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Some Dreams Come True - 1
by JChames (nasty.story.jack@gmail.com)

***

A son loses his father in a tragic accident and in 
the process, loses his left leg and hand from below 
the wrist. During his recovery and after, his 
adolescent desire to have sex with his mother becomes 
an all-consuming need to be her new man and take his 
father's place as protector and lover. (F/m, ped, 
inc, 1st, rom)

***

Part One: Waking up.

Two months in, I woke up from a coma. 

Mary, that's my mom was setting next to my bed with 
tears still in her eyes. I know mothers do that but 
still it confused me. I was alive, I could feel and 
move my toes and fingers and all in all I didn't hurt 
and then it all rushed back. 

Dad (Peter Grossman) had taken the brunt. An act of 
god I suppose as the next to the last thing I 
remembered was a small trees root system coming 
through the roof of the car and hitting dad on the 
head. The last thing was the car swerving toward some 
canyon just outside of Grants Pass, Oregon.

Here's the funny part. I woke with mom crying and 
leaning toward my bed and I thought, I wished I could 
see her nipples because I had seen them once when I 
was twelve and mom was getting dressed and she had 
such lovely breast. They were not huge, but what you 
would call a small C cup maybe 30c and they were 
crowned with a dark areola that was just large enough 
to fit into a man's mouth and they were topped with 
the most deliciously one inch nipples that got very 
erect or hard when she got chilled or excited. 

Anyway I was thinking to myself and just for the 
purpose of being thirteen and in hormone overdrive 
that I would love to see her nipple just then and mom 
adjusted herself and fished one of her tits out for 
me to ogle.

Oh-my-god it was beautiful and as she held it for my 
inspection she tweaked it this way and that that to 
make the nipple fuller and harder. It must have been 
an inch and a half long and looked so suckable that I 
now had a very strong hard-on. 

The door moved, giggled or something and I lost my 
thought. The next thing I knew was a lovely nurse was 
scurrying about my bed and mom had tucked away her 
breast just in timed.

Actually, I might have just thought it had all been 
my imagination had mum's face hadn't seemed so 
flustered. Mom smiled down at me and then bent and 
kissed me on my forehead. "Welcome back to the 
living," she said as her smile thickened. Her smile 
was intoxicating. Mom is or at least to me mom is, 
well an angel or at least the embodiment of one. She 
is five two the finest silver-blonde hair, if you put 
rocks in her pockets she would weigh roughly ninety-
eight pounds. Her legs are just right, she's thin and 
has the loveliest of heart shaped buts and a face of 
an angel and a way about her that either melts your 
will power or causes your hormones to jump off the 
chart. Like I said, at least that was what mom did 
for me.

Dad married Mom when they were both just finishing 
high school and had me in very short time. Now my 
mother was closing to thirty and though she had the 
maturity look of a woman she also had the ability to 
look nearly as young as a high school senior too. 

I was in the hospital up until the day that we buried 
dad and then I went home with Mom. We hardly talked 
to anyone let alone each other for nearly two weeks. 
It was supper time and we had just finished eating 
and Mom was just about to get up and clear the table. 
She had been working hard, I know Dads life insurance 
will be good and take care of us for a couple of 
years but it hasn't come through yet. I looked at her 
and smiled. "Leave them Mom; I'll take care of the 
dishes. Please just go relax in the living room."

Mom didn't bat an eye, she got up and went to the 
living room and then sat, but it seemed she was 
preoccupied with something that would not allow her 
to relax. I walked to the edge of the kitchen and 
leaning against the door jamb I asked. "IS something 
wrong mom?"

She looked at me and smiled with a kind of forces 
laugh that sounded lost. "I don't know what to do, I 
mean, usually it's me doing the dishes and cleaning 
up and you in here watching the television."

I thought about it for a moment and then realized she 
was right. For as long as I could remember Mom was 
the one working around the house and I was always 
doing my own thing, but so was Dad. It was my turn to 
feel confused. "Would you rather be in here cleaning 
mom?"

With a grateful smile she was nodding. "Yes please!" 
she declared. 

I pretended to sigh disappointedly and said with the 
best heavy heart I could muster. "OK mom you can wash 
the dishes if you really want to but you have to do 
it in your underwear." We both giggled at my remark 
and I switched places with my mother and say on the 
couch but could still see clearly into the kitchen. 

Mom stopped at the kitchen table and undressed down 
to her underwear and headed for the kitchen sink. I 
think I said it before but Mom is a knockout and my 
cock jumped to attention in my pants so damn fast. I 
was dumfounded and could not take my eyes off of her 
butt and her tits when she turned this way or that or 
bent to put something in the drawers. 

I thought of shaking her and asking what had gotten 
into her head but I also didn't want to destroy her 
mode of wanting to display herself like that. 
Although I could not help going into the kitchen and 
setting at the table so I could get a better eye 
full. God Jack off fuel for the next decade.

