. You can't tell daddy." "Yes Michael, I promise. Is this the first dirty dream you had." "No I am sorry mommy I have more." "…Are they about me too." "Don't get mad mommy." "I am not going to get mad Michael. Mommy just never expected this yet. I guess you are getting to be a bigger boy. I better hear about your dreams so I can find out what you are interested in and see if there are any questions or things I should talk to you about." "I better not tell you mommy. You are going to think I am so bad for dreaming such terrible things." "Michael, it is normal for little boys to think about their mommies. I mean a boy does not pick his dreams and just if you dream about your mommy doesn't mean you won't find a nice little girl your own age when you get old enough. Is your dream about me and you?" "Oh no mommy. Those dreams don't scare me." "Oh…OHHH! Oh my goodness." "Are you getting mad mommy?" "No Michael I promised you I would not get mad. You remember that mommy always told you that a promise is a promise is a promise." "And you didn't have your fingers crossed did you mom?" "NOPE. I am not allowed to get mad now or tell your daddy either but I am really curious now about your dream. I mean you are so young. Just what happens in your dream." "Lots of stuff mommy. I can't say most of it though." "Yes you can Michael. I want you to." "But I might have to use swear words mommy." "Oh really!" "I know that is really bad mommy." "While Michael I know I always taught you that only swear words are really bad but now that I am beginning to understand what type of dream this might be then I think maybe you can tell me swear words to describe it but only for tonight." "Can I say all of them mommy?" "Well what ones do you know?" "Fuck and cock and ass and tits and cunt and…" "Do you need all those words." "Yeah and some names like bitch and slut." "MICHAEL!"…Oh my goodness....You can use all those words and whatever other ones you need." "When I swore before you washed my mouth out with soap didn't you mom? "If I catch you swearing again I will do it again too so don't think otherwise. Michael I want to hear your dream now." "Okay mom but no matter how bad it is I know you are a good girl and love daddy and I love you too." "Of course, Michael." "It is just in the dream you were not a very good girl and that is what scared me so much." "Why wasn't I a very good girl Michael?" "You liked your boyfriends better then daddy." "WHAT!?!" "I know you are not a slut mommy." "Well thank you for that. Who were my boyfriends Michael. I mean I had more then one." "I dreamed six boys mommy." "SIX??" "It is just a dream mommy. I am sorry." "Don't be sorry Michael. I am sorry if I am embarrassing you. I know it is just an innocent dream and you are being very brave to share it with mommy so I want you to remember that I promised not to get mad or ever tell your daddy so you can use all the swear words you want and tell me exactly what a bad girl I was with my six boyfriends." "You really liked all of them mommy even though they were just from the high-school." "They were young huh." "Yeah but you liked them way more then daddy." "I guess I would…I mean Michael you must know I love only your daddy and have never had any other boyfriends but that does not mean your dream will make me mad. I am not going to get mad but I want you to tell me your nightmare exactly like it happened and if I did dirty stuff or the boys did then you can tell me so I will be able to help you with any questions you might have about what people do when they like each other." "I know all that mommy." "How do you know about that honey." "Me and Jimmy found a video his daddy had." "MICHAEL! Michael, you should not have looked at that video." "It was okay Mommy I liked it but the boys were all black." "Really! Well there is nothing wrong with the boys being black." "Really mom." "Of course. People are people. I always taught you that." "You won't get mad then if I told you all the boys in my dream tonight were niggers." "I certainly will if I hear that word again young man. That is a bad word." "Why mom?" "You know why Michael." "But Tyrone says it." "Well he shouldn't and even if he does it is different because he is black. Why are all my boyfriends black anyway?" "Cause nig…black guys have the biggest cocks mommy." "Oh my god Michael! How are you hearing all this so young. That is not even true." "Yes it is mom. Tyrone showed me and I saw a book too." "So just because black guys have bigger cocks you want mommy to be with them??" "No I don't want it mommy. You would be a white trash slut if you did that." "OH MY GOD! Michael what is wrong with you. The thing that would make mommy a slut is fucking around on your daddy. The guys being black has nothing to do with anything." "So it is okay if they are black?" "I thought I was teaching you better then this. Maybe you should go think about it." "I haven't even told you the dirty or scary stuff yet mommy and you promised not to get mad. You are breaking your promise mommy." "Right. Okay. I won't be mad. You can tell me what a bad girl I was with the black guys." "I could even say the n word if I want because you said I could use any words I wanted." "I told you that you could use whatever words you 'needed' Michael. There are nicer words to use." "I am going to sound like a dork." "I really can not believe what you are saying. Oh my god, I can just imagine what your dream was." "I am going to tell you mommy and you can't get mad. I just dreamed that you were here at home having fun with all of the boys. Daddy wasn't here yet so the boys got into the house like they did in the movie I saw at Jimmy's house." "How is that Michael?" "Like breaking in. You wouldn't even know they were in the house until one of them grabbed your hair." "I thought they were my boyfriends." "Yeah all of them mom." "Michael, boyfriends do not break into a girl's house and grab her by the hair." "These ones do mom. It is my dream." "Well maybe you should be telling this dream to a doctor Michael? "Mommy NO!!! You promised you would not tell daddy." "I never said anything about your daddy." "This dream is just for us mommy." "Michael are all your dreams like this one." "Most of them mommy but sometimes you get in the gorilla cage at the zoo or bad doggies are your boyfriends and sometimes I get to be but my cock is always too small so you like it better in the other times." "I don't think I would like it in any of those dreams Michael." "You can't get mad mommy. You have to let me tell you all the dreams and you can never get mad or ever tell daddy." "I just can't believe I am not dreaming this nightmare right now Michael." "You are getting mad mommy." "No Michael but your dream is making mommy sad." "It is just a dream Mommy." "Your dream I could live with even though you are so young to have it but I am sad for how you are talking to me." "You said I could mommy. You always said I could tell you anything." "Of course you can Michael and I will always love you but it makes me feel like I was a bad mommy so hear such things from you." "Your not a bad mommy. You are the best mommy. Jimmy's mom would never let him say swear words to her. He thinks you are way prettier too. We both thought the movie would be really good if you were in it and all those ni…black guys were making you be their bitch. I want to tell you the rest of my dream and how mean you are to daddy when he gets home." "…okay." "First you are like the girl in the movie and try to be all stupid and get away so all the boys have to hit you and stuff. In my dreams the best part was to see them really slap you hard in the face but it was all good when they through you on the floor or slam you into a wall and pull your hair and punch you and kick you and everything. In my dream it is really funny because you try to phone 911 but your finger slips and you hit 912. It does not get you any help and once the ni…black guys know that you were not so stupid to spoil all their fun then they can just relax but they punish you anyhow for trying to use the phone by pulling the cord out and wrapping it around your neck to just choke you until you are like all falling down. The boys are just laughing at you then and one of them can pick you up by the hair and kiss you right on the mouth. It was good in my dream because you were so choked you had to let him put his tongue in your mouth like you were just a slut and he could feel up your ass too. Then a second boy used you the same way. In my dream all the boys knew what a good kisser you were and that proved you wanted their ni…black cocks but you started telling them you were married so they knew dad would try to interfere. In my dream you had to spend lots of time getting kissed until daddy would get home. The boys took turns sitting on the couch with you two at a time. In my dream you were out of most your clothes but still had your panties on so you could not blame the boys for doing rape yet." "Michael. Are you telling me a real dream. I thought this was a nightmare. You make it sound like a sick porno movie." "No mom it was my dream and it scared me what happened to dad and me." "Something bad happens to you too?" "…yeah. I don't like that part though mommy." "You should not say you like any of this dream Michael. If I am going to listen while I am raped and heaven only knows what you are implying happens to your daddy then you better damn well tell me if you get yours too." "You don't get raped mommy because you are liking it." "Michael girls never like this. When boys break into the house and beat the fuck out of the girl even if she goes along with them at the end it was still rape." "No because in my dream the nig…boys know to