Jimmy came home dead tired after another long day of school followed by a six hour shift at the carwash. He had just turned 18 this past month and prayed the last 6 weeks of school would fly by. The school, and then off to work routine, was killing him. He had been doing this 4x a week since just before Christmas, and as it was now mid-April, he was damn sick and tired of it.
He was also sick and tired of his mother being a fat, lazy, useless slob. He was sick of her defining what "white trash" was all about. They lived in a crappy double wide trailer on the east side of Des Moines, Iowa.
"Does it get any worse than this?" Jimmy wearily thought as he entered the filthy trailer. He glanced at her as she sat in what passed as the living room. His mother didn't even bother to acknowledge that he was home.
"What a waste of life," he thought bitterly as he slammed his books onto the kitchen counter.
This was indeed a harsh judgment of his mother, but one that fit. Since his dad had died, she had went downhill fast. She spent most days sitting in a drunken stupor in front of the TV, like a mindless zombie stuffing her face with junk food and drinking whiskey, until she passed out.
Then the next day the whole thing would start all over again. She ignored his pleas to get her life together only telling him, "Yeah right someday but for now I need to have my mourning time." So far her mourning time had lasted for nearly three years and counting.
It was left up to Jimmy to be the primary care giver to his two younger brothers, Frank who was 7, and Thomas who was 5. So in all reality, his day was not over after he got home from school and work, but instead he would have to make his younger brothers something to eat, before washing them up and putting them to bed.
It had been another typical shitty day as Jimmy wearily made his way upstairs to his bedroom. It was almost 10:30pm, and his mom was passed out on the couch with a half empty whiskey bottle at her side. Now with his mom passed out and his younger brothers tucked away for the night, it was his turn to enjoy a little peace and quiet and maybe something a bit more, if only it arrived in the mail today.
He hurriedly put his shoes on to go check the mailbox. It should arrive today, or tomorrow at the latest, as it had been about a month since he had received his latest copy of Hot Asian Honeys. This soft core porno magazine, delivered monthly, was about the only vice/excitement Jimmy had in an otherwise dreary life. As he made his way to the mailbox, he fervently hoped that the special Hot Asian Honeys MILF issue would be there in its innocuous brown paper wrapping.
He had three excellent reasons for hoping the magazine was waiting in the mailbox for him. Number one, it was Friday night, which meant he could actually sleep in a bit tomorrow morning, so if he wanted to stay up later than usual and gazing lovingly at the latest batch of hot Oriental dolls from the Far East he could. And number two, the annual MILF issue, according to last month's sneak preview, promised to deliver a whole host of hot, mature Asian honeys.
Jimmy could hardly wait as, in his mind, there was nothing hotter than a sexy, mature Asian woman. And then there was his final reason for so desperately hoping the magazine was there. It was a long shot at best, actually more like impossible maybe, as such things could not exist, but still the old lady was convincing and seemed so sure of herself so maybe, just maybe...
Nearly three weeks ago, after his boss at the car wash decided to let him go home early since it was a slow night at work, Jimmy had wandered by a traveling fair/festival that was in town for the week. It was still early and his mother would probably be in her "mean drunk" stage right about now. He had a few bucks in his pocket so he thought he would kill an hour or two horsing around at the fair.
Once inside, Jimmy wandered around to the far back side of the fair and soon found himself standing in front of a garishly colored tent that advertised Fortunes Told, Dreams Realized.
Curious he went inside, where he was met by an old woman dressed in a costume from the sixteen hundreds maybe. The lady, who called herself Madame Kat, piqued his curiosity though, so even if it was bullshit, he plucked down his 7 dollars and decided to let her read his palm.
After reading his palm, Madame Kat announced, "Young man, your future is full of dark, forbidden dreams that may go unfulfilled," she said with a serious frown.
Jimmy shifted uneasily in the cheap, black folding chair as they sat across from each other at a battered old table. The old woman then broke into a sardonic smile before adding, "But then again maybe not... if you show just a little courage a reward may be at hand to make your dreams come true."
He was wondering just what the hell that meant, when all of a sudden a young, tough looking teenage boy came bursting past the tent flaps, and into the small room. Madame Kat seemed unfazed, while Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin, at the young hoodlum's sudden appearance.
"Gimmie your money you old bitch or I will cut you!!" the punk barked while flashing a switchblade knife.
"But of course," Madame Kat said quite calmly to the kid. As she said this, surprisingly, her focus did not appear to be on the looming threat of the young punk with the knife, but instead on Jimmy. He noticed how rather oddly she was staring at him with a somewhat bemused look on the face as the drama of the attempted robbery was unfolding.
She coolly reached down under the table, producing a small cigar box that Jimmy could see was stuffed with cash. There seemed to be a various assortment of bills sticking out of all sides of the cigar box. Enough so where the young wanna be thug attention was quickly drawn to the cigar box stuffed with cash. The fact was he was paying very little heed to Jimmy. Madame Kat handed the box over to the robber with a look of expectation on her old haggard face. But her look was not directed at the threat the tough looking kid supposedly presented in the form of his menacing grin and evil looking knife, but instead at Jimmy.
"She expects me to do something and if I don't I am going to look like a chicken shit coward," Jimmy thinks to himself. He was many things but a coward was not one of them. Without really giving it a second thought he sprang up from his chair, and in one fluid motion turned and throw a punch at the kid. His punch found its mark. Doubtless helped supremely by the element of surprise, Jimmy's punch landed squarely on the left cheek of the thugs face. He staggered and fell as Jimmy, his adrenaline pumping now, rained several more blows on top of his head.
Meanwhile, Madame Kat went outside and was hollering for a security guard. Less than a minute later, the "would be" robber was being led away by two big burly security guards.
Madame Kat thanked Jimmy with a warm smile and then offered, as a small token of her gratitude, to make the fore mentioned dark forbidden dreams of his come true.
She handed him a small vial telling him it contained a powerful potion to make dreams come true, if only for a night. Her instructions were brief and to the point.