As I watched her move about and watch that heart 
shaped ass slip so close by me and I could smell her 
cleanness it was driving me crazy. "Mom! Stop!" 

Mom she stopped just inches away from me. "Do you 
need something baby?" Mom asked still concerned for 
my needs and oblivious to her dress.

"Well, sort of Mom..." I said really taking this time 
to ogle her delicious body. "Why are you doing this?"

"The kitchen needed to be cleaned baby," she replied 
and turned toward me. Her pussy was warm and her lips 
were thick I could see that the fabric of her panties 
had slipped into the furrow of her lips and they were 
both tight enough and thin enough that I could 
clearly see the outline of her perfect cunt.

"Uh, oh mm," I stammered several times trying to 
clear my thoughts and finally asked in a nervous 
voice. "I mean, why are you cleaning in your 
underwear mom?"

Mom tossed her dishrag at me and smiled. "Because 
silly... you told me too." And then she just stood 
there like she was waiting for more input.

I was stunned, to say the least I was shocked and 
wondering if I wasn't still in a coma and if life in 
a coma was like this, don't wake me. I shook my head 
I was grasping what she was saying to me but why she 
was saying it was driving me crazy. I thought. OK 
Jack, if she's really doing everything you tell her 
to do. I took a deep breath because what I was going 
to say could get me slapped or even kicked out of the 
house. "What I meant to say Mom was that you could 
only clean the kitchen naked."

"Oh!" she said and pulled off her bra and stepped out 
of her panties. I took them from her and sat back 
down watching my mother scurry about the kitchen 
naked while I sniffed her panties where they had sunk 
into her hot cunt. 

When she turned or bent over I had the best view of 
her cunt and tits. God I hurt and wanted to fuck her 
so bad, but even though I had the proof in front of 
me I was still jittery in telling her what I wanted. 
I had to do something with my cock so I went back 
into the living room and stripped naked as well, sat 
on the sofa and started playing with my cock. 
Suddenly my cock went limp. 

The truth of what was happening hit me hard. It was 
mind control and whatever had happened to me that 
killed my Dad now made Mom obey anything I said. Hell 
I suddenly knew without a doubt that if my mother 
came in here right now I could tell her to suck my 
cock and she would... no questions asked. 

I had every teenager boy's wet dream and I knew I was 
going to take advantage of it, but I also wanted more 
from it, not mechanical but love. I wanted to have to 
work for it rather than just own it. Mom came in from 
the kitchen and I asked her to set next to me so that 
I might play with her tits. She did and when I asked 
her to bring life back into my cock her touch 
achieved that easily. The problem was, my Mother was 
not moaning, she was not getting off on touching my 
cock at all. "Don't you love me Mom?" I asked.

Mom looked me in the eyes, her hand never leaving my 
cock and said. "Yes Jack I do love you, I would do 
anything in the world for you."

"Then why aren't you getting off on touching me mom?" 

"You are my son Jack. I love you, but I am not in 
love with you." she said and it was much of a 
conformation of what I had already thought.

"Is there any way I can make you fall in love with me 
mom?" I asked hoping beyond hope that under my power 
she would have no reservations in telling me what I 
wanted to know.

"My poor baby." Mom said and kissed my cheek, she 
leaned back her hand still pumping my cock like a 
professional hooker. 

"You cannot force someone to fall in love with you, 
but because I already love you as my son, if you can 
convince me that I could not live without your love 
and your touch it would be so easy for me to fall in 
love with you... after all, you are so much like your 
father already I would love to have him back or a man 
just like him."

"Thank you Mom." I said, my cock was about ready to 
explode and when I grunted mom just kept pumping away 
just as if it were an everyday exercise and I came on 
her hand and my stomach. Not as hard as I have ever 
come but it felt good. Finally 

I had to tell her to stop and I seemed to just drift 
off to sleep. 

Part Two Reality.

My eyes opened and closed rapidly as they attempted 
to clear my vision and I could hear my mother 
excitedly calling out to someone. "Oh my god, he's 
waking up." She repeated this several times as my 
senses started to slip back into place.

I felt half of my body was taped up and tied down 
with either needles or restraints attached to me as 
my other half of my body almost seemed to be floating 
and my head was a jumble of a mask that had one tube 
going up my nose and one going down my throat and I 
was now fighting it. I was crying and thrashing the 
free half of my body while white coated people rushed 
in to where I was, holding me down, I heard a man's 
voice instructing me to calm down and suddenly the 
tubes were being removed and a light was being 
bounced off of my still blurred eyes.

Slowly over the next hour I started feeling like I 
was alive again and my sight was coming back to me. I 
wished they had left me where they had found me. my 
left leg and arm was gone from just above my knee and 
half way to my wrist and the last thing I remembered 
in my mind was mom jacking me off until I came in her 
seemingly trance like condition and before I told 
anyone I realized I was still out and dreaming. 