marry you so the baby won't be a bastard and then they can fuck you and it is not rape." "WHAAAAT?!?" "When you are married to them that is when you really like it and they don't put a cock into your cunt before then." "WHAAAAT?!? Michael. How do they marry me. What about the baby…" "Your making me mix up the dream mommy." "You dream I get raped and knocked-up by black guys??" "No not like that." "Like how?" "Mommy you are getting mad again." "Just where did you get these sick ideas from Michael? What was in that movie you saw?" "Just stuff mom. It showed how smart ni…black guys could be to show a white girl how nice they were. In the movie it looked beautiful because after they tied the girl up so she could be calmed down then they let her have three cocks in her at the same time. Jimmy said that was an oreo sandwich and it was very nice for the girl. Even when they had to hit her it just taught her that they wanted her to be their girl friend." "And did she want the baby." "No the movie never talked about that but I studied in school and I know you and daddy can't make anymore babies because of his accident so I want the ni…black boys to give me a little brother." "It could be a sister." "I only dream it is a brother mommy cause he will be a ni…black boy too." "Stop trying to be so clever Michael." "What?" "You know you are making me mad when you say nigger. I mean I do not even know if I should care considering all the other horrible stuff you are saying." "I haven't even said it mom." "Every time you go to say something you act like it just slips out Michael but it is on purpose and you better stop it or this will be one promise I break and I will get mad." "You told me the most important thing in the world is to never break a promise." "That is the only reason I am not whipping that little butt of yours right now Michael. You set mommy up. I know you are so young I would not have thought it possible but you set me up didn't you. Well I have never broke a promise in my life so finish your wicked little dream. Marry mommy to the blacks. Breed mommy to the blacks but there better be something really awful happen to you too or mommy will know you lied and even though I will never punish you for a 'dream,' you will get a spanking hard enough to keep you from sitting for a week if you have been lying to mommy." "That's cheating mommy." "That is the way it is Michael." "What a rip-off. I won't even feel sorry now because I dreamed you so dirty with the boys." "You haven't been sorry since you started this sick story. I mean good-god you have had a hardon for the last ten minuets." "DON'T LOOK MOM!!" "Oh my god. Your embarrassed about THAT!!" "I don't even have one." "I can see it MICHAEL! I was just surprised you didn't bring it out and start touching yourself." "YUCK, MOM!" "You do that too don't you. While you think about your 'slut' mommy and her ni…black boyfriends. God, now you have me doing it." "It is stupid to not use the word." "Michael. Enough. You have made your point. You are just going to be really annoying if you bring it up again so drop it. I don't want to hear the word and no matter how much you think it would add to the story, it is not necessary so I will not allow it." "Well I want to tell you what a wicked cunt you are when dad gets home anyhow." "Oh I am wicked am I?" "Yeah. The guys tell you what to do and you are so scared you have too or you will get the same thing dad does." "I don't think I want to hear this Michael." "It is when the dream gets scary mom to prove it so you will know I was not lying." "You better not get gross." "I won't mommy. You know I love daddy but it is your fault what happens because the guys can't marry you until your first wedding is finished." "I guess that makes sense." "Yeah mom. I only dreamed this because you would not want the baby to be a bastard and dad would never be happy anyhow to see what a slut you are making a black baby and just getting all big in your tummy until you embarrass our whole family so it is actually better for him not to be around and you like it too because then you can be with your boyfriends." "So I am actually already liking it before your daddy gets home." "Yeah. Even though they can't put their cocks in your cunt into you are married to them because then you could say it is rape, they are still able to show you what nice big cocks they have making you suck them." "Michael you keep saying that marriage will make it not rape. That is not true." "Yes it is mommy I heard on the news that guys get to rape girls as long as they marry them." "That was in Egypt or one of those stupid countries. Michael girls have rights in our country. Even if you daddy ever tried sex with me and I said no, then it would be rape. You have to understand that. You are my son but you are so screwed up. We are going to have to see a doctor Michael." "NO MOMMY! YOU PROMISED!!" "Your daddy will not have to know. Michael we both love you. You are still so young. You should not have dreams like this for at least six more years and even not then. I wish I would have been a better mommy for you." "You better not make me go to a doctor." "It is not for discussion Michael." "I will hate you if you break your promise mommy." "I never promised about that Michael. You don't really hate your mommy. All boys have fantasies. You would really be sad if mommy ever did these things…wouldn't you?" "NO. If you take me to a doctor I will get Tyrone to get other black guys and do everything for real." "MICHAEL!!! THAT IS GOING TOO FAR." "…Awww…I don't mean it mommy just please don't take me to a doctor. It will be too embarrassing." "Well too-bad, Michael! How embarrassed do you think I am, tricked by my own kid into lying here like an idiot, forced to hear the filthiest talk of my life about how I somehow deserve to be used and abused and end up like some willing concubinal child-breeding slave. I mean I just want to cry now so please finish this 'nightmare' so I don't have to hear anymore." "Yeah well your really spoiling it mom." "Oh poor baby. Yeah I know. Your hardon proves it. How did you expect me to react Michael? You tricked me good so I am not allowed to get mad. Did you expect me to get hot? Did you honestly think I would enjoy hearing this filth? Or maybe you thought there could be more. What type of girl do you really think I am? Would it be 'spoiling' it if I told you it would make me hot to hear about bad things happening to your daddy while I have to watch? Is that what you have been waiting to hear? Do you want me to get wet in my panties while you tell me how I willingly breed with all of the black bastards? What do you want from me Michael?" "I am not even going to finish this dream mom if you don't stop it." "…Michael. Do you want to fuck me now?" "MOM!!" "Do you want to fuck me?" "No…of course not." "Should I pull down my covers Michael? Would you like to see me without my pajama's. You have never really seen me before have you?" "I saw you mom." "YOU DID?" "Yeah…with dad even." "WHAT!!!" "It was okay mom. Jimmy and Tommy liked it too." "WHAAAT?!?" "We saw you that day when we were out playing football. You guys didn't even hear us come in. You were good though mom. We all thought you looked really pretty." "Jimmy and Tommy saw too." "We all saw it in the movies mommy but you were just as good as any girl. If you want to really get fucked I know they would both love to do it to you." "I don't really want it Michael. Oh my god. I don't even believe any of this. What do you want from me Michael? Why are you telling me this dream at all. Are you asking for help?" "No mom. I am not a wimp. The dream is cool. I want to share it with you. I would like you to give me a brother." "You know your dad can not do that Michael." "You can tell him it came from a rape. He won't hate you for that." "And should the father be black or do you want to do 'that' job?" "I could mom but only if you would still love me." "…I will always love you Michael but that is never going to happen. Do you understand. I am your mommy. I don't know why you are having these dreams but I can help you if you like. I can't let you make a baby Michael but would it help if we made nice love so you could see it would not have to be so mean?" "I don't know." "I don't know Michael. I mean I don't know what to do. I want to help you. I don't know what would help and what would make everything worse. Maybe I never held you enough as a baby. I could not breast feed you. I am sorry if I caused this." "You didn't cause it mom! Why couldn't you feed me." "It was a long time ago Michael." "Didn't you want too?" "Of course I did. You were a darling baby but there were complications. Maybe we never bonded and that is where you got your ideas. Would you like to suck my tits now?" "Maybe…can I?" "…yes." "okay." "…Go ahead then Michael." "…ummm mom. Your nipples are getting hard." "Ouch! Michael, careful." "Do girls like it when a boy bites, mom?" "Every girl is different Michael but my titties are very sensitive so be gentle." "Okay. I like this mom. Dad will never know will he?" "No one can ever know Michael." "Especially any doctors because you could get in trouble too." "…right." "So you won't take me to a doctor or you will be in trouble right mom?" "Yeah, Michael." "It is okay mom. I like to suck your tits and this time when you have your baby I will get to really milk you too." "Milk is just for babies Michael." "I could drink a little milk too mommy because I didn't get any when I was little. Most of it will be for the baby though." "And just whose baby is it going to be Michael?" "A black baby would be best just so long as you did not like it better then me." "But what if mommy did. You