"Focus your entire mind and soul upon that of which you desire my dear boy. Think long and hard, construct the outlines of a perfect fantasy in your mind, and then let it flow to your heart. Once your heart longs for the fantasy so badly it actually pains you, swallow the potion down in one quick drink. Lay back in bed and relax letting your mind wander back to your fantasy. Keep your forbidden dream that you so yearn to dream that night simple as the potion will fill in all the necessary details for you. Soon you will feel your eyes getting heavy and sleep will come bringing with it an escape into a realm few ever have the joy of visiting."
With a slight gleam in her eye, the old lady had told Jimmy all this in one long non-stop diatribe, which left him wondering if the crazy old bat really believes this herself.
She finally pauses and looks at him seriously saying. "Do your trust Madame Kat Jimmie Turner."
"Y-yes... but how did you know my name I never told you."
She waves her hand distractedly saying "Madame Katchamund needs no formal introductions. Things come to me as they may. Now this thing comes to you. Powerfully wicked it is and rarer even than a four leaf clover my dear boy. Take it, trust it and your forbidden dreams shall be realized. This is your reward for being brave and helping me."
Jimmy did not come right out and say it but he was beginning to think this old lady was bat shit crazy. But yet, there was something about the ultra-sincere way she told him all this, that made him hopeful that there might be a kernel of truth in what she said. After all, she was spot on about two things. The first being Jimmy did indeed have dark forbidden dreams, and the second she did know his name without being told so just maybe...
As he drove home that night, the small vial of "dream potion" tucked away deep inside his jean's pocket, he wondered if he should test the potion right away. By the time he arrived home he had decided it would be best to wait a little bit anyway; like until the annual MILF issue of Hot Asian Honeys arrived.
The next few weeks went by slowly while he waited for his magazine to arrive. He had plenty of time to construct his perfect fantasy. It would, of course, involve a girl, no make that a woman, a mature woman. A woman that could be a nice substitute for his own worthless mother. Even before his father's untimely death, Jimmy's mother had been nothing to write home about but since the death of his father she had been utterly hopeless. As was Jimmy's luck with girls.
He was all the things girls said they wanted: sweet, sensitive, caring, and most of all romantic, but all that was trumped by the fact he lived at home with his drunken mother and was a high school loser. Oh yeah and he worked part-time in a car wash, which just set all the girls' hearts to fluttering, as did his puny sized 5 inch dick. Above all else poor Jimmy lacked confidence in great abundance.
Jimmie, as much as he tried, simply could not put that night at the fair out of his mind. He was desperately curious to try Madame Kat's magical potion. All he needed was his magazine to arrive. A magazine that contained all of his forbidden desires and dreams. And then maybe he would have a kind, caring and most sexy mom for once in his life, for that more than anything, was what his fantasy, his forbidden dream, would be about, if the damn potion worked.
He opens the mail box and feels his heart start to beat rapidly as he spies the plain brown wrapping. Once back inside his bedroom, he quickly showers and brushes his teeth, before settling down in his bed with the magazine in one hand and the vial of dream potion in the other.
He says a short prayer, ironically to a God he sure hates him, that Madame Kat is telling the truth, and that he would have a wild night of forbidden dreams waiting for him. Dreams fueled by the pictures of these hot Asian MILF's he was about to gaze so lovingly at. He briefly wondered if he might lose his virginity, finally, in his forbidden dream. Being a virgin still was a closely guarded secret of his.
Maybe if he wasn't so busy with school, work and taking care of his fat ugly mom, and his two bratty younger brothers, he might have had time to NOT be a virgin, despite his smallness down there. "I must remember to concentrate on being well endowed as part of my dream package," Jimmy keeps reminding himself as he was showering, and his puny dick was there in all its small glory.
His mind wanders for a moment before he begins to concentrate on the contents of the magazine. The fact his mom is so physically unappealing, and mean to boot, only makes him wish all the more fervently that one of these beautiful older women on the pages of this magazine would be his mom. His hot, sexy and sweet mommy that would seduce him, and give his most forbidden of dreams credence, if only for a night.
He thumbed to the table of contents wondering which one it would be. She should be perfect as possible to fuel the fires of his imagination. He must choose carefully. He decides he will just start at the beginning of the magazine and quickly thumb his way through all the pictures until one of them whispers, "I am the one."
There is some nice ladies for sure at the beginning of the magazine but starting on page 22, there was a pictorial of a mature Chinese woman named Lini Lu, which sends his heart trip hammering inside his chest. As Jimmy flipped through the eight pages of her photo spread, it became more and more evident that she was making a strong case to be the one he would dream of tonight.
On pages 25-26 there was two full page pictures of her that seal the deal. First on page 25, she was standing in a kitchen, a soft, pretty smile on her face, her dark almond shaped eyes have a look of mirth in them, her head is tilted to one side, almost like when someone looks at a cute puppy dog and says "Ahhhhhhhh."
Jimmy imagined Lini was looking at him, her very own son, instead of a puppy dog, and saying "Ahhh," while thinking what a cute, sweet boy he really was.
His cock starts to stir just looking at her exquisitely pretty and mature face. She looks to be in her early to mid-thirties but with Asian women, who always aged so damn well, you could never really tell. If anything she was probably older.
While her age may have been a mystery, there was something else that surely was not. That was her tits. It was no mystery they were fucking huge. This was self-evident despite the fact Hot Asian Honeys did not feature full frontal nudity. Implied nudity was their game as it was a soft core tease magazine that showed a lot of skin, but left just enough covered to leave their audience wanting more.
Lini was wearing a skin tight pink nightshirt that was practically see through. It looked to be at least one size too small, as her immense tits were obviously straining against the sheer pink material of the nightshirt. The shirt went down to just past the middle of her thighs, which were creamy white and near perfect. Also perfect, was her incredibility long dark and shiny hair that, as she tilted her head to one side, fell all the way down past her ass to about the middle of her calf.