The reality of going off that cliff with Dad driving 
and him being ripped apart from me and the car only 
made me sob and have nightmares. I would wake up 
sobbing and go to get out of bed only to have a nurse 
push me back in it.

The doctor set therapy sessions up and I was walking 
in what felt like forever but reality was the Doctor 
was pleased that 

I had recovered as well in just five months. Mom was 
there every step of the way and all I could think of 
was our conversation in my dream, being the man she 
could not live without and longed for his touch. That 
drove me on.

Home day came and I was actually able to walk the 
hallways and even tie my shoes with my new hand-like 
appendage. The doctor said I would still need therapy 
but that it would be good for me to get out and re-
experience life.

That sucked. I was glad to be home, the house looked 
bigger than it had when dad was alive and my 
nightmares still haunted me. One other thing was my 
mother had male suitors calling her for dates. Each 
time I was sure she was talking to one of them I 
became agitated and very peevish towards her for the 
next hour or so.

This would eventually set mom off in a crying frenzy 
and I felt bad but I was damned if some other man was 
going to move in and take my mother away from me. 
once she was talking to her favorite caller, I think 
his mane was Earl or something like that and the way 
they were talking about going off to meet at a 
restaurant and he would say something and Mom would 
giggle. I knew I was on the verge of losing her to 
some money grabbing asshole who would want to be my 
new daddy or something and it infuriated me.

I put on my walking leg and dressed for the weather. 
I would walk over to the school where I would start 
again in a month or so and check it out while it was 
still empty. As I passed Mom she whispered to Earl 
that I was going out for a while. I couldn't take it. 
I spun around and glared at her. Mom looked up at me 
and had the nerve to ask me what was wrong, so I told 
her.

"What do you mean mom?" I snapped pointing my cane at 
the phone in her hand. "If all you can think of is 
getting together with some guy so you can have a bed 
partner but can't because I'm always here then I 
suggest you two rent a hotel room and go fuck."

My lips were quivering as I started to turn and mom 
grabbed me by my arm keeping me from being able to 
turn. "Now just one moment young man!" she snapped as 
she stood up. "I'll have you know that I have been 
here, right here all this time and when I wasn't here 
I was at the hospital begging you to live and now 
that you are better I just want some life of my own."

I almost faltered but I knew if I did I would lose 
her forever to Earl. "Fine, I'm sorry I'm an 
inconvenience to you now that I'm awake. You two go 
and have a good time, don't worry about me!" I jerked 
my hand free and turned to leave but at the door I 
stopped and looked back. "If you and dear old Earl, 
want to play then let me know so I can get out of 
your way and your life!" and I hurriedly left. I only 
wished that I knew how to seduce my mother into 
loving me and only me but I was afraid I was losing 
that battle and it was killing me inside.

I couldn't tell you where all I went but I did not 
return home until very late that night and my mother 
was in the living room waiting for me. I walked in 
and closed the door she simply said. "Come and set 
with me, we need to talk."

I knew we were about to split the bill, or at least I 
had that gut feeling. Mom patted the couch next to me 
and I sat. The room was not well lit but I could tell 
that mom had been crying. "Why are you acting like 
this Jack?"

"Acting like what?" I asked, I was going to force mom 
to spell it all out for me.

"You know, acting like a spoiled child who just can't 
seem to get his way." Mom swallowed hard and squeezed 
my hand. 

"Baby, I need companionship."

OK it was my stage, I was up next and I needed to 
make my point or forget it all. I squeezed mom's hand 
back and said in the most sincere voice I could 
muster. "I know you do, I would do anything to have a 
chance to be that person for you."

Mom coughed and I thought I heard a short frantic 
laugh in her voice and she asked. "You want to be 
my?" again she coughed. "My what? My companion, my 
mentor?" Mom was sounding agitated and that laugh, 
short and frantic and it seemed to rake hot coals 
over my skin as she mocked me. "What you would want 
to be my lover?"

I had bumbled and messed up, my eagerness to start a 
life as my mother's lover had cost me everything. The 
pit of my stomach felt painfully hollow. I held out 
my hand and stopped her from going on. "Please stop 
mom." I said and she opened her mouth to continue and 
I cut in sharply. "Damn it stop!" I was crying, not 
sobbing but thick tears was washing my face. 

"I realize I was asking much too much of you, I know 
you probably think I'm sick for loving you that way, 
but I do and I can't help loving you that way."

"Oh baby." Mom started but I cut her off.

"No you are right. We cannot be any more than what we 
are now and never can be." I looked at my prosthetic 
leg and arm and hated myself for being incomplete. "I 
know me being your son is an obstacle and me being 
disfigured is even harder so if you need a whole man 
than go ahead and get with Earl and have a good 
fuck!"