said yourself that black boys are the best because they have the biggest cocks. I should think that I would like the best boy better." "Noo." "Yeah Michael. If you want mommy knocked up again then you might never be loved like you want and don't forget about all the work. Mommy is not going to have another baby until you promise to help do all the hard work and you are not allowed to cross your fingers." "Like what work mom?" "Ummmm…like baby-sitting while mommy can relax and changing ALL of the dirty diapers. I think you can especially be in charge of potty training so mommy will not get peed on again.: "I never peed on you before mommy." "Yes you did but you don't remember because you were too young and it did not taste very good so when my new black baby is peeing all over a white face I want it to be yours or I will not get myself knocked-up." "Are you true mommy. Are you really going to have a brother for me?" "I can't promise a boy Michae…what am I saying. Michael you are so bad. I should be thinking about killing myself for raising such a brat and here I am wetting my panties. How are you doing this to me? We have to stop." "I think you are ready to hear about daddy mommy." "You have school tomorrow Michael." "Yeah…well in my dream you are cock-sucking really good and your face is soaked in cum. You think it is such a waste for all that good baby-making juice to not be in your cunt but dad was at work and you had to phone him to get him home." "I thought the phone cord was ripped out to strangle me with." "THEY HAVE A CELL PHONE!" "Oh. So do I know what will be done to your daddy when I lure him home." "Of course. The guys tell you it is to save yourself but you want to do it anyway because you need to end the marriage to him to get the new baby." "Right. How would I be able to get daddy to leave work early? Wouldn't he call the police when he knew I was in trouble?" "No because you can pretend you are horny and need him home so you can get fucked. It won't even be pretend because you really do need him home before you get fucked only he won't be having any of the fun." "That is wicked Michael. I suppose I have to do phone sex with dad to prove I am really in the mood and need him only when he thinks I am making pretend cock-sucking noises he will actually here me slurping real cock huh." "Yep." "Would I be really slurppy and really make your daddy wonder how I 'pretend' such real sounds." "He will even cum in your mouth and you will have to swallow it and gag while dad listens. He won't know anything though. He will just come home like he is so stupid and doesn't know what a slut you are to let the black guys get rid of him." "Michael I don't want to hear this part. I know what you mean when you say daddy will go away so lets just do it that way. Even if I ever have a baby again I will always love your daddy most of all and I will have to be sure he will never 'go-away' in anyway." "I know that mom." "You don't need to tell me how mean things happen to your daddy when I lure him home. I suppose he just walks in and sees me sucking cock huh." "Yep and he would not like that very much mom." "No he wouldn't. He would try to interfere and get into trouble." "He might stop one boy mom but not six." "I guess I would just watch and enjoy seeing how manly my new lovers are to make daddy go away." "You tell them what you want them to do mom." "Oh Michael that is wicked." "Can I say what you want them to do mom?" "No. This is enough. So I would be able to get married then but wouldn't we need a church." "I bet there might be some weird African way to get you married." "That might be fun. I wonder if they would use wedding rings and dresses and stuff." "Yup. In my dream a special ceremony is used to get rid of each of your wedding video and photo album and ring and then your own dress is put on you while you do the African ceremony so you can then fuck." "So it would be time for the horny-moon then huh." "Ha Ha!…That is funny mommy. You would be really horny for the baby." "ummm. Oh my god Michael look at the time. You are going to school today Michael. If you need to finish the rest of your dream then you can tell me when you cum home tomorrow. I don't think you are too 'scared' now to sleep huh although with that bulge in your pajamas I guess you have a chore before you can drift off." "Okay mom, but you want to hear more of my dreams don't you." "You still owe me bad stuff happening to you but we will just have to wait and see how I feel about hearing any more of A Child's Nightmares." Another Night, Another Nightmare by Mkarl This is a work of fiction as are all my works, even the stories that are true. Any similarites to real people are implied but shoud not necessarily be inferred. This is a big boy and girl story and should only be read by such. Anyone who reads on will either be disgusted or turned on or both. Contact the author at mkarl@mrdouble.com Before I go on, I want to send out a special hello to all my fans at white shadows. The site is one of the hottest on the net and I am proud two have two selections posted. I have been writing most my life but only publishing for the past two months. I have about sixteen stories available at this time and hope to get as many of them onto white shadows as possible. Some of my stuff though is of a nature that probably unsuitable for this site so for everyone wanting to see me go to the next step be sure to send me your return e-mail so I can send you some letters. For my friends from Yahoo and MicroSoft Network, both of you sounded very interesting and I would love to honor your requests if I could get back in touch with you. For everyone else, I promise to reply to all e-mail I get and will make every effort to be as open as possible but make sure you include a way for me to get back to you in your message. And now for the good stuff. The Basic Plot: Another Night, Another Nightmare is the second installment of me newest series featuring the late night adventures of a mother and her infant son. The child can be any age the reader feels comfortable with as he is attributed traits consistent from a point of earliest innocence all the way to the most developed of perverse psyches. The mother is an augmentation of everything as pure-as-snow [although maybe the snow has been pissed in.] I strive to achieve a humorous accounting of how otherwise normal and respectable mother/son dynamics can be warped into the most inappropriate of circumstances and towards that end a setting of a child awoken in fright during the night is the facilitator to this tale. Whither the child's nightmares are involuntary or carefully crafted is of no real consequence as the mother has been compromised to accepting the shock in either case. I will have a word at the end to deal more with the psychology of the piece but without further ado, I present Another Night, Another Nightmare. Prologue This is a stand alone story although in the Child Nightmare Series. These are not the characters from A Child's Nightmares, [although it is scary enough to imagine their could be even one such creepy kid in this world.] Our dreamer for A.N.A.N. has been a busy little child indeed. He has slowly broke his mother to where he is ready to put her into her final fate. Now step out of bed with our little hero and sneak along to our poor mother's bed. "Mommy...mommy...MOMMY, are you awake?...Are You Awake Yet Mommy?...MOMMY." "Ohhh." "Mommy, I had another nightmare. Mommy you're awake now...right." "...yes Michael, I am awake." "I didn't mean to wake you up mommy. But I had another nightmare. Can I tell it to you like last night." "Michael, you have had a nightmare every night this week since your daddy started night shift and you know what happened last night. Michael mommy thinks you are having too many 'nightmares'." "No mommy, I just have this really bad one tonight. Please mommy it is way badder then yesterday even. I was so scared mommy." "Michael, is this another dirty nightmare?" "Yes mommy, it is really, really, really dirty." "Michael, you know what happened last night. You got carried away Michael. I never realized what a big boy you are getting now. Michael I don't think you should be having such dirty nightmares about your own mommy." "I don't want to mommy but I do every night now. You said last week that I could tell you my nightmares when I got scared." "That was for your dream about the cookie monster Michael, I never knew you were going to be telling me dreams where I get used and abused in every filthy manner imaginable. Michael don't you know how embarrassed I get when you describe so many dirty things happening to me?" "It is okay mommy." "Michael, it is not okay. And what you did to me last night was very, very bad. I think you better go back to bed now." "No mommy. I had a nightmare. You said I could tell you my nightmares. You promised mommy. I tricked you and you never had your fingers crossed so now you can't break a promise. You know that a promise, is a promise, is a promise. I read that in a story on the internet mommy." "What story Michael" "Just a story where I got some good ideas mommy." "...yeah, well a promise is very important Michael but it is not nice to trick someone to make them promise. You tricked mommy so many times that you hurt my feelings now. I don't even know if I still believe that these are real nightmares. I only promised you could tell me nightmares Michael; not made up stories." "These are real mommy. You believe me. I am not a liar, mommy." "Of course I believe you Michael. Mommy knows you would not lie otherwise mommy would have to wash your mouth out with soap like last time and you would not like that again." "I am not even lying