Just a Dream...

This story takes place in my twilight world of sleep. None of it is real, it's just 100% pure sexy fiction.

All characters over 18 years old.

Should you not like stories with an incestual tone, then skip this one.

But then it wasn't real... it was... Just a Dream...

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Harry woke up.

'What in the hell?' he thought to himself. 'Where did that come from?'

Harry was a migraine sufferer. The alarm went off for work that cloudy morning... but he realized right then that he wasn't going anywhere. He grabbed his cell phone, and typed out a brief message to work that he was out sick. Then off to the kitchen for meds. Back to bed for him, to hope that the meds would do their job, and he could wake up without the symptoms.

The dream he had came out of left field.

It started out with a memory that he had. His Mom and Dad had decided that it would be fun to have a swimming pool in the back yard. So back in the 60's, long before the W store opened, they ordered a 3 foot tall by 12 foot in diameter above ground pool from Sears Roebuck and Co. Back then, most everything came from either Sears or Montgomery Wards in small towns like ours.

The above ground pool wasn't 100% above ground. 8 inches of it had to be in ground. So Dad got out with the shovel, and removed the top 8 inches of dirt. He then had 4 inches of sand brought in and put in the hole. This would bury the sidewall 4 inches deep from the inside, but 8 inches deep from the outside. Once the sand and sidewall was in place, the liner was then unfolded and leveled out as best as it could. A plastic top rail clipped over the sidewall to hold the liner in place followed by curved steel hoops that facened over the top of it, giving the top rigidity. Harry was surprised how well that little pool was built... as it survived 3 moves in it's lifetime.

So one day we were going to go swimming.

But what stuck in his memory was what his Mother did. Without telling his father, she ordered from Sears, a bright red side-tie bikini, with a string top. It was not small, as the cut was to hide the flaws of life... her stretch marks and scars, and her DD breasts. Harry loved the red color, but thought nothing else about it, as it was his Mom. The woman he loved with all his heart.

His dream advanced 20 years. A phone call came in. His Dad had passed away suddenly. No one in the family saw it coming. Even though his Mom and Dad had a rough and rocky marriage, they were surviving.

Until Dad died.

Harry's Mom didn't take it well. She begin to exhibit what could be called premature widow syndrome. She carefully lost weight so it wouldn't impact her DD's to much. She began to dress with dresses that were above the knee. By this time, it was the 1990's. And being in her 50's didn't matter.

In the dream, Harry gets pulled aside by his Mom.

"Son, Harry, I need to talk to you."

"What is it Mom?"

Harry was recalling from the dream... She was wearing what could have been a swimdress, that tied behind the neck, had a sheer outer layer, was as short as a mini-dress could be without showing something, and a red color that was more vibrant than the bikini he remembered.

"Do you know anything about..." she said kind of slyly and quietly. "Ben-Wa balls?"

What? Did he hear that right? His Mother was asking him about Ben-Wa balls??? Being that Harry was in his 30's, he and previous girlfriends had tried them from time to time to ... spice things up.

"Yeah..." he said, slowly. "Why?"

"Because I'm thinking about trying some." she whispered back to him.

Harry thought to himself, 'this must be a dream... his Mother asking about sex toys???'

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"I'm not sure which ones to buy." she whispered back.

"Mom, why are you whispering? There is no one else here." Harry said.

"Because it's just so naughty talking to you about this," she said in reply, still whispering.

"Um... Well..." he started... "You either want to get surgical stainless steel or pyrex glass ones," he told her.

"Why? I like the gold ones." she snickered at him.

Harry mused... this can't be happening, can it?

"Mom, there are a bunch of companies that make them. You have to remember where you're putting them," oh crap... did he just think about his Mom inserting them inside of herself... a thought that was in a way revolting, yet weirdly enough... stimulating.

She gave him a puzzled look.

"Mom, your body produces chemicals. Those chemicals can react to the coating on the cheaper ones, and do bad things to you."

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that." she said.

"Surgical Stainless Steel has no coating, are usually very body neutral when exposed to fluids," he said... that then caused a surge of adrenaline. "Pyrex are a harder glass. They are also body neutral. And both are easy to clean."

"Ok," his Mom responded. "What size do I get?" she asked.

What? Harry could not believe he was having this discussion with her.

"Um... I would have no way to know." he stammered in response.

"Honey, how can I get the right size then?" she asked.

"Well... " coughing on his words... "you just have to try a set and see how they feel. Then you'll know to go up a size or down a size." Whew... Harry thought... good answer.

"Ok..." she responded. You could tell the gears of thought were turning in her head. "Would you go with me to get some? You do know a place here in town I could get some."

Harry felt like his chin just hit the floor.

"MOM!" he explained... "I'm your son! For cryin' out loud!"

"What?" she said back. "Are you afraid to be seen with me?" she snapped back at Harry.

"It's just... that... buying adult toys with your mother is... kind of embarrassing."

"And just how is anyone going to know that you're my son?" she replied.

She had him beat on that argument. "Why don't you go do that with Stacey?" Good thinking. Let Sis do it.

"Because... I'd rather go with you, my big, strong hunk of a man."

That sounded like something crossed a line.

"Mom, I don't know..." trailing off.

"Oh, come on..." she said. "No one will know. Besides who cares? I'd much rather go with you."

Harry could see he wasn't going to win the argument.

"Ok..." with a sigh and a long delay... "When do you want to go?"