I didn't, couldn't say anything else. I felt betrayed 
that she would not even entertain the idea of how 
much I loved her, 

I pulled myself up and even as mom was trying to hold 
on to my hand I pulled away. I could not handle her 
touching me ever again as a lover or a son if she 
betrayed me with that Earl. I pushed away from her 
catching a stagger from the force and went to my 
room. 

I made sure that I avoided mom, she was always at my 
door begging me to talk about it and I knew she only 
wanted to ground the hot ashes of my uncommon desires 
into my flesh. Finally when I knew she was out of the 
house I wrote her a note and put it on her pillow.

Dearest to my heart.

I already know that this note will fall on deaf ears 
and blinded eyes but it has to be said. I love you, 
even if you are my mother I love you in a non-
mother/son way and I am afraid I always will although 
from your reaction I know this can never be and it 
hurts, even if the world says it's wrong I cannot 
change who I am any more than a leopard can change 
its spots. 
I will try to be here when you need me, but I cannot 
be with you as we once were because my desire to love 
you as more 

than my mother is too strong. 

I love you mom.

Jack.

Part Three. Mary's education

When Mary asked to talk to Nurse Connie the 
receptionist explained that it was her night off. 
"Oh, I see." Marry said feeling a dread clocking her 
world she pulled out a yellow post-it and wrote her 
name and phone number on it then handed it to her. 
"When she comes back would you please have her give 
me a call?"

The receptionist read the note and looked up into 
Mary's eyes. "Why, you are Jacks mother aren't you?"

Mary's eyes lit with joy, a spark of hope, she nodded 
vigorously. "Yes, that's me."

"Well, in that case," the receptionist said and wrote 
a note of her own and handed it to her. "This is 
Connie's address she does not have a phone, anyway 
she said that if you should ever show up and ask for 
her to give you her address."

Mary felt that she had been thrown a preserver in a 
torrent of tides. She took the address and thanked 
her. Within ten minutes Mary had crossed the city and 
was driving down a small partially paved road that 
led to a small house on the back end of a larger farm 
and she thought it must have been one of them mother-
in-law-houses he had always heard of. Mary parked the 
car and heard dogs barking in the back as she walked 
to the front door and rang the bell.

Mary jumped each time the dogs barked as if they 
might get free and bite her and then the door opened 
and the nurse from the hospital smiled and welcomed 
her in.

Her home was bright and cheerful with portraits of 
couples that Mary assumed were her family or close 
friends on the walls. There was a younger man than 
Connie setting quietly in the living room reading the 
daily paper but his dress was not of a farmer but a 
business man and again she assumed he was her 
boyfriend or even husband. After all Connie was 
perhaps in her mid-fifties and these days it was less 
common for an older woman to attract younger men, she 
thought from his demeanor that the young man was 
close to her age. 

"How is your son doing? How is Jack?" Connie asked 
truly sounding hopeful of his situation.

Mary could only sigh. "He is not talking to me right 
now, there was a situation and I fear I may have 
handled it badly." 

Mary said and looked over at the young man still 
content in reading the newspaper and not paying much 
attention to the two women.

"Let me see if I can guess," Connie said, thinking 
back to when Jack was in the hospital and then she 
grunted an, "Oh yea, now I remember." Then she looked 
Mary in the eyes and said, "It was either he proposed 
that you and he try and hook up or he blew a gasket 
when he heard or saw you talking to a prospective 
gentleman."

Mary's eyes went wide. "Both actually, but how did 
you know?"

"Before I tell you, I want you to meet my son Jason." 
Connie led Mary over to the living room and had them 
set down together so all three could convers easily. 
"Jason is a pediatrician and a youth phycologist who 
has helped hundreds of young people adjusts to losing 
a parent and along the way he has discovered some 
helpful things about tragedy attachments."

Mary put her hand out to Jason and shook it firmly. 
"I'm impressed; you seem so young to have so much 
experience."

"Thank you," Jason said and released his hand from 
Mary's. "What I have discovered is that in ninety-
nine percent of pre-teens under the age of twelve who 
are involved in the tragic loss of their other parent 
learn to adjust to standards much more easily than 
older teens. After that age it is scattered. About 
twenty-five percent adjust just as the younger set 
does and another twenty-five go to drugs or both 
boy's and girl's slip into prostitution. Thirty two 
percent self-destruct and run away or commit suicide 
while the rest of the children believe that they need 
to fulfill the role of the lost parent male or female 
and that means try to fulfill all aspects from care 
giving to sexual activity."

"Oh my!" Mary gasped not realizing the situation. 
"What happens when the children who feel a need to 
fulfill the lost parents roll is discouraged or 
denied?"

"Remember that you had no idea of all of this. It is 
still relatively new science but the numbers are 
consistent." Mary felt her insides roll into a tight 
ball. "Three percent of discouraged or denied 
children suffer an emotional cascade and burn the 
situation out of their system and return home. Though 
they seem to care very little for the remaining 
parent from then on. The other ninety-seven percent 
commit suicide."