mommy." "...Okay, but honey can't you just release mommy from her promises. You tricked me Michael. It makes me feel so bad when I have to let you talk so dirty. I am still your mommy Michael. I think since you already had so many nightmares you should be able to go back to sleep now." "No mommy, this nightmare was the worst one. There were lots of scary gorillas." "GORILLAS!?!" "Yeah, at the zoo mommy." "Yuck Michael, not gorillas." "They're really big mommy. I saw in a film when they do it that they just jump all over. If that happens to you then you can get hurt really good." "Michael, why would you even want that? Didn't I explain yet that it is not fun for girls to get raped." "I know THAT mommy. But that is why the nightmare is scary to me because when I shove you in the gorilla cage at the zoo all of them gang-rape you until you just get totally fucked." "Michael I wished you would not use language like that." "I can say any swear word mommy. I made you promise just like the boy in the story I read." "What story?" "Just a story mommy. I get to use swear words." "I KNOW you get to use them, but please don't Michael." "Nope. I have to mommy, otherwise I will sound like a dork." "I don't even know where you learned so many swear words Michael. You better tell me what stories you read where little boys trick their mommys." "I am just going to tell you about the gorillas all fucking you and cumming in you and all the people watching." "oh my god, Michael...just do it. You could barely get up for school this morning. It is already almost five o'clock. Your daddy will be home in just a couple of hours and I don't want him to find out how easy you tricked me. And know funny stuff tonight. You were very, very bad last night when you tried to get your cock in my mouth and had the accident all over my face. If you do that again then I will break the deal with you and never let you tell me a nightmare again." "You can't break a deal mommy. You promised." "I don't care Michael. If you do anything bad tonight then I will break the deal." "What a rip off mommy. I did not even get any cum I your mouth last night." "Of course you didn't, Michael. When you jumped on me and got your knees to hold me down I knew what you were trying. I would have pushed you off if you did not have me trapped in the blankets. It was very awful when you pulled my hair and tried to make me suck your cock. I think you got too excited by your dirty nightmare otherwise you would not have been so bad right?" "Yeah mommy." "Maybe I better be careful tonight. Before you talk about the gorillas gang raping me, I want you to promise me that you won't try to stick your cock in mouth again." "What about your cunt then mommy." "OH MY GOD!!! Michael!!! How could you say that? Oh my god, Michael." "I'm not going to do it mommy." "You better not. You know what would happen and tonight would be the worst possible night." "You are still not on the pill, right mommy." "...Yes. Michael, I don't know why you get be breeded in every nightmare but I told you that your daddy had an accident. If I ever really get a baby he will know it is not his so don't even get an idea or I will really take you to a doctor." "No! No, no, no! You can't ever tell anyone mommy. I made you promise." "But you never tricked me yet into getting to put your cock into my unprotected cunt. Michael I will tell even your daddy if you try it. I want you to promise me that you will try not to stick your cock in my mouth or my fertile cunt tonight." "I don't have to mommy." "Yes you do Michael." "Uh-uh." "Michael please." "Okay mommy, but first you have to make me a new deal." "What is that Michael?" "If I promise you then you have to take off your covers tonight so I can see you in your nighty." "No way Michael." "Yes mommy. And I want that other nightie. The one that I can see through. And no underwear or I won't promise to try not to stick my cock in your cunt tonight." "Michael that is too much." "That is the deal mommy or you might have to get my baby." "...this is so unfair...okay. Promise me then." "You have to promise first." "Why?" "I don't want to get tricked mommy." "You don't even trust me? Okay, I promise to go put on my see-through, short, little nightie and let you see me." "ALL-NIGHT mommy; anytime I have a nightmare." "Michael...All night anytime you have a nightmare, but you better not have anymore." "And no underwear either." "Okay, okay, no underwear. I promise to wear no underwear and let you look at me in my see-through nightie all night anytime you get a nightmare. There are you satisfied." "Yep You can go put it on now." "First you have to promise to try not putting your cock in either my mouth or my cunt and just to prove I am not going to get tricked this time you have to say forever; and my ass too; and you can not put your fingers behind your back or cross them or anything." "Okay mommy, I promise to forever TRY to not fuck you in your mouth or cunt or ass." "Wait...Michael that didn't sound right. Was that a real promise." "You heard me mommy. It was your idea for the words so we have a deal. Go put on your nightie." "This is not even proper Michael. I should not have even needed to make a deal just so you would try not to stick your..." "...what mommy? You can't hear me with the door shut can you? Get dressed up for me slut because tonight we are making a baby. I promised to try not to stick my cock in you but if it accidentally gets in you when I am humping you then that will just be too bad. Now hurry up and let me see my first look at your cunt at last." "I'm coming out Michael." "Okay mommy, I am rea...WOW!" "I never even wore this for your dad Michael. It was a joke gift." "You should wear it to the store shopping mommy. I am getting a hard cock." "Michael! I am still your mother. I know you have funny ideas but I am practically freezing in this thing..." "Is that why your nipples are hard." "MICHAEL!! You just have your fun looking if that is what it takes because at least now I know for sure you will never try to touch me again." "That is not what I promised mommy." "...what?" "I only promised to try to not get my cock in your holes." "yeah...well...Wait a minuet Michael. That isn't a promise to even do anything. You can just say it is like an accident or something." "I guess I could." "But I wanted you to promise me that yo would not get me pregnant or do anything dirty." "Then you should have been more careful mommy." "MICHAEL!!! NO!!! Michael you can't. Please baby. Please promise me again." "I don't have to mommy." "Michael I can't get your cock into my cunt tonight. It is the worst time." "Really?" "Michael isn't there any deal I can make so you don't stick your cock in me tonight?" "How come tonight is the worst night. I bet it is the perfect time for you to get pregnant right?" "Michael is that what this has all been about? Did you somehow figure out when mommy had her times of the month." "Maybe mommy. It would not be very good if I put my cock in your cunt tonight if it is the best night to get you knocked up. I can be fair too so since you made a bad deal last time I will make you a new one." "And you won't get me pregnant tonight??" "The deal will be that I will say that I will wait one week before any accidents will happen to you and you can make sure that any accidents will only happen when you are not perfect for baby making time until you get onto the pill. But you have to let me take back my last promise so I can get my cock in you even when it is not accidents and when I do get my cock in you I can do it anyway I want and you can never try anything to get away and no one can ever find out even." "This better not be another trick Michael...I can't have a baby...oh god!...okay you little brat. I release you from your promise to try not to fuck me and you can do anything you want, and I have to let you and can never tell anyone or ever try to stop you." "Okay that was a good promise mommy now I will make mine..." "WHAT ARE YOU DOING MICHAEL?" "Just crossing my fingers." "But a promise does not even count if your fingers are crossed." "I know." "But...but...Michael, this isn't even fair." "Do you want to make one more deal mom?" "What." "I will promise you that you are going to get fucked right now and by the time dad gets home you will be knocked-up; and when I come home after school I will bring home some bad black boys because that is how I want to fuck you then and you will take me to the zoo this weekend too now lay down bitch before I fucking smack your face." The end? Another Child, Another Nightmare By Mkarl Hello and welcome to Another Child, Another Nightmare, the third in what I intend to be a massively overexploited series on the concept of how kid's logic can be twisted by a pervert into the most bizarre of scenarios. If this is your first exposure to my child's nightmare line, have no fear. The stories are all the same [really] It is always the same creepy kid and the same dumb mom. Each story in itself presupposes that the other ones are nothing but fiction. If this confuses you for the moment, have no fear as the story below is self explanatory so just read on and enjoy or get shocked and morally outraged [the choice is yours] And now for our feature presentation… A.N.A.N Prologue: The scene is the same as always. A child wakes in the middle of the night. Has he had a nightmare? Creeping down the hallway in his little pajama's we might soon get the answer. She is a sleep. Dad is not there so mom is on her own and the boy wakes her up. "What is it precious?" "I had a dream mommy?" "Oh. Well you have lots of dreams honey, Didn't you remember dreaming about the new puppy you wanted?" "Not a dream like 'that' mommy. It was a nightmare type dream." "Ohhh. Okay. It scared you huh." "Yeah mommy, I read on the Internet at school that a mommy should promise her little boy that when ever he has a nightmare she has to let him wake her up and tell her." "That sounds weird Michael." "Yeah mommy, because the Internet said that a promise is a promise is a promise and the only way to break a promise is if you cross your fingers. Is that true mommy." "While… It does sound like a good idea. You know mommy always tries to teach you what is write." "Yeah-yeah mommy, but you have to promise I can tell my nightmares and no fingers crossed either." "Michael, you can tell me, you know I don't want you to be scared." "NO mommy. It has to be a promise." "Why Michael?" 