"Jesus, I wish my mom looked like that," Jimmy thought as his eyes flickered up and down the photo before finally settling on those big tits of hers. Her dark nipples were clearly visible under the sheer pink material of her nightshirt and just begging to be stared at.
In his mind he dreamed that she was in the kitchen making him breakfast when she turned around to ask him a question. Maybe did he want his eggs over easy or hard? He notes how she emphasizes the word hard. Finally, he tears his eyes off page 25 and looks at page 26.
The next page is at least equal to, if not better, than the prior one. She is leaning back against the fridge while thrusting those large tits of hers out; seemingly for his eyes to enjoy. And enjoy them they do as her pink nightshirt is completely unbuttoned in this picture. Her shirt is hanging open as to expose a rather sizable portion of those giant tits of hers. But at the same time, the pink nightshirt was closed just enough to, by the barest of margins, to cover those delicious nipples of hers.
She has a subtle smile on her face as she is intently stares straight ahead, maybe watching her young son eat the breakfast she has so lovingly prepared just for him. Maybe she undid her shirt because she was hot, or maybe she just likes to show off for her son. Either way, it heaven for his eyes.
The dream of Lini being his mother has reached his heart and made it ache, just as Madame Kat had foretold. Now was the time. He wanted this woman to be his sweet dear mother, maybe more than anything he had ever wanted in this world. There was no need to search in further within the magazine. Lini was the one!!
"Imagine coming home from school every day to that beautiful creature!!" Jimmy thinks as his small cock literally throbs with untold hardness inside his boxers. He reaches over and scoops up the vial in one hand, and is about to down the potion in one large gulp, despite the fact he still harbors doubts that it will work.
No sooner had these doubts crept into his mind than his cell phone, laying on the nightstand next to the bed, begins to ring.
"Who the hell would be calling this late at night?" he thinks before quickly snatching up the phone. Glancing at the caller ID it says "MK."
Could it be her? But how? And what timing if it is. "H-hello" he answers his voice shaking with apprehension.
"Just a courtesy call Jimmy. I can't have you downing that vial with doubts on your mind."
"Jesus how did you know. I mean I was just... just about to... "
"Yes I know drink it down when I called. As I said Madame Kay knows what she knows and often just in time. Best not to question these things."
"The power of this woman must be immense," is the paramount thought that springs fourth in Jimmy's now feverish mind.
"My power is beyond your grasp young Jimmy. It is trust me on that. But let me make this quick as you are so very anxious to get to that Asian sweet treat you have on tonight's menu. So some advice to set your mind at ease. First, the dream you shall have won't be your typical disjointed, fuzzy weird feeling dream that most people usually have. It will be very vivid, very real. As real as reality I suppose." She pauses to let what she just said sink in to Jimmy knowing this is a lot to handle at once.
"Second, usually when you are dreaming people can be easily awoken and the dream disrupted or they sense somehow it's a dream and wake themselves up. Neither will be the case for you. I have checked your future and it's clear for the next nine hours which is how long you will sleep undisturbed." She pauses once again to let this new information settle into Jimmy's mind.
Both of these things had crossed Jimmy's mind, much as it seems Madame Kat knew it would. His mind now at ease he tells her to go on.
"Finally what is actually happening after you take the potion is not for you to understand or try to make sense of... It's our ancient secret but let's just say you are not so much as dreaming as visiting another realm, another plane of existence if you will. This realm will duplicate ours in a sense. You will be the same person there as you are here, but only in your new, ahh upgraded circumstances shall I say. Your memories of a lifetime lived there will be wholly intact. You will know by sheer instinct what to do, what to say, where everything is at, and so on... well you get my drift I would think as you are a most clever boy."
"I-I am." Jimmy is not used to hearing nice things being said about him.
"Yes I would think so. Clever enough to not toss my potion aside and write me off as a crack pot of an old lady," she lets out a soft cackle while saying this.
Jimmy hears all of this and, of course has more than a few questions, but he dares not ask any of them. He suspects that the old woman does not care to be questioned, so he simply says "Wow that is really awesome."
"OK I will grant one single question Jimmy."
He shakes his head again at her amazing powers of perception. He quickly decides to ask the one real burning question that had just crossed his mind, "When I am in this other realm, will I remember my life here. I mean will I know that I really belong here and not there?"
"Not an easy question to answer but I will do my best. You shall remember your life here much as one remembers a good movie or in your case a bad movie they were forced to watch over and over again. More I cannot say."
"OK." What more could he say. It all sounded so fantastic.
"Now be brave and take your potion, and then pick up that magazine of yours and concentrate on your new mother as she will be waiting for you on the other side. Be sweet, charming, but most of all be shy and innocent with her. As to this part, I have left you a bit of help. Check your nightstand drawer upon waking up over there."
"OK sure Madame Kat," he says hoping he will remember all this when he wakes up over there.
"And one final bit of advice. Study her bio page carefully. It's real and very truthful. You will be the one she speaks of in her bio that she adores so very much. You will understand once you read it what I am referring to." And with that the line went dead.
He sat there staring at the phone dumbfounded as to all Madame Kat had told him. Not wanting to disobey "doctor's orders" he does exactly as she says and quickly downs the sweet tasting potion in one swallow. He then picks up the magazine and thumbs back to Lini's bio page. His heart is flooded with anticipation to find out just who Lini adores. How could it be him? Is that even possible?
He sighs deeply, as he flips to her bio page. Regardless, he loved the bio section anyway, especially the interview section as the staff editors were seemingly experts at getting the girls to open up to them.
Lini's Bio:
Country of Origin: Taiwan Province / Place of Birth: Taipei
Date of Birth: November 11, 1975 (39 years old) Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black Height: 5 feet and 7 inches Weight: 121 lbs. Measurements: 38DD-23-35 Fake Boobs: Yes Favorite Color: Red or Pink
If you want to win Lini's heart you must be romantic. Red roses with red wine will put her in the mood for romance. Once you get her engine started you will be in for a wide ride because in Lini's own words "I absolutely adore sex and I am most certainly a wildcat in the bedroom." But the trick is getting her there! Without more than a few sweet, romantic gestures you don't stand a chance.