Tears were streaming down Mary's face now, she had 
never meant to hurt her son in such a way and she was 
not sure she could live with herself if she did. "Can 
it be fixed?" she asked feeling sick to her stomach.

"Most of the time," Jason said, but if you already 
have your convictions set it might not work."

"What do I need to do, I will do anything to get him 
back, I love my son and we have always been close, 
now I've gone and destroyed that."

"Are you sure you would do anything?" Jason asked.

Openly crying Mary sobbed, "Yes anything!"

"You'll have to seduce him, but you will have to make 
him think it is something that is happening to you 
and not something that you are doing to him."

Mary looked at Jason as if he had just slapped her 
and asked. "You are really saying that I will have to 
seduce my son and make love with him in the process."

Jason nodded. "Yes, but if you cannot do it, just be 
prepared."

Mary turned to Connie and asked, "How did you know my 
son wanted me like this?"

Connie smiled. "I have seen it several times and 
every time I have been right about it. Remember I was 
your son's nurse and I was there nearly every time 
you walked into the room and he could smell your 
perfume he got an erection and when he heard your 
voice he came in his underwear." She was in a slight 
blush. "You may not know this but your son has a nice 
sized cock, not that I would ever do anything with 
him, I have one for my own pleasure," she said. 

Jason walked up behind her and gave her a hug, 
tilting her head to one side he kissed her ear and 
down her neck then he looked up at Mary. "Are you 
surprised Mary?" 

Actually Mary felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach 
that like an electrical current jumped to her thighs 
and moistened somewhere deep inside of her vagina 
causing her to gasp in the slightest way. What had 
been frightened of being alone in this. 

Her feelings had been strong for Jack, first as a 
mother and then as something else. When Jack had 
asked her to bridge the gap she was so afraid of the 
void between normal and incestuous relationships with 
her son. She was not alone but still she wondered if 
she had the ability to move past what society deemed 
as normal. "No and yes, confused mostly." 

She said seeing the love between them. "When I first 
came here and seen Jason I thought he was your 
younger lover and I was right, but it was not until 
you told me that he was your son perspective 
changed."

"You don't seem to be repulsed by the knowledge," 
Jason replied, pleased that she can accept others in 
this relationship, but what about her own. "Do you 
think you could be there for your own son like this?"

Mary watched as Jason gave Connie a loving kiss, not 
a mother/son loving kiss but one of lust and lovers 
passion. "I don't know, but if it would save my son's 
life then I would be willing to at least try," she 
said and meant it. "What do I do now?"

"First!" Jason said releasing his mother from her 
caress he leaned forward and took Mary's hand in his, 
making sure he had her attention he said, "You must 
try and fix what you have done, apologize not for 
what you said but for your reaction to what he 
wanted, at first try to reach him by yourself."

"And if I cannot?"
 
Connie put her hand on Mary and Jason's. "Then we 
will help as much as we can."

Now that electricity was back. Something she and her 
husband had talked about in the recent past to help 
keep their love making stimulated was the ideas of 
partner swapping. Somehow those talks had really 
gotten to her. "Thank you," Mary said feeling a sort 
of sexual heat generating between the all, she pulled 
her hand back and rose to her feet and she felt the 
wetness between her legs and thought for the briefest 
moment that she could even smell her sexually 
heightened cunt. "I will let you know." 

Part four. Jack and Mary went up the hill and...

Mary was nervous when she walked in to her home, it 
was quiet and thought she should change her cloths, 
maybe even take a shower before she put on new ones, 
the crotch of her silk panties had bunched because of 
the sticky hot moisture and she was still not sure 
just how far she would let this go. 

Putting her panties and bra in the laundry basket she 
wrapped herself in a robe and sat on the bed to put 
her hair up so she could cover it. She heard the 
crinkle of paper when she sat and lifted up enough to 
retrieve the note.

She read the note and her heart jumped, his words 
touched her like a powerful love note and setting 
there naked except for her robe she felt her vagina 
getting hot and very wet. She started to weep as she 
wondered how she could have not seen this, how could 
she have been so abrasive towards his desire to love 
her and feared she might have destroyed her son's 
love and devotion for her. 

Mary went to his door and knocked but there was no 
answer. She knew he was in there because she could 
hear him moving. She went back to her room and took a 
piece of paper from her vanity where she had always 
sat and paid bills and wrote on a piece. "Please we 
need to talk." And then she circled it with a red 
lipstick heart and slid it under his door. 

She heard the paper being scooped up and a high pitch 
grunt like he was holding back a heavy sob. The note 
reappeared under the door. A black marker had been 
used to slash a line through the heart and the words. 
"WE DID!" below it.