'JUST DO IT MOMMMMMY… And no fingers crossed." "Okay, okay. Sheesh. I promise you can tell me your nightmares Michael." "And you will never get mad mommy." "Of course not. You know…" "PROMMMise it, mommy" "Okay Michael, I promise never to get mad at your nightmares that I have to listen to." "Okay… and you are suppose to promise never tell anyone because I won't like that." "Michael, I am your mommy. I won't tell stories to embarrass you. Nothing is bad at having nightmares.: "MOMMMMMY!!" "OKAYYY! Michael what is with you tonight? I promise not to tell anyone about your nightmares." "Good. Okay mommy this next one is important but remember you can't get mad. In my nightmare tonight was some swearing. I know you spanked me before but I can not tell the nightmare the right way if you do not promise to let me use the bad words and since you promised to listen to my nightmares and not even get mad, you have to promise to let me use bad words too." "What?!?" "Yeah mommy, I learned it on the Internet at school so it is true." "I don't think so Michael… What type of bad words?" "All of them mommy except maybe names of people. I could not figure out if the boy could say 'that' word or not." "What?!?" "Just promise me mommy. I already have you tricked so good. You have to let me swear anyhow cause you are not allowed to get mad or tell anyone so just promise me." "MICHAEL!!! OH-MY-GOD. What is this about!… Yeah I guess it would not make any difference but I will not like it so swear however you like I promise you." "Good mommy. There are more promises later but first I need to tell you my nightmare. I read it so funny but it needed to be better because the mommy confused the boy and he couldn't say the nightmare right so I wrote it down in school today what I thought he was going to say about his nightmare." "What??… You had this 'nightmare' at school???" "Just listen mommy. It is so funny because the gorillas are really strong and mean…" "What Gorillas??" "Don't interrupt mommy. That happened in the other nightmare and everyone got mad because they wanted the gorillas so this time the nightmare is going to get told. I have wrote notes on this paper to make sure all the good parts are listened to by you and then when I freak you out I can maybe trick you to getting fucked and sucking my cock but that will be later." "MICHAEL STOP RIGHT NOW!!!!!!" "NO MOMMY!… you just listen. I learned to trick dumb stupid mom's from the story, and now it is too late for you so just listen while I tell you that you got raped so hard by every gorilla. I am going to use every swear word to make you wild but you promised you can't get mad so just take it mommy… And you promised never to tell daddy… So just listen!!!" "oh no." "HA-Ha-Ha-Ha. Mommy, I new that story would be true. Mom's are so dumb. You act like you are always in charge but we are the boys and you are just another girl so I am going to teach you that you can never be my boss again. First I am going to make you feel like a dirty, filthy slut when you listen to gorilla's rape you and then when I make you cry and beg me to stop taking so dirty, I will trick you so I can fuck you. I already replaced your birth control with sugar pills and you were so dumb you did not even know did you? I had to wait while I checked the garbage to figure out when you would be ready for a baby and that is tonight so lets get started mom. Are you ready?" " " "Mom?' " " "Mommy. Are you ready? " " "Okay, be that way. You are not going to spoil this so just try not to talk and look at me with those big shocked eyes. It makes me happy and I hope you start cry-babying too. I don't even care cause little boys get horny and stupid mom's try not to get fucked so you all deserve this especially when you are so pretty." " " "The nightmare was suppose to be a trip to the zoo but I also like Julia Roberts Gorilla Gang Rape too mommy. The boy who wrote them was not too smart about gorillas and I guess I am not either so maybe someone will teach us later on the Internet so next time a boy can make the gorillas more real, but for now I nightmared that we went to the zoo. You had sexy cloths on like always and your tits and ass were very good so kids were looking. I liked that so many were around and knew the parents and teachers could have so much to explain when you went into the gorilla cage. I tricked you to come right away to the gorillas even though you thought I wanted to see the tiger cats but if I put you in that cage you would just get eaten and that is another nightmare for later. First you have to go in gorilla cages and elephant cages and snakes and horses and lots of dog pounds. Only boy gorillas were in the cage because the girl gorillas were what animals get in heat. The boy gorillas were all nice and horny and waiting for a fuck toy so I dropped my hat on the tree branch and asked you to lean over and grab it. You thought I would hold you but I pushed your ass and you fell in right on your face. Two gorillas started fighting for you. One grabbed your head so hard it was like I started to think he ripped it off but not in this nightmare. The other gorilla grabbed your leg and they tug of warred until you were almost in pieces but lucky they started fighting each other for the toy and another gorilla picked you up off the ground. I have to mention that people looked at everthing. No one is allowed to stop zoo animals from fucking or it might hurt their feelings because they are in cages so everyone just took pictures and waited. Some stupid mom's covered the kids eyes and made them leave but first everyone could see. One teacher had too many kids and could only answer lots of questions. The TV news got there quick and said video could go to the Jerry Springer show…" "Jerry Springer??? At least, Oprah." "Yeah maybe mom, but only if you get breeded by the gorillas cause Oprah has class and only the best guests. Jerry would be better because he would have the gorillas on stage with you and they would attack you again when he gave the signal so the audience would cheer to see all your cloths get ripped off. Jerry has those little dots that could cover so people at home would not have to see too much when the gorilla cocks go in you again as long as you were not to wiggling around so the dots slipped." "Michael… This is so sick. Just fuck me now. I can't listen any more." "Not yet mommy. But if you are ready to promise me then I will finish really quick because I do not even know how gorillas really fuck. Unless someone teaches me better, I can't do much more so lets just say every gorilla makes you suck cock and jumps all over you and rapes you ass and especially your cunt again, and again, and again. Every gorilla fills you with cum and your whole body gets wet and everyone takes pictures and you always are known as a dirty gorilla mom." "SICK! I would cry but what is the use. I just give up Michael. Do whatever you like. I admit it. I was a stupid mom and you are the smart kid. I can't tell anyone and if I try to spank you then I would probably get beat up so just fuck me if it is so damn important to have a little brother… But remember what I told you… I might make a little girl." "Then you will have more babies until a boy comes out so I can play games with him." "Just don't think your ever going to play 'games' with your little sisters Michael because mommy got tricked fair and square but your sisters will be too little for fair tricking." "Yeah well, I am into mom's anyhow so if I play with my sisters it will only be as The Crazy Canuck in my new stories." "WHAT?!?" [Available soon at better pedo sites everywhere] Two More Nightmares By Mkarl First a special thank you from the author. The response to my child nightmare series has been overwhelming. In a way the series is going on indefinite hiatus as a victim of its own success. The volume of emails I have received in the first week of release of the child nightmare series has almost crippled my abilities to get anything else done. People have been too kind and I know there is a great demand for more mother/son sex stories so don't think I am disappearing, but I am going to shift things into a higher gear so we can finally see the mom start getting herself fucked by her horny kid. Before I walk away from the franchise, I am going to see if I can get this fourth story up and running. The first dreamer is an inspiration from a new friend made just these past few days and sees a slightly smarter mom but a slightly smarter kid too. This mom ends up getting compromised as always in the 'end'.. The second nightmare dealt with is going to get messy and disgusting. My previous hinted at pay-toilet idea is going to be SICK, SICK, SICK and something that may never get released except for personal requests. I have already committed to the concept though, and from the comments from my fans at white shadow's I could expect to get strung up by the balls if I don't deliver something so this is going to be like… a dress reversal, where