"I'm ready right now." she quipped.

"Wait, you're going to wear that?" Harry couldn't believe his mother would even consider wearing that out of the house... and now she's going to wear it to an adult toy store???

"Why not? Do I look bad in it?" Harry's mother then did the twirl to show herself off.

"No Mom, you're always beautiful... It's just that..."

"You think I'm showing too much skin." His Mother responded.

"Well... Yeah..."

"I know," she said. She had a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

Harry was just about to go to the bathroom when he heard his mother say...

"That's why I want to wear it!"

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Harry returned from the bathroom. He knew that the wheels were very wobbly with his mother. But it occurred to him, he'd never been married and was not a widower, so how would he know what she's going through?

He walked her out to his car, and helped her get in. Her legs were a site to see alright. She was truly a hot milf at this point.

The drive to the adult store was fairly quiet. The store was well lit, both inside and out. He got her out of the car. What would they think of a younger man walking a milf into their store?

Getting to the door, he pulled it opened for her, and said "After you, madam."

"Thank you, kind sir."

She walked in, and a younger girl, say mid 20's walked up to us.

"Thank you for coming by. How may I help you? Are you looking for something in particular?" The name Cindy was on her ID tag.

Harry's Mother leans over to Cindy and very softly says to her "I want to see what you have in... " and then a quick glance to see if anyone is listening... "Ben-Wa Balls."

Cindy whispered back to us and said... "follow me."

Cindy lead us to a wall where there was all sorts of toys, both vaginal and anal. She reached out and pulled a package off of the peg, and handed it to Mom. "This is our most popular," she said.

Cindy then reached over several pegs to the left and grabbed a different package. "These are my favorite." she said.

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Well, being that these are a high temp silica glass, they 'tink' together better," Cindy responded.

"Tink?" my Mother asked.

"Yes. When they bump into each other inside, the vibration is different, because of the difference in material and density." Cindy opened the package and handed them to Mother.

Rolling them around in her hand she said, "Oh, I see what you mean."

Harry stood there, not believing his eyes... and what was happening in front of him.

His Mother leaned over to Cindy and said with a whisper, "What size do I need?"

Cindy gives Mom the look over. "Have you had a vaginal birth?" she asked.

"No." Mom replied. "All I ever had were C's."

"Do you want a more intense tinking when walking or less?" Cindy asked.

Mom replied... "More."

'More? OMFG!! This can't be real...' Harry thought.

Cindy took back the pair from Mother, and handed her a package. "I think that this will do nicely for you." Cindy said. "I think you'll both enjoy this one."

'What?!?!" Harry opened his mouth to complain, when Mom spoke up... "Yes, I think we will."

Harry heard the words, then the lights started going out. His senses just hit overload. He was really hoping that no one noticed.

Harry righted the ship again and took a deep breath or two. The lights came back up and the tunnel he was feeling he was in started to subside.

His Mother leaned over to Cindy "Can I buy them and put them in here?"

Harry only thought the lights were going out... That statement made him weak at the knees.

"I'm sorry, no Maam. That is against city code. Although I'd love to see you try them out!" Cindy explained.

Cindy went to ring them up on the register, and stopped. "Do you have anything to clean them with?" she asked.

"No, I don't," Mom replied.

Cindy reached back on the back wall behind the register, and said "I use this. It works really well."

Harry piped up, "Sounds good, we'll try it." His mother looked over at him and smiled. He got out his credit card and handed it to Cindy. She swiped it, printed the receipts, and handed them back. She squatted behind the counter, and Cindy brought out a bottle of water.

"Here... You can clean and rinse them in the parking lot so you can put them in." Cindy said.

We turned to leave when my mother shocked the hell out of me. "Can you come outside for a moment?"

Cindy replied, "Sure!"

I went and got Mom in the car, with Cindy in tow. I got Mom in the car, and before I knew it, she had the silica spheres in her hand. Cindy took the bottle of water, and Mom squirted some of the toy cleaner on to them. Cindy then used the bottle and washed them and Mom's hand off.

Mom then slid down in her seat, spread her legs, and pulled up the mini-dress to show off her bald-shaved pussy, with not much modesty. Cindy had the front row seat, but I could see as Mom slid the spheres up inside of her.

Cindy looked at me and smiled, and headed back to the store.

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Harry woke up a bit, with a raging hard-on. He at least remembered that much. Then he drifted back into the twilight world of sleep.

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His mother was propped up in bed against the headboard. Her legs were together, her pussy wasn't visible.

She said to him, "I'm so proud of you Harry." she said. She shifted her legs the opposite way, but still covered. "I want to give you something for being such a good son." She said.

She straightened out her legs, then spread them, bending her knees up some at the same time. "Do you like?" she asked.

Harry couldn't help but look. She had a smaller opening than he imagined. But she was also more prominent than some women.

"Would you like a taste?"

The next thing Harry remembers, is his head between her legs, sucking on her clit.

"Oh yes, honey, suck on Mommy."

Harry remembers sucking on her clit, and how wonderful it was.

Then, his dream moved forward in time. He was laying up higher on her now, her large suckable tit was in his mouth, for the first time in over 30 years. And how large and wonderful it was to suckle on.

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A noise brought Harry up to being conscious again. He still had the hardon.

Running through the records in his mind, Dad was still alive, and still married to Mom. They were in their 70's now.

It was all... just a dream.