Mary felt her heart sinking and thought how awful of 
a feeling and how awful a person she must have been 
to make him fill this way. She was dumfounded and 
could not figure out what to do next. Not sure Mary 
called Connie. "Hello?" Connie's voice sounded as if 
she had just ran a mile and then Mary heard the 
laughter from Jason and wondered if they had just 
fucked. Her cunt steamed at the idea and she was sure 
she wanted her son that way too, now and forever.

"Hello Connie," Mary sobbed. "I can't seem to reach 
him and do not know what to do, can you help?"

There was a long pause as she heard Connie talking to 
Jason and then she handed the phone to Jason. "Hello 
Mary," Jason said, sounding happy that Mary had 
called. "I think this might be a huge help." There 
was a pause in his voice. "First I need to know, do 
you want him the way he wanted you?"

It was Mary's turn to pause, to truly ponder if it 
was that she wanted her son back and that was true 
because she did and she was sure she wanted him as a 
lover too, or at least she wanted to give his desire 
for her a try. "Yes Jason, I want my son back and 
even if it means I have to be his lover I will try 
anything."

"Well to be honest Mary, I was hoping for more 
conviction in your voice, but maybe that will come 
later." he said and cleared his throat. Mary wasn't 
sure if he was about to throw her to the wolves of 
talk her down to a safe landing and then he spoke 
again. "Mary, you must be willing to do two things, 
first you must sacrifice that piece of life that 
stabbed a wedge between you and your son."

"I don't know what that is," Mary replied truly not 
registering their conversation and what was said just 
before Jack pushed away from her.

"Mary, when you told us what was happening you said 
that the argument was over a man named Earl and that 
had escalated into him wanting you for his own 
because he felt he was being pushed out of the 
possibilities of you two ever becoming a couple, now 
you must offer Earl up as a sacrifice to your son, 
not a physical sacrifice but the idea of you and 
anyone else but Jack must go away."

"I see," Mary said, she had not been with Earl only 
to talk about a date and he was a handsome man, but 
not worth her son. 

"I can do that, what else do I have to do?"

"You have to open the door to your son, open the door 
to the possibility that you are lusting for his 
touch, play the game of cat and mouse and to him 
appear to be a desirable mouse, you must seduce your 
son Mary."

"I will," Mary whispered but Jason heard the roar of 
conviction.

"Call if you need anything else Mary, but I hope the 
next time we hear from you it will be in jubilation." 
Jason hung up the phone and Mary thought of what he 
had said and called Earl. 

Mary wrote the note and slid it under his door and 
left her moist panties on the doorknob. "Please baby, 
at least read the note." And then she headed for the 
shower.

I picked up the note and scanned it. My heart jumped 
and then I reread the note again and a third time. It 
was simple and caused my heart beating again. 
"Dearest Jack. I love you and I am so sorry I hurt 
you, I realized that you are the man I need in my 
life and I told Earl never to call me again. I left 
something on your door, if it is something you would 
like to own, come and find me. Love Mom."

I listened as she moved away from the door and closed 
the bathroom door behind her. I opened the door and 
found the damp panties she had left there, I couldn't 
help it. I pushed the panties up to my nose and 
inhaled. The sweet aroma of her cunt saturated the 
aroma of the garment caused my cock to jump to near 
full hardness. Confusion, lust, desire to hold her 
close, to feel her nakedness against my own was like 
a fire and fear of what if I am reading her message 
wrong again, the dream I had had before I woke was so 
wonderful and then when I tried to live in that dream 
it had gone so bad. What if she just wants me at her 
side as her son?

I smelled her panties again and knew this was more 
than mother son could ever be and I had to have her, 
I had to hold her, kiss her and love her and I needed 
to slide my tongue in the crevasse that had given me 
this intoxicating flavor. I took a deep breath and 
pulled my clothes off. Either I would have my mother 
or I was going to be out of this house and I stepped 
into the hall naked. My hardening cock slapped 
against each thigh as I walked causing it to grow 
thicker and harder until it was at its eight inches 
and pushed up close to my stomach.

I listened to the silence of the hallway and could 
hear the shower running. I breather mom's panties in 
through my nostrils again and then tossed them in 
onto my bed, my cock seemed to point the way to the 
bathroom so I followed until I was standing in front 
of it and then I tested the lock. The knob turned 
easily as I pushed the door open and watched my 
mother's silhouette behind the frosted glass I let 
the door shut with a solid thud and my mother jumped 
but did nothing to move away from the glass or try to 
conceal herself from me. 

I could see the shape of her lovely body, thin with 
all the right curves and even the outline of her 
hardened nipples. "Jack?" Mom said as she turned and 
her thick pubic bone was concealed with a thick pubic 
patch that I thought would be no good for eating. 
"Yes Mother?" I replied in a question but before she 
could answer I asked. "Would you like me to wash your 
back?"

I watched her head lower and knew she was nervous but 
she replied. "Yes... please." Her voice was soft and 
unsure but I slipped my arm prosthesis off so that 
just below my wrist was rounded and smooth and then I 
slid open the door and stepped in behind my mom.