I can find out for myself how it sounds to talk about mommy toilets. As always I will welcome all compliments and/or complaints at writemkarl@hotmail.com please let me know the story you are responding to and the site where you saw it. I will get back to all e-mail within a 48 hour period so if you have not got a response try to mail be again. My computer was bad over the past weekend. As these stories can be archived for centuries. I am starting an internal dating system and this particular work is being crafted on August 2/1999. If you are reading it in say the year 2136 then chances are I won't be able to get back to your e-mail but anyone writing for the next few months should get all the interaction they want. And now the stories: Nightmare Fan Request: A Slightly Smarter Mom, A Slightly Smarter Kid by mkarl with thanks to Sally for some ideas Prologue: As always this is a fictionalized interaction between a mother and her child which plays up the strange qualities of kid's logic and twists those same weird little rules we try to install in our young, into instruments of perverse facilitation. The object is to compromise a mom into a situation she can not get out of in the world of child logic. The window dressing: This kid knows mom broke a promise to him before so that will not be enough to fuck her. The formula needs to get expanded, but he had been thinking about trying to get mom to discuss anal sex and acting like he had a nightmare would be a nice way to bring up the topic. "Hey mom… WAKE UP." "Ohhh, what's wrong." "Nothing mom… Actually I had a nightmare." "Okay, go back to sleep." "I need to talk to you mom." "Honey, it is two in the morning and I have work tomorrow. You know nightmares can't hurt you." "It is just some guy's mom… They were trying to treat you wrong and dad wasn't home. I was trying to stop them but they made me watch them put there… 'Things' in your butt." "What." "I know mom. And it made me feel all funny and when I touched myself something happened and all this white stuff came out all over my hands and in my shorts. It has been all big for an hour mom and I am afraid to touch it anymore or stuff can come out again." "OH-MY-Go… 'racious, honey. Wow… Sit down on the bed okay and let mommy wake up. I guess you are getting to that age. Didn't they tell you anything in school yet?" "Yeah I know about tubes and everything." "So, that white stuff baby, means that you are not really my baby anymore." "You still love me right mom? I wasn't too bad touching it? It just felt good and stuff never came out before." "Of course, I still love you and what you did was perfectly normal but maybe we should wait until daddy can talk to you." "Its okay mommy. Daddy doesn't like to talk like we do." "Well sweety, daddy is a guy and this is sort of a guy thing." "I think dad will get too mad if I tell him I dreamed you all naked and making babies with everyone putting their things in you butt." "That is not how babies get made honey." "Yes it is mom. We learned in school that a boy puts his… Thing in the girl's… Hole, and then does something called sperm and it happens." "Yeah… Well kid… Were you horsing around with Billy when you should have been paying attention to the teacher?" "It was just so stupid mom. I mean the pictures showed the insides of people and the teacher called everything vagina's and penises. Billy started laughing and we just started drawing pictures of how big we were and everything. Scott said that girls have two holes so you can pick them up like a six pack." "That is very crude. Don't say stuff like that." "Sorry mom, it is just Scott told me the other hole is the one called the vagina and that is where babies get made but I know people only have one hole right." "No,,, Haven't you ever seen a playboy or something. I thought every kid had." "Not me mom you would not let dad have any and now I probably got laughed at my Scott and everyone." "Well, honey. I can not believe you thought babies got made from behind…" "And I dreamed it too mommy. In my dream you only had one hole. I never saw you without your panties on." "I am your mom. A mom is suppose to be proper." "Is your other hole bad mom? How come I can't see it." "It would not be right." "I saw your boobies when I milked you as I was little and I saw you that time when I opened the bathroom door when you were in the shower so I saw your bum is like mine but how is your other hole? Does it hurt? Do things fall in it?" "Yuck. You make me sound like a freak. It is just my pussy okay, and it is like every pussy." "I thought it was a vagina." "Yeah it is. Sometimes grown-up's call it other names." "How come… Cause their better words right. Vagina sounds like a pill in a bottle. Pussy sounds nicer and it can be called a cunt too, right mom." "No. You say vagina." "Ohhh mom! I am a big boy. Saying cunt is not going to hurt me." "But I don't like it." "I won't say it… If you show me." "What; NO! I can't… Why… No!" "I won't tell anyone. All I want to do is look where babies get made so I won't be so stupid. You know you taught me how so slow step for the dance. A mom is suppose to teach a boy how girls are." "What would you… Like, how long… I mean…" "Just a minuet mom. If I could see it a minuet then I would not nightmare about them putting it in your ass to make the babies." "Don't swear to mommy." "So you are going to take your panties all the way off and lay down so I can look?" "No! I will just pull them down to my knees and just quick." "I am going to turn on the light so I can see real good mom." "Ooohh." "Okay take the panties down mom." "Just looking… No touching." "Mom you have hair?" "Well, yeah… Are you sure you are being true full to me." "I promise mom. I want to look. It kind of looks funny with all that skin. Do things just fall in that hole?" "No they don't" "What keeps water out in the bath tub mommy. When you stand back up does it all run out?" "NO!" "It doesn't look big enough for a whole baby. Did it hurt when I came out?" "Yes. These questions are not very nice." "I just want to learn. If I touched it then I could see and I would not have to ask any questions if they are too embarrassing." "That would not be right." "In school they always tell us that the way to learn is to do and hands on experience is the best teacher." "But I am not a science project. I am your mother." "No one will know. It is not really dirty. I think it looks cool but I just want to see how tight it is." "Baby, if I let you touch me it could get out of hand. Mommy tries to be good but…" "It is okay. Sometimes it is good to be bad. I came out of that hole so it will be okay if I go back in." "No… ooooh… What are you doing!!" "It is okay mom. I read in a story." "This ISN'T the way YOU ARE suppose to BE TOUCHING ME." "It will make it wetter for when I put my cock in you." "OH GOD!" "Don't try to say no mom. I see your nipples hard under that T-shirt. The story said to squeeze them. I am going to take your shirt off." "Please… Don't" "Its okay mom. You won't stop me. I want to make this easy for you so get on the bed before you think too much." "I can't" "Let me help you." "Ooouppss. Don't push me." "Don't try to act like you don't want it." "Get off of me." "Oh mom. Your hole is tighter then it looked. I wonder if I have any sperm left." "If you do pull out and put it all over my face because mom does not want a baby tonight." "Okay." The End? I welcome anyone who wants to add some meat to this story to continue it as they see fit. My ending does see the kid pull out and blast his mom's face with a huge load that soaks her from hair to chin. They both giggle and a new era in their relationship begins, but that is just how I see it so if you want send me your own endings or better yet, do an entire story and spread it around the net. It can be a lot of fun. Second story: Nightmare: Fans Request: Just the toilet stuff By mkarl Prologue: You get the picture by now, except this kid is a real brat and has little of the subtleties of his predecessors. Mom is just along for the ride. Window Dressings: Basic plot is that mom has been job hunting but with no luck. Kid thinks it would be funny if mom had to take a bad job like whore or porn star. He thinks about it and decides the dirtiest job imaginable would be a human pay toilet at the local playground. The kid obviously is psycho to begin with and this is his first night with mom. He has slipped her some GHB and is now ready for his date with mom. Mom is not going to be coherent or even conscious for parts of this mean little ramble so I am going to mute her and we will just listen as this kid taunts and teases for his own amusement. Read on only if you want to get disgusted and offended because it gets dirty for as long as it lasts. OKAY MOMMY… DON'T FEEL SO GOOD, HUH? YOU ARE SO PRETTY. I AM GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR FACE. YOU HAD SUCH A HARD DAY MOMMY… I KNEW YOU NEEDED REST SO I PUT THE DRUGS RIGHT IN YOUR COFFEE. YOU DON'T NEED TO WAKE UP. JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AGAIN. I HAVE YOUR ARMS TOO TIED UP SO YOU CAN'T EVEN GET UP. I WAS GOING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG. PRETTY, NICE MOMMIES ARE THE MOST FUN TO DIRTY. WHEN YOU ARE LOOKING FOR WORK SO WE CAN HAVE MONEY, I WISH THAT YOU COULD GET A JOB AT THE PLAYGROUND WHERE THE BOYS PLAY BASKETBALL. THE WASHROOM IS ALWAYS BROKE SO THEY SHOULD GET A BETTER ONE AND MAKE ALL THE BOYS PAY A QUARTER TO PISS OR TWO DOLLARS TO SHIT BECAUSE THAT IS THE GROSSEST THING. YOU COULD MAKE 200 HUNDRED DOLLARS EVERY DAY MOMMY BECAUSE EVERYONE WILL COME FOR BLOCKS TO SIT ON SUCH A PRETTY TOILET TO TAKE A DUMP. YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE TO FLUSH BUT YOU WON'T FILL UP BECAUSE YOU WILL PROBABLY EMPTY ALL THE TIME AS SOON AS YOU START TO GAG. I WILL SAVE UP ALL MY QUARTERS AND EVERY FRIDAY WHEN YOU GIVE ME MY ALLOWANCE I WILL HAVE A SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH… EVEN THOUGH THE TOILET IN OUR HOUSE WORKS GOOD, I WOULD LIKE TO USE YOU INSTEAD. THERE ARE LOTS OF GOOD LOOKING BLACK KIDS THAT WOULD BE SO PERFECT FOR YOU MOMMY. THEY ARE MY FAVORITES. I WOULD LIKE TO SEE FOUR OR FIVE OF THEM PEEING ON YOU AT THE SAME TIME. YOU MIGHT EVEN GET TO BE FUCKED RIGHT EARLY IN THE MORNINGS BEFORE YOU GET TOO YUCKY. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A NAKED TOILET OR YOUR CLOTHES WILL BE RUINED. OH MOMMY YOUR AWAKE AGAIN. THE GHB WILL MAKE IT SO YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS NIGHTMARE SO I AM JUST GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR FACE NOW FOR SOME PICTURES. I HAVE THE VIDEO CAMERA AIMED AT YOU AND AFTER I FINISH SOAKING YOUR FACE I WILL TAKE SOME POLARIDES TO TRADE AT SCHOOL. I AM GOING TO PUSH IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND PEE. WON'T IT BE FUNNY IF YOU SPILL SOME AND WAKE UP TOMORROW AND DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW YOU GOT A WET PILLOW… OH DON'T PASS OUT AGAIN… OH BITCH, I GUESS I WILL JUST PISS ON YOUR FACE… YOUR BED IS GETTING REAL WET BUT THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM… YEAH YOU WOULD MAKE A GOOD TOILET. I THINK I WILL CUM NOW AND JUST LEAVE IT ON YOU WHILE I GO HAVE ANOTHER NIGHTMARE. I HAVE A WHOLE BOTTLE OF GHB AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT NOW. A Child's Nightmare: Revenge of The Mommy By mkarl If you have read the first several entries in the nightmare series then you might be thinking ‘wow... Is this ever one dumb mom.’ The kid is always a creep but what if the mom was just a little bit smarter? Thanks to Sally for the suggestion The Setup: Okay the kid has visited the mom the night before and shocked the hell out of her going through the whole routine of tricking her into making the dumb promises and everything [see A Child’s Nightmare if you have no idea what I am talking about.] The mom basically played along and let the kid explain how he had nightmares of her getting used and abused in every humiliating situation possible. She was a little disturbed by the kid, but this is one smart mom and she saw the hardon junior had to be giving his mom the works, so she rightly figured she might get a second visit the next night and has prepared a little surprise for her naughty little boy. [Note the dialog is presented in play script format] son: Hey mo... your awake? mom: Yes honey, come on in. son: I had a nightmare again mommy. mom: Was it a bad one, like last night? son: Even worse mommy, I nightmared about you... mom: Just a second sweety. son: What are you doing mommy? mom: I dropped something just under the bed before you came in. son: Oh? mom: Okay... yeah I am ready now... you didn't just see my panties when I leaned under the bed did you? son: No. mom: I think you did. I don't really know if I am dressed proper tonight for you to see... if I pull my covers down, my short little nightie is all see-through. son: Mom?! mom: I better pull my covers back up... it isn't very proper is it? It was just so hot tonight... I was going to not use any blanket at all. son: :That's okay. mom: You wouldn't mind? That wouldn't be too embarrassing for you? I am your mom. son: No... I don't want you to be too hot... you can kick all the covers off... I won't even look or anything. mom: I know you won't look... your such a good little boy... why don't you sit on the bed and tell mommy all about your nasty nightmare tonight... you aren't going to do any more smart tricking of me, are you? son: No... I don't think so... but if I make you promise things then they have to be true. mom: Yes they do sweetie... always, unless I can remember to cross my fingers first... Are you going to trick me into something first or tell me dirty stuff? son: Ummmm... I guess dirty stuff... Are you mad at me mommy? mom: Of course not honey, I was tricked last night so I could never get mad at you... don't you remember? son: Yeah, it's just... I don't know. mom: Is my little see-through nightie and tiny panties too distracting? I could put on a robe or something. son: No! That's okay mommy. I like it when you are comfortable. mom: Umm, I am so comfortable, I hardly feel like I am wearing anything at all... I am kind of embarrassed, but just before you came in, I was kind of... touching myself a little bit. Would it be too much if I maybe just did it a little while you tell me how I get fucked in your bad dreams? son: Mommm!?! mom: What? Mom's have feelings too. Michael, you tricked me fare and square so I have to listen to your dirty dreams but if I get so horny then I think I should be allowed to just touch a little. son: Yeah... that sounds fair. mom: Goodie... okay start telling me about your worstest nightmare ever. son: Ummm, I guess that you get raped again. mom: Really, by big, black, sexy nigger gods? son: No, not tonight... I think I did it mom. mom: But sweetie, I am your mommy. son: I know... it's just a nightmare. mom: Do you know what will be fun... could you trick me again into listening to this dirty dream and then tell it to me and I will pretend I don't like it. son: How come mom? mom: It will be a fun game... and if you do it I will give you five free tricks of me, anything your naughty little mind can imagine. son REALLY??? mom: Oh yes son, mommy is so dumb that you are going to trick me right out of these panties anyhow so I might as well just go along. son: Can I just fuck you now mom? mom: Oh-no, honey. It has to be a trick or mommy would be too dirty... but first you have to do your part. son: Then I can fuck you, right mom? mom: un-huh. son: Oh-my-god. mom: God has nothing to do with this sweety, now I need you to talk very loud and act like this is the start of the very first trick and I will fall into your trap but sound sad too okay. son: I guess so, but... mom: Michael, mommy, was sleeping. son: I had a nightmare mommy. mom: Oh-no baby, tell mommy so you can go back to sleep because you have school tomorrow. son: Your going to get mad mommy. mom: Why honey? son: Umm... you need to promise me I can tell you my dream and you won't get bad. mom: Louder Michael, okay? son: Why mom? mom: Michael if you want to trick me to be your little fuck-toy then you have to do what I say. I guess I don't really need to do this first trick part again so I want to start where you see me bend over the bed and ask what I am doing, and I will just say I dropped something, then you force me to listen how you want to rape me and beat the fuck out of me and make me your toilet or fuck the dog or the football team and I will let you trick me into getting fucked by you or sucking your cock or letting you become my total master, but you have to say everything real loud and act like I am helpless and you are being mean to be, okay? son: Yeah. mom: Okay then 1-2-3, start. son: Huh? mom Michael, just do it... again 1-2-3, start. son: What are you doing mom? mom: Nothing honey, I just dropped something on the floor... please don't make me listen to your dirty dream. son: I am going to mommy. I tricked you so you have to listen and then I will trick you and rape you. mom: Oh-no, Michael... please be a good boy. son: I had such a fun dream tonight mommy. I got some of that Ecstasy drug that was on the news and tricked you to eat so much. mom: Michael, that is bad. son: Uh-huh... I liked putting it in your food. You can't taste it, and I will feed it to you. It makes your taste get all funny so then I will get you some orange juice but you won't even know that I put lots of Vodka in it. mom: Not your daddy's best Vokka, Michael? son: Yep. Ecstasy makes girls really thirsty so I make you drink a whole bottle. mom: Have you been reading about Ecstasy on the internet? son: A little. mom: What? son: I SAID 'A LITTLE'. mom: Okay, tell me are you really planning to use some to rape me? son: Yeah and it will make you so friendly that you will even like it. mom: Hmmm... Just a second Michael. son: What are you doing mommy? mom: Just a minuet baby. son: What is under the bed mom? mom: Nothing... I think I should take off my nightie. son: Really mom? mom: Yes but before I do, I want you to act like you are going to rape me on the bed. I want you to say 'but I don't even need Ecstacy to rape a bitch like you then jump on the bed and slap your ass like you just hit me and I will scream, then say 'don't fight bitch' and make another hitting sound and then tell me to suck your cock and I will pretend to do it while you call me names and act like you are raping my mouth but I will pretend to bite you and get on the floor and when I go under the bed then say like 'get back here bitch so I can knock-you up'... Can you remember all that? son: I guess so, but why... mom: This is important Michael, then you can fuck me for real. son: Will you promise me. mom: I promise Michael, and look... no crossed fingers. son: Okay... are you ready? mom Yeah, remember, real loud. son: But I don't even need Ecstasy to rape a bitch like you, mom. mom: Owww, don't hit me. son Don't fight me bitch. Suck my cock. mom Owww, my hair... ummmgh... slurp... acckkk.... gulp.... slurp son. Oww! Fuck, Mom you really bit me. mom Let me go!" son: What are you doing mom?!? mom: Don' try anything Michael, I have a tape-recorder going. son What? mom; You rotten boy... I never knew you were going to rape me... I was just taping you to show your daddy what you were doing? son: Mom??? mom: Yeah, Dad is going to know, so you