She is currently a single mother of one. In her words he is "the sweetest little boy in the world, his name is Jimmy and we have such a close loving relationship. I just adore him and he does me."
Oh by the way her sweet little boy is 18yrs old but that doesn't stop her from showering him with so much love and affection that according to her "he hates to be seen with me in public anymore." In her own words, "I shower the boy with so much TLC that he complains I am smothering him to death. But I feel in my heart, and a mother always knows these things, that deep down inside he loves be smothered by his mommy."
When we asked what her greatest asset was—physically- she promptly answered, with a bright smile, "Why my tits of course. But sadly I am yet to find a man who knows how to properly pamper them the way I like."
When we asked just what properly pampering them entailed she replied again with that warm killer smile of hers. "Men make the mistake of trying to go all in with my tits right away. Getting there is half the fun. Take it slow and easy. Worship them with your eyes first but only after I am most comfortable with you of course, and only then proceed carefully without trying to get your hands on them."
Since she seemed to like talking about her tits we pressed the matter further. "So you like a man not to be over aggressive in going after them magnificent tits of your Lini, is that what we are to understand?"
"Exactly, honestly I have never told anyone this before but my big secret is I simply love the shy, innocent type who I eventually have to take by the hand and actually guide them to my breasts so sweet innocent and shy they are. I loved being treated like a queen to be admired but not touched... that is until I can NOT stand it anymore and must have my breasts get the thorough loving and pampering I so desire."
That answer prompted us to ask, "What constitutes 'thorough loving and pampering' in your mind Lini."
She got this most mischievous look on her face before answering, "I wish to have my lover start slow by showering the entirety of my breasts with a virtual rainfall of the softest sweetest little kisses, licks and nibbles, which will melt my heart and fire my soul until the point where I simply demand, beg if necessary, that he starts sucking on them like there is no tomorrow."
She pauses to take a delicate sip of her water, (as for me I needed some cold water splashed in my face as her answer was that hot!!) and then adds the kicker. "Once he has sucked on them for what seems like forever and with such reckless abandon that it leaves us both breathless I wish him to take absolute and total control of the situation. I want him to... " She pauses then. "Hmm I better not say what I wish for next."
"Oh come on Lini... do tell... don't leave your adoring public and me for that matter hanging... what then."
"Well it's never happened but I wish him to take me up on my suggestion to take total control of the situation as I produce a set of soft and comfortable but very reliable fur lined wrist and ankle restraints. I want to be totally submissive to him and his hard cock as he crawls on top of me and begins to slowly fuck my tits. And as he does this I am driven wild with desire until I start begging him to fuck them harder and faster."
"And does he comply."
"What do you think?" She says smiling an innocent smile that totally is at odds with what we are talking about.
"And then."
She takes a deep sigh and fiddles with her fingernails. I didn't think she was going to answer but she does. "And then he cums all over my tits before sliding down between my open thighs and eats me out until I climax."
"That concluded our interview thankfully as I needed a cold shower.
Mark Langford
Senior Staff Editor, Hot Asian Honeys
Jimmy puts down the magazine. His heart is racing, along with his mind. "Jesus Christ... she has an 18 year old son named Jimmy that she simply adores. Could this mean that for the day he will be... Jimmy."
He lays back in the bed committing to memory everything he read in her bio as his eyes get heavy. Soon he is fast asleep, and very far away from his former dreary and hopeless life.
Sometime later his eyes flutter open, after a loud boom of thunder reverberates through the house. He hears rain hitting a roof. But it different, as it's not the metallic sound of rain pelting down on his own shitty trailer he normally hears, but instead a softer, more muffled sound.
He comes awake fully and also quickly realizes the bed he is sleeping in is much bigger, and more comfortable, than his own bed back home. He scans the dark room just as it's lit up by a flash of lightening and spies a lamp on the nightstand next to him. He quickly leans over and flips the light on.
He lets out a low whistle as this room has all the bells and whistles. Big flat screen TV, matching furniture, a nice desktop computer, an X-box and Wii gaming systems and even a nice lap top. "Wow" is all he could say as back home he had none of this stuff.
He remembers Madame Kat saying she had left him some help in the nightstand drawer. He reaches over and pulls the drawer out on the single nightstand next to his bed. In it he finds a plain white envelope with a note inside. Nervously, he begins to read the note.
Jimmy:
Welcome to your dream. I have additional advice for you. I will tell you what is about to happen up to a point so you can be prepared. Several nights ago you and your mother had an "incident". You have not really spoken since. The ugly tension has been building between you two. The details of this incident will come to you when she mentions it. Now this -this little incident that happened is the key to your night of fantasy. You must make a full confession as to what you felt about it as so shall she. And from there... your dream will be off and running so to speak but you must be the one to suggest talking about it and be more than willing to apologize for it.
Not long from now you shall hear a loud scream and crying coming from her bedroom. You must go to her and provide her comfort. From there she will lead you to the forbidden land.
When she disappears to the bathroom to get ready you come back to the room and retrieve the gifts I have left for you, to give to her. They will be waiting.
One more thing- this potion you just took will have the effect of giving you a most irresistible aura to your mother, which she will respond to in a most loving manner. But to help stimulate this affect upon her personality remember to be shy and sweet with her, while showering her with tons of compliments, love and affection. Between that and the sweet little gifts I have arranged for you to give her the rest of what happens between you two is simply the stuff of what wicked dreams are made of... but only if you follow what she wants in her bio page during that very candid interview she gave to Mr. Langston. Keep that in mind. Just so you don't forget I included a second copy of her bio in the bottom drawer. Study it long and careful while you wait for her.
Don't waste time wondering where or what has become of the real Jimmy. To Lini you shall appear to be her son in all things. As for the real Jimmy, let's just say he is asleep for the time being. You are borrowing his body may be the best way of putting it.