Using my right hand I fathered the soap and lathered 
my hand and stub up and then began to lather her 
shoulders and her back. The touch of her skin was 
electric and I nearly came on her back right then but 
to my joy I was able to control it. 

I rinsed as I moved down and until this moment my 
mother seemed ridged omitting little moans and 
squeaks as I moved down her back, I leaned forward 
and kissed her on the neck and behind the ear and 
then whispered. "I love you mother, thank you for at 
least giving us a chance." 

Mom pushed herself back against me and I could feel 
my cock slide along the crease of her ass and up her 
back, I knew my load shot all over between us and I'm 
sure she felt my cock surging as I came, my knees 
nearly buckled but then I caught my breath and pulled 
her tight, my fingers playing with her breast pulling 
myself in tightly to her and washing her ass with my 
leaking cock. I was sure I would go soft but I did no 
such thing, if anything I think I became thicker, 
harder and longer. Mom moaned and whispered. "Thank 
you for giving me a second chance baby, I have been 
such a full, can you ever forgive me?"

I grasped her breast and my hand slipped up the 
wetness of her firm breast until I had her long 
nipple between my fingers and pulled. Mom was moaning 
and pushing back against my hardness but as my cum 
slowed the water began to wash it away and 

I could feel my hardness against her back with no 
more lubricant than the spray of water. "There is 
nothing to forgive mom." I said pulling on her thick 
nipple. 

"Really?" she asked twisting in my arms until I was 
looking a bit down and into her eyes. My cock had 
been pushed up and at the last moment mom had moved 
away from me and as my cock bounced she caught it 
between her legs and now I could feel the heat of her 
cunt not just holding my cock hard but the pulsing 
from both of our heartbeats caused us both to gasp 
and I was so happy I had cum on her back because this 
would have drained me for sure.

"Really mom," I said, grinding my ridged thick cock 
against her hot cunt. Her legs wobbled and then I 
released her nipple and lowered myself slowly kissing 
and biting gently until I was but inches from her 
cunt, I could feel her heat on my chin and smell her 
love-juice even in the cascading water and with my 
left nub I traced through her hair until my flesh 
fount the opening to her cunt and then I spread her 
so I could slip down into the thickness of her cunt 
hair and fund her labia and eased my tongue to it and 
sucked as my nub traced and poked shallowly into 
mom's hot cunt.

"Oh my god baby!" Mom moaned her first orgasm with me 
coming close. "I had never even thought of using your 
missing hand as a thick cock like finger; my god and 
I..." Then her voice rose to a high pitched scream as 
she came, her legs faltered and she pushed four 
inches of my nub into her cunt. I could feel her 
juices flowing as the walls of her cunt sucked at my 
missing hand. I fucked an extra inch in and out of 
her cunt as she wriggled and moaned. "Mmmmnnnngg! Oh 
yeah baby Uuuuhh; fffuck mommy! Ahhh uhh yes! Oh 
fuck! Nnggg! Uh oh yeah yeah!" mom squealed each time 
she peaked and I continued to suck on her labia until 
her hands grasped my hair tightly, her hips fucked 
her hairy cunt into my face until her knees nearly 
failed her and she slipped off of my face. I caught 
mom and kissed her deeply sharing her own cum with 
her and she moaned into my mouth. "Oh god baby, had I 
only known." 

I turned the water off and helped mom out of the 
shower and dried her but before I went down I opened 
the catch-all drawer and pulled out my trimmers that 
I used to keep the hair on my head at the same length 
and looked up. "Please mom, can I trim you, it would 
be so easy to eat you with your hair trimmed."

Mom's eyes lit up, she smiled and nodded. "Please 
baby." She said still breathing hard. "I never 
trimmed there because your father never did what you 
did."

"Oh my lord mom; really?" I asked tapping her legs so 
she would spread further I trimmed her cunt hairs so 
they were only a half inch long. Not so much to cause 
a rash and yet long enough to give me wonderful 
access and when the protruding lips of her cunt came 
into view I was in lust with her cunt all over again. 
She was beautiful there and I knew she was in for 
some wonderful treats in oral sex.

I could have sat there and eventually eaten her cunt 
while she propped herself up on my face, but I wanted 
to explore her and see how she would explore me too. 

I brushed the remaining hair from her cunt and 
continued to dry her body but when I had her ass 
toward me I told her to bend over the sink so I could 
dry her properly and it pushed her cunt back and 
open, I could see her pinkness inside her flowering 
folds, her anus sphincter puckered at me waiting for 
a kiss and I did not want to disappoint it so I 
pulled mom's ass cheeks apart and kissed and licked 
her ass all the while playing with her cunt and 
probing her sphincter with the tip of my tongue. 
Again mom pushed back forcing more of my tongue into 
her asshole and squealed as she came. "Nnnnggg! 
OHMYGOD! UH YES FUCK!"