better not come near me and stick your filthy cock back in my mouth and make me suck it again. son: But I never... mom: Michael what are you doing? You're going to rape me... You're going to rape me. IEEEEEEEEEE! son What are you doing mom? mom: Hmm... this tape is going to sound pretty interesting to your father. son: You can't mom, you promised! mom: Don't be so stupid, A promise doesn't force someone into something. son: But you always said a promise is a promise is a promise. mom: That is what mom's say, but I also tell you to keep your room clean and help with the dishes and you never listen to that. son: This is a rip-off mom. You're not really going to tell dad. mom: Oh yes I am and he will kill you. son: No... Mom!!! mom: I think maybe you will be my slave from now on and do all the housework for mommy. son: This isn't even fair. mom: You're the tricked boy now. MOM’S HAVE NIGHTMARES TOO By mkarl .I was not going to do anymore nightmares for a few months but I have such a difficult time not indulging my whims so here is a twist on the story that shows mom’s have nightmares too. THE JEST OF THINGS: -Each nightmare is a stand alone story and inherently reduces all the others into the status of Internet fiction. -The basic plot sees a kid decide if the plot worked on paper then maybe his mom might just take it too. -The dialogue and logic is exaggerated and twisted to try to approximate the mentality of a very young and extremely creepy little kid. -The actual sex is purposely short changed to reflect the fact that kids are usually a lot more talk then action. THE NEW SPIN: This one comes from the mom and she is horny… Watch mommy get very bad with junior. THE ACTION: Mom Wake up Michael. Son Wha… Mom You were having a bad dream. Son I was? Mom Yes Michael, mommy heard you yelling all the way from my room. Son I was yellin’? Mom You sure were and the things you were saying were just shocking Michael. Son Wha… Mom I never imagined such things could be said by such a young boy, but I guess you are getting bigger now that you had your birthday today. Son Yeah… Mom Did you enjoy all your presents Michael, I hope you liked them. Son Yeah… Of course mom… They were all nice. Mom It is too bad your dad can’t be here for things like this… He has to work too much though huh? I guess that makes you like the man of the house when he is not here now that you are old enough. Son I am not that old mom. Mom I think you are old enough Michael… You are really getting ‘big.’ It won’t be long now to you have girls swarming all over you. Son Moooom! Mom I am proud of my little boy, Mikey… I just was so shocked at your nightmare… I never knew you dreamed of me like ‘that’! Son Like… What? Mom Don’t you remember… me and the.... black guys. Son huh? Mom You remember Michael… You were saying ‘let her go,’ ‘you’re hurting her,’ and a even like ‘stop fucking my mom you blankketty blank blanks.’ Son WHAT?!? Mom Yes Michael… I heard you start yelling names… You were even calling them the n word which I am not very happy about. Son huh. Mom It is okay Michael, I heard everything that you were saying… At first I could not believe it… It sounded horrible because we were just coming home from church and you were shouting to those ni… boys that I was a good little girl and I did not want to be a sexy little n… white fuck toy. Son What??? Mom Michael! You were the one dreaming all this… I am just saying what you were dreaming… I should have woke you up but I wanted to see if you wanted me to get like totally raped or if you would be nice enough to mommy to let me escape all those mean dirty boys. Son I’m sorry mom. Mom Oh… So you DO remember dreaming about mommy getting the fuck beat out of me and getting me gang-raped in all my holes until I was a totally willing little slut to all those big beautiful black cocks. Son no… Yuck… Mom, I would not dream you with nig… Mom Don’t say that word AGAIN Michael! Son I don’t remember this mom… I am so sorry… I know you are a good girl… You would never do this. Mom Sometimes a girl doesn’t have a choice Michael… Even good girls like me are sometimes forced to love filthy sex if some horny boys make us… I could try not to like being with the black boys but what if I did and started cumming on their cocks? Michael you said in your dream that the boys would not let me use my diaphragm… You know that is the only thing that stops me from getting pregnant… You wanted those black boys to knock me up in my fertile womb with their potent seed. Son NO MOM. Mom Is that what you really want… Do you want to see mommy get all pregnant again like when I got all big with you… You were such a big baby… You were a good baby Michael, but dad won’t let me get pregnant again… He always makes me use the diaphragm so you are not going to get your little brother… Is that why you want mom to get raped? Son I won’t dream about this any more mom… I promise… You know I am a good boy. Mom I don’t know. You don’t even remember this dream do you? You don’t remember imaging how I looked stripped naked so you were dreaming about looking at my tits and my cunt… Do you? Son I didn’t see anything mom. Mom Yes you did Michael… You saw mommy naked and sucking on big black cocks… You said that one of those nig… Bad boys was making mommy sit on his huge cock while another boy was… FUCKING ME IN THE ASS… Ohmygod… Michael! You said ‘stop making my mommy be an OREO COOKIE.’ An OREO COOKIE, MICHAEL! Son I’m sorry. Mom I bet… I bet if you took off your covers right now you might even have a big hard cock to imagine seeing my tits or my cunt huh… I bet if I took of my nightie right now that you could even describe the little birthmark on my thigh right by my cunt. Son huh? Mom Yeah… YEAH… That is what I am going to do Michael… If you want to dream about mommy being a dirty little fuck then why should I even were a nightie… I bet this is what you want now that you are getting to be a big boy, huh? Right Michael? Tell mommy. Son What are you doing? Mom Oh… You can dream about mommy getting triple penetrated and having a boy tie me up to a tree and whip me until I tell him I love his black cock, but you get embarrassed about THIS? I don’t think so… I think you want mom to get in your bed so you can grab me by the hair and do the dirty things you dream about. Son but… your my mom… Mom yeah. That’s what I thought… I suppose you want me to make this easy for you huh… What… Should I get down on my knees and just let you take me by the hair and tell me ‘ suck my cock mommy-cunt.’ Son mom… Mom I am getting down on my knees… What does it look like… well… If this is what you want… You little brat. Son We can’t. Mom I am not even going to fight you anymore Michael… Okay… I will be your fucktoy… If you want to give me to black boys then whatever. Son mom? Mom Yes Michael… Get up. Son how… Mom Grab me by the hair… Take down your pajama’s and show mommy-cunt what a big’ boy you are. Son I never did this before. Mom shhh… Son mom? Mom mmmm… slurp… agggckkk… mmmgh… Wow, you get really big honey. Son I never felt anything like this before mom. Mom Call me mommy-bitch or cunt like in your dreams. Son mommy-bitch. Mom Tell me to suck your cock like a dirty cock-sucking mommy-slut whore. Son okay… Suck me you cocksucker mommy-slut whore. Mom Grab my hair and hold me to suck your cock Michael. Son wow. Mom mmmm… Slurp… Mghh. Son I think I am gon… Mom Shoot off? Are you going to shoot off on mommies face? Son mooom… Mom Okay honey… Yeeesssssssssssssss… Cum for mom… Michael… You BAD BOY. Son Some got in your eye mom. Mom I know… ofmygoodness… baby… If that is the way you are going to cum in mom’s cunt then maybe you will get your little brother after all. Son A baby? Mom I can’t stop you Michael. If you want to breed me… Then yep… And tonight is my fertile night and tomorrow and the next day too… Your dad does not get home until the weekend so… Son won’t the baby be weird? Mom that only happens if there is generations of this sort of thing like if our baby tries to breed me later with my great grandkid… I mean that would be bad… You will just make me be a grandma so that will be okay. Son I better not mom. Mom I thought every kid wanted to knock up his mom… It always happens in those stories on the computer by mkarl. Son Really? Mom Yes, and it sounds so sexy too… You could measure my tummy every day to see how our baby is making me bigger and bigger… I will tell dad it is his… He won’t be very happy but so what. Son Okay. Mom Okay? You want to breed me? Son Yeah… Mom Good… Okay… Let me get on your bed… Or do you want to be the real man of the house and fuck me in dad’s bed. Son We can just use mine. Mom oh… Okay… It will still be good, huh… You get to be a real mother-fucker. Son We can’t ever tell anyone can we mom? Mom umm… Maybe some friends if you trust them. Son Really??? Mom Whatever you think is best… Remember you are raping me by tricking me to be your sex-slave so I have to let you even breed me. Son yeah… Okay. Mom I think that you can find black boys or like a dog or any of those ideas in mkarl’s stories… If I try to say no then you should tie me up and beat the fuck out of me… We will have a safe word but you can put tape on mommies mouth so I can’t say it.Now fuck me you little bastard and breed me and then piss on my face. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Shit… It was all my dream… Mom is bitching that I will be late for school if I don’t get my ass out of bed… Hmm… Dad is not around today… Maybe it is time for mom to get a morning visit from a kid in a mask… Catch her in the shower… Yeah… Open your mouth mom and say ahhhhh! mkarl2000@hotmail.com Monday/august 23/1999 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 10