Mk
PS Plus as an added bonus, that which was once small is now big. Really big in fact.
Jimmy leans over and opens the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Sure enough he finds her bio page in the bottom drawer. He settles back into the bed to read it again while waiting for what Madame Kat told him would happen, but not before checking his shorts for "that which was once small." He smiles as indeed she is good to her promise. His cock, despite being in its relaxed state, is much bigger than he ever remembers it being. His smile grows wider.
Just reading her bio page is getting him hot and bothered. He checks his erect cock and sure enough... bigger in both length and girth. Excited, he hurriedly reads through her bio twice more, before he hears a loud scream come from down the hallway.
He jumps out of bed and rushes out into a dark hallway. He glances to his right as he hears another softer scream, and then sobbing coming from a closed door at the end of the hallway.
He hurries to the door and knocks softly, unsure if he should just barge in. There is no response so he knocks a bit louder.
"Jimmy is that you." He hears a soft silky voice say. Just the sound of her voice has caused his heart to flutter.
"Y-yes... Mom... I... I heard a scream."
"Yeah bad dream... I'm OK now you can go back to sleep."
"Mom I want to see you. Please let me in." Just as Madame Kat has said he doesn't have to really think about what to say. He just knows he must see her, must push the issue.
"Jimmy I said I am OK," her voice has a rough edge to it, but yet there is still an underlying softness to it that says something more. He must be brave so he pushes on the door and it opens. He pokes his head into the room. She is laying on a large king size bed. The room is dark except for a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. She pulls herself up into a sitting position clutching the sheets to her chest.
"Jimmy... "
He rushes over to her before she can say anything more.
"Mom your dream... was it bad... I mean really bad."
"Yes that I what I said. Probably due to that little incident we had the other day... I have not slept well since."
As soon as she mentions the incident the memory comes flooding back to him. It was a few nights ago and he needed to ask her something. He knocked on her bedroom door and he thought he heard her say come in. He walks into her room just as she is walking out of the attached bathroom. She is half dressed, wearing a pair of jeans and a pretty pink lace bra adorned with small ribbons. He remembers standing there staring at her, his mouth agape, as he was awe struck seeing his mom without a shirt on. Her boobs were huge, majestic even, and maybe best of all, he also notes how her pink bra was having quite a hard time containing them.
He remembers he said nothing, being so caught off guard by the sight of his half-naked mom. Then she snapped at him harshly, "Didn't you hear me... I said I was getting dressed... and you walk in anyway."
"Mom I thought you said come in." He starts to beat a hasty retreat from her room embarrassed now that she is thinking the worst. He wonders if maybe she thinks he walked in on purpose to try and catch her getting undressed.
"Well you already are here so what do you want!!" The tone of her voice is a bit harsh, but the look on her face is one of total bemusement. She has a wry smirk on her face that Jimmy remembers not knowing what to make of. Furthermore, she is making no attempt to hide her half nakedness to him.
He takes one last long look back at her, before fleeing the room, mumbling he would talk to her later. He fled down the hallway to his room and slammed the door shut. He remembers being very disappointed that he could not find the courage to stay and talk to her, which would have provided him with an opportunity to see more of her as she walked around in her pretty pink bra.
But he was just too shy, or maybe, too embarrassed thinking that she was mad at him for walking in on her, to hang around and try to ogle her some more.
Later on his suspicions of her being mad seem to be confirmed, as she was brusque and not particularly friendly with him for the remainder of the night, and even into the next day. In turn, this caused him to try and avoid her as much as possible.
The tension built between them as two days pass where they were barely civil to each other. Both thought the other was mad. All this came to Jimmy in a mere matter of seconds as if it had really happened to him.
"It did happen," he finds himself mumbling under his breath.
"Yes it did and it really upset me... your whole attitude that day and every day since. You hurt my feelings deeply Jimmy."
"I'm sorry... can we talk about it... can you give me a chance to, you know apologize maybe and make it up to you." He leans forward and a gives her a sudden hug. He feels her stiffen at first before relaxing. He pulls back reluctantly. They look at each other for a long moment before she begins to speak.
"Really that is what you want, talking about your feelings is not exactly your strong suit son. I mean you are so damn shy sometimes, I'm surprised."
She takes a deep breath, and seems to gather her thoughts, while he looks at her closely now for the first time, after he plops down on the edge of her bed. She is still clutching the sheet to her body. It looks like she has on a red night shirt, her long hair is piled on top of her head in a sloppy looking bun, her face is streaked with tears and with no makeup on she certainly does not look half as beautiful as she did in the magazine layout, but yet he can tell it's her.
"Honestly while that hug you just gave me maybe is a start for us I... well this dream I had was so bad it really shook me. It was about you... you were so mean in it and maybe because we have not been talking I'm thinking that was the real you in the dream."
"Mom I... we should really talk about the dream. You gotta give me a chance to defend myself."
"Well I am warning you I am feeling really vulnerable tonight and if you want to make me feel better... " She pauses rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. He thinks maybe she is about to cry. She looks down, twisting her hands, before saying almost inaudibly, "It's going to take much more than a hug."
His cock stirs a bit inside his gym shorts as the implications of what maybe "much more than a hug" could entail. She is looking at him waiting for a response.
"Yes I want to talk Mom. And I truly want to do anything at all to make you forget about this bad dream and show you... " He pauses his mind whirling, searching for the right words to say.
"Show me what?"
"That I am your knight in shining armor and that our little incident in your bedroom is nothing to be concerned over as I have a confession to make about you know what happened the other day."
"Hmm well maybe I do too honey."
When she called him honey it nearly caused his heart to stop. He looks at her, and his heart is flooded with pure love. The love does not feel manufactured to suit the purposes of his dream, but instead feels real and genuine beyond anything he has ever experienced in his life. He feels a deep connection with her just as he would feel if this whole thing was real.
"So let's talk huh Mom... please... tonight... now." He is almost shocked to hear how desperate and pleading his own voice sounds.
She sighs heavily before telling him OK they will talk. She needs a few minutes to get ready though. To collect her thoughts and try and shake her bad dream. She tells him while she is getting ready in her bathroom for him to build a nice fire in the fireplace, and then they will talk while relaxing on the rug in front of the fire.
She hops up from the bed and crosses the room to the bathroom. After turning on a second bedside lamp, he turns to look at the bedroom. The bedroom is lavish, to say the least. The king size four poster bed is flanked, on either side, by two elegant nightstands. The four mahogany posts of the bed extend high up, the wood matching the nightstands. On the wall, next to the bathroom door, is a large mahogany dresser that also matches the night stand.
He looks around and marvels at his "new mom's" bedroom. It's such a change from his mother's bedroom back in the so called real world, with her mismatched, cheap, garage sale, broken ass night stands, lop-sided dresser and ugly stained twin mattress and box spring thrown carelessly on the floor without a frame. Not to mention, unlike his old mother's room, there is not a ton of filthy clothes strewn on the floor. Instead, Lini's room is immaculately clean. A pleasant change indeed!!
He glances to his right and notices, over in the corner is a mini bar. Next to that, covering the entirety of one wall, is a large stone fireplace. In front of the fireplace is a large luxurious white rug.
In a matter of minutes he has a fire started. He then suddenly remembers Madame Kat said something about him having gifts for her in his bedroom; that they would be waiting for him.
He rushes out of the room and down the hallway to his bedroom. Sure enough laying on the bed is two white boxes, one square and one oblong, plus an even smaller square white box. They were not here before. There is a note pinned to one of the boxes.
You have two dozen of the world's finest roses Jimmy. Once you take them back to the bedroom close your eyes for a moment and let your imagination go as to how to use them. In the other box, is another sweet little gift for your mother. Don't open the second box, but instead be just as surprised as her when she opens it. These little gifts are guaranteed to melt her heart. When she asks about where you got the money simply tell her you used all of your savings to buy this stuff for her. Oh and you might consider adding a little wine to the mix—you know to relax the both of you for the events that will shortly be unfolding.
MK
Jimmy scoops up the two bigger boxes, along with the smaller one, and hurries back to her room. Once inside he opens the oblong box and sees the beautiful red roses. He closes his eyes as she suggested asking himself, "how can I impress her the most with this pretty roses."
It came to him quickly. He glanced at the bathroom door hoping he would have enough time to prepare everything. Then he smiled to himself and relaxed. He would have enough time. Of course he would, after all, it was his dream and everything would go perfectly.
He opens up the first dozen roses and begins to tear the pretty red buds off of them. He scatters them in a jagged red path from the bathroom doorway to the rug in front of the fireplace. In the end, he was required to use all the roses except three. He leaves a single one at both the beginning of his path, and one at the end.
Then another thought comes to him as he decides to follow Madame Kat's advice to the T. He heads over to the bar and searches for a bottle of red wine. He quickly finds it and pours two glasses of wine. He places one at the end of the path of red rose buds, while placing the other at the beginning of his impromptu path. Across the top of each glass he carefully balances the long stemmed rose.
He looks at handiwork and smiles. "Pretty clever Jimmy," he mumbles to himself.
On the rug, he places the final red rose next to the square white box as he wonders what is inside of it. He then rushes out of the room back to his own bedroom where he takes the time to freshen up a bit, just knowing she won't come out before he returns.
He quickly combs his hair, brushes his teeth, throws on a fresh pair of jeans and a pair of boxers, along with a plain white tee shirt. Amazing enough, he knows where everything is in his room as if he lived there all of his life. He hurries back to her room ready for his night of dreams to begin.
He was just getting settled down on the white rug when she appears. This is just further confirmation that the night shall go perfectly, as it was almost like she waited for him to get back inside the room before coming out.
When she walks out he marvels at the change in her. It appears she has went all out to make herself beautiful for him. She has a full complement of make up on, making her face radiant with the beauty he remembers from her photo shoot. She also has let that long, gorgeous jet black hair down. It falls well past her ass, just as he remembers from the photo shoot.
Now she is a mirror image of the women, (could it be really her?) in the photo shoot from Asians Honey's. The biggest difference is she is not dressed sexy in the least, but instead has on an over-sized red night shirt that does little to reveal the awesome earthly delights that lay underneath.
Lini spots the path of rose buds and lets out a soft sigh as she clutches her hand to her heart. She spots Jimmy over on the rug and gives him a warm smile.
"Oh God honey I guess you really are going all out to make things up to me huh."
"I am."
"This." She reaches down and plucks the rose off the full wine glass, "For me?"
Jimmy nods his head.
"It's beautiful. I guess you remembered I have a weakness, a real weakness for roses."
"Yeah." Jimmy says quietly. He stares at her marveling at her beauty.
"And for wine. Red wine and red roses... hmm I think you are trying to tell me something sweetheart."
"Yeah... like I am sorry... and that I love you, a whole lot."
"Yes I can see. Only someone so filled with love, could construct such a pretty little path of rose buds. Wherever did you get the idea?"
"Hmm it just came to me."
She stands there admiring her rose, twisting it around in her hand, before bringing the wine glass to her lips. She pauses, looking at him over the upturned glass, she whispers, "And this for me too."
"Of course," he replies.
"Red wine, is my favorite, but be warned son wine makes me very warm and friendly."
"Really, well then the wine is most definitely for you."
"And what about you. Are you having any so you shall be equally warm and friendly with your mother?"
He holds up his wine glass and smiles. They both gulp down the wine in three large swallows, before she continues down the trail of rose buds that cuts across the light brown bedroom carpet, like a dark path of red beauty.
As she reaches the end she spots the second glass of wine, with the second pretty red rose balanced across it. She bends over to pick it up saying, "Two glasses of wine and two roses. This night could be special. I guess you must really want the full treatment of my... " She pauses and smiles at him mischievously "niceness tonight honey."
Then she spies the small white box resting just a few feet away next to the rug.
"Oh and I see... what a present for me?" She says sweetly picking up the small white box. She holds the rose up twirling it in her fingers before setting it down and saying, "This is all too much."
"If anything it's... it's not enough Mom. You deserve all this and more... for being such a great mom to me."
"Boy oh boy you are full of charm tonight and... more than a few surprises. I can hardly wait to see what my present might be."
"Yes but first... you have to finish your wine. I want you... yeah totally relaxed before you open the gift."
"You too then. Pour yourself another."
He heads over to the bar and pulls the wine bottle out and fills his glass once more. They sit down on the carpet and enjoy a little small talk, while sipping on the wine. After finishing her glass she is anxious to open her present.
She begins to open the box as Jimmy curiously leans forward anxious to see what he got her.
"Oh honey it's beautiful." She pulls a nightshirt that looks eerily familiar out of the box. "And pink my favorite color but... well I mean don't you think it might be a little too sexy for me."
Jimmy is filled with surprise, shock even, as amazingly enough what she has pulled from the box appears to be the exact sheer pink nightshirt that she was wearing in the modeling pictures that so turned him on.
He has no idea of how he is going to respond... until he does. The words just come tumbling out of him.
"Mom I remember years ago... before Dad left us, how you complained that he never bought you anything sexy. That it made you feel... you know not so desirable as a woman. And I guess I just remembered that and when I seen that on display at the mall... "
He pauses, trying to gauge her reaction. She has a half bemused smile on her face listening to his story. "And I remembered pink was your favorite color I thought... I don't know what the hell."
"Jimmy don't lie to me... not tonight. I think this night is shaping up to be very, very special but only if you can be brave enough to be completely honest with your mom."
"Mom I'm... I don't know what you are talking about. I'm not lying."
"Hmm, maybe you weren't lying, at least not until the end." She pauses while taking a large sip of her wine. "I don't think you thought 'what the hell' when you bought this... I think you were thinking of how good it would make me feel, you buying me this. I just think you are being too modest. I think you bought it for me because you hate the way your father treated me and are trying to make it up to me."
"Yes... I did hate the way he treated you and... you deserve to have nice things. Soooooo... "
"Yes this certainly is nice. Must have cost a fortune. All this the roses, the nightshirt."
"Maybe, I will never say... .hey open the other one." For the first time he notices a second, smaller gift box tucked away inside the box that contained her pink nightshirt.
She opens it and they both let out a small gasp of surprise.
Inside is a very expensive looking diamond necklace.
"My God Jimmy... " She is too chocked up to finish her sentence, but instead, reaches over and envelops him in a mighty bear hug that nearly takes his breath away while she starts to cry.
"Mom mom... you are killing me," he says squirming out of her hold.
"Do you like it?"
"The tears of joy are not a dead giveaway." She jumps up and heads to the bathroom. In front of the mirror she put it on and gasps once more.
"Jimmy come here and see how it looks on me."
He starts to walk over to the bathroom and then has a sudden thought pop into his head. He has been having lots of those "sudden thoughts" pop into his head tonight and wonders, curiously, if Madame Kat somehow is responsible. He can almost hear her soft cackling laughter as he reaches down and snatches up the pink nightshirt.
"It looks beautiful on you Mom," he says simply as she preens in front of the mirror this way and that, admiring her brand new shiny diamond necklace.
"Christ Jimmy all this... the roses, the nightshirt, and most especially this... Know I know it had to have cost you a small fortune sweetheart. Where did you get the money? Are you selling drugs or something!!?" She turns to him, her face full of motherly concern and caution.
"No way Mom... I... I emptied out my savings is all."
"Your savings. You mean your account at the bank you have been stashing money away since you were 13 to buy your first car. Your dream Mustang."
"Yeah."
"God honey you should not have done that. I mean that car is your dream."
Before he can stop himself, the words come flowing out once more without him having to think about them. "Mom you are my dream. Your happiness and seeing you smile is my dream. Nothing else matters."
"Oh baby... " She hugs him again and then begin showering him with light kisses on his neck whispering "God I love you so much. Your words touch my heart so... " She pulls back and strokes his face softly. "Deeply."
"I'm glad... Hey you want to try this on... see how it fits anyway. I wasn't sure of your size."
"Yeah good idea. I will try it on and it will give me a chance to compose myself. You know clean up some of this tears of joy that are ruining my makeup."
"Nothing can ruin that beautiful face of yours Mom."
"Is that the wine talking baby... if so you better go pour yourself another glass because you are melting my heart with your charm tonight."
She shuts the door quietly as he heads back over to the white rug. He too is marveling at his charm tonight, at his very smoothness, wondering where it all came from.
He settles himself down on the carpet and sips his wine. A smile spreads across his face thinking how perfectly things are going thus far. A gnawing fear is growing deep inside his stomach, though, as he simply does not know how to deal with "perfect."
A minute later she is calling him from the bathroom. The door is cracked just enough so he can partially see her face and nothing more.
"Honey the nightshirt is lovely."
"Can't I see how it looks on you Mom?" He asks trying to make his voice sound innocent with simple curiosity, instead of... rough with forbidden desire.
"Come here I don't want to have to shout across the room."
He cross the room and leans against the door jamb. She has keep the door almost completely shut, so he cannot see how the nightshirt looks on her.
"It's really tight on me and well... kind of revealing... and I would be afraid, honestly, to let you see me in it, especially since you got so grossed out the other day seeing me in my underwear."
"Mom I was not grossed out."
"You weren't. Sure could have fooled me the way you fled the room."
"I left... I didn't flee first of all and not because... I was grossed out or anything stupid like that. I left simply coz I thought you were mad and I had maybe embarrassed you by walking in on you... you know while you were half dressed is all."
"Well this is not the way I envisioned us having this conversation but I guess it's time for full confessions on both sides. That was a nice start for you so now it's maybe my turn."
She stares at him deeply as he realizes this is, quite possibly, the moment of truth.
"But remember since I am going to be really honest with you I expect the same in return when it's your turn to be honest again."
"Well why don't you open the door and come out and we can talk on the rug."
"No way son... I mean I can't let you see how I look in this until I know it won't cause you to like freak out... so we talk here... like this."
"Fine."
"So my confession is this. Jimmy you did embarrass me when you walked in while I was getting dressed. You have to understand your father he was rough on my self-esteem. He made me think my body was not so attractive especially my... " She pauses as her voice hitches a bit.
In that brief pause, Jimmy, by sheer instinct, again understands what is said here in the next few moments between them, will maybe decide the fate of his dream. He must be very careful and choose his words wisely. He prays the charm he has been blessed with tonight does not fail him now.
"Big old fake tits... " She is blinking back tears her voice coming out in a despairing whisper. "At least that is what he called them."
"Mom he was stupid and blind if he ever thought that."
"Really son you mean that. I hope so because when you seen me with my shirt off I got terrified and scared and thought you would have the same well... you know thoughts as your father about my... breasts and that is why I snapped at you and appeared mad."
"You weren't mad."
"No honey just scared of what you were thinking and when you left so quickly I just assumed the worst. That you were totally grossed out seeing me like that."
The moment of truth is here. His heart is racing. He remembers Madame Kat telling him he must make a full confession. He plunges ahead with his confession before the moment is lost.
"No Mom I only left because I felt guilty for... for staring at your breasts and thinking they were so," he pauses needing to choose his works carefully, "utterly beautiful."
"I think that might be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me baby. So I guess... " She opens the door the rest of the way allowing him to see how she looks in her new sheer pink nightshirt. "It will be ok... to let you see me."
Just as he suspected it looks to be an exact duplicate of the nightshirt in the sexy photos from the Hot Asian Honeys photo spread. And if he thought she looked hot in the magazine, now standing not a foot away from her, here in real life, she looks absolutely smoking hot.
His eyes get real big as he stares at his mother. She comes out of the bathroom now with a shy smile and says quietly, "Your kind words have given me the confidence to let you see how I look in your nice gift honey. I pray you are not disappointed."
"Oh... ahh not a-at all Mom."
"If you don't mind I would maybe like to leave your gift on... both gifts that is the beautiful necklace and my pretty pink nightshirt."
"Of course Mom that is why I got them for you to wear and enjoy." He wonders though, if she is enjoying wearing the nightshirt as much as he is enjoying seeing her in it.
She leads him over to the large rug where they sit down next to each other and begin to sip on two new fresh glasses of wine she has poured them. Jimmy's heart is racing as his eyes keep falling to those majestic tits of hers, so proudly on display under the sheer material of her tight pink nightshirt.
She finishes off her third glass of wine in one large swallow, while they engage in a bit of small talk. Soon their talk becomes deadly serious.
"Mom you are supposed to tell me about your dream. Remember."
"Oh yes the real bad one that you were so mean in. You sure you want to hear about it."
"Yes as I am really curious to see just how mean I was in your dream."
"Ok well if you insist, in my dream just like you did for real a few days ago you walked into my bedroom while I was getting undressed and this time instead of leaving the room right away you stood there laughing at me and then your Dad, well he liked appeared out of nowhere and joined in and you were both cracking crude jokes about my "big tits" and saying how ugly they were."
"Mom I... "
"Shh let me finish. I started to cry and yell stop it to the both of you... but you kept right on laughing and making jokes." She dabs at her eyes now as Jimmy wonders if she is going to cry. "I guess what made it so dramatic and emotionally damaging to me was that it was sorta like the incident between us the other day."
"Mom I did not laugh at you... or crack jokes the other day."
"No but you ran away which made me think the worse."
"I'm not running away now. And that little pink nightshirt of yours is a lot more... ahh revealing than your bra was the other day. So what does that tell you?"
"You tell me honey. Seriously, what does it mean? I think I have an idea... considering."
"Considering what?"
"Considering you can't seem to take your eyes off my tits," she says this with a bit of a smirk before laughing and adding as he starts to blush bright red, "Oh honey don't be embarrassed I'm just joking. Playing around you know."
Jimmy feels this once again is finally the moment of truth. If he chooses his words carefully he has the feeling it will lead to - something.
"But what if it's true Mom?"
"What that you can't take your eyes off my tits. I would be shocked, I guess."
"Jus coz Dad didn't like them you maybe think I am the same. I mean, well I think Dad was stark raving blind and stupid for making fun of your... breasts Mom. I mean so what if they are big." His eyes flicker down to the front of her nightshirt for about the tenth time since they have been sitting on the rug talking, before he adds, "Really big actually."
"Yeah really big and ugly. I think that is what you both called them in my dream and your father called them in real life."
"Well its real life now and... and if you want to know the truth of what I feel... " He pauses, butterflies in his stomach, wondering if she will encourage him to go on.
"I really do honey. Tell Mommy what you think baby." Her voice is dripping with tenderness.
"I think they are very, very beautiful Mom."
She smiles at him, as she raises up on her knees to face him while whispering, "I guess that is why your eyes... keep flickering down to them just about the whole time we have been talking huh. So really it's true?" There is a mischievous smile on her face when she says this that unnerves him just a bit.
"Mom... yes, I'm having a hard time looking at anything but your tits. Sorry." He starts to get up, preparing to flee the room in embarrassment as his natural born shyness reigns supreme even in his perfect dream.
"Hmm I thought so... " She moves over closer to him using one hand to gently push him back onto the large round pillow. She throws one leg over him. She is now straddling him with a warm, pretty smile on her face.
"You don't know how that warms my heart to hear that baby. I have been so insecure about them."
"I don't know why they look terrific Mom," he says nervously while she is trusting her chest out towards him. His hands are nervously pawing at the thick white rug. More than anything, he wants to reach out and grab those big tits of hers that she is teasing him with, but then he