Mom nearly fainted her hips begged me to fuck her but 
her voice pleaded desperately for me to stop for a 
while. "No more baby, please." Mom breathed coming 
down from at least the third orgasm with me in less 
than a half an hour. "I want to give you as much as 
you have given me but..." her body shuttered as I 
withdrew my tongue from her ass. "Oh my." She gasped 
and continued. "But if I don't make you stop, I will 
have no energy to give back."

I dried myself and let mom do the same for herself 
and then she led me down the hall to her bedroom. I 
could not help but grown as I watched her ass swing 
back and forth as she ushered me on. It is one of my 
most favorite sights is to watch her walk naked in 
front of me. 

Mom sat me down on the edge of her bed and kissed me 
deeply, her warm hand grasped my cock causing it to 
jump. She moaned as we broke our kiss and she lowered 
herself down first kissing the head of my cock. 
Electricity shot from my cock through my body, her 
tongue slithered around the edge of my cock head as 
she slowly lowered taking more and more of me into 
her mouth. The wet sound of sucking played with my 
ears as mom began to bob her head as the back of her 
throat seemed to open and close, playing at first 
with my cocks crown. "Oh Mom!" I gasped trying to 
allow mom know how close I was to coming. 

Her hand played with my balls causing my cock to dry-
fire and expand even as she took me deeper into her 
throat until finally she was pushing into my pubic 
hair, I could feel the end of my cock being swallowed 
by my mother's throat and doing everything I could 
not to cum; I wanted to savor this moment for as long 
as I could and then mom slipped a finger into my ass 
and I came.

My cock burst nut after nut of fertile seed as mom 
sucked and drank seeming that neither would ever end 
my cock was starting to ache in the best way I had 
ever felt and at that moment I could have never loved 
my mother more. 

My body jerked as the last of my seed seemed to have 
been sucked from my mother and I was sure I would not 
be hard for a week and then without warning mom 
pulled off of me and kissed me deep, I could taste my 
own cum on her tongue as I slipped backwards, her 
forceful kiss followed and then she was off of me, 
her body moved like water as she switched positions 
and her cunt was now inches from my face. Wet and 
hungry I could smell the sex of my mother just as I 
had done with her panties and as unbelievable as is 
sounds I felt my cock jerk to life again.

"Baby please, do to me what you did in the shower, I 
have never had a man do that to me before." My mother 
gasped as she lowered her cunt closer to my lips. I 
could not believe mom had never had a man eat her 
before; she had the most perfect cunt to eat and even 
Dad had passed that up. 

I was not going to disappoint my mother's lust for my 
tongue and I ate her first ever so lightly and then 
pushing my tongue to its depths and sucking her 
clitoris all the while she would moan and whimper, 
grinding her pelvis into my face and then her legs 
clamped down and her back arched. "Oh god baby!" she 
nearly screamed. "I'm cumming!" Mom's body tightened 
as I continued to tongue fuck her and suck her 
clitoris and then she gushed. 

She came and I'm sure it had to be piss too because I 
have never felt nor tasted anything so divine in my 
life.

Mom came so hard and I had drank every drop of her 
nectar and we held each other close. My mother 
whimpering ever so lightly, I lifted her face to mine 
and kissed her tearful eyes. "What's wrong Mom?" I 
asked fearful myself that not that the euphoria had 
passed she was regretting our love bonding.

"It's everything I have ever wanted in love making 
baby. To have been made to cum and orgasm over and 
over again so completely." Mom smiled and looked into 
my eyes, they were filled with lust and love and I 
could feel the heat in her cunt start to glow again 
as it lay across the stumped end of my severed leg. 
"I would never have dreamed my love would have been 
so completed by my own son and I know it's early into 
our relationship, but I want to feel your baby inside 
of me."

My cock was hard again, the thought of impregnating 
my own mother had never crossed my mind and I had to 
think. The insurance would be kicking in any day now 
and we would be set for life, I finally had the woman 
of my dreams here in bed with me and asking me to 
fuck our baby into her and hell it only cost me an 
arm and a leg to get her but I was happy to do it 
again if needed.

I rolled over on top of Mom and pushed my cock deep 
inside of her cunt, she gasped as I felt her already 
milking me. God! 

Even after all of that Mom was still tight as hell, 
she moaned as I began to thrust in and out of her 
thinking what it would be like to fuck her at nine 
months pregnant. I kissed her and whispered as I 
drove deeper into her. "I love you mom, I love the 
idea of us having a baby and I want to be your 
husband or as close to your husband as I can be and 
forever."

Mom wrapped her legs around my back and as she 
started to cum she said, "This feels so wickedly 
good, I always want to be your mother and you my son, 
now be a good mother-fucker and put a baby in me."

To be continued?

If you like what you have read and would like to hear 
more about Jack and Mary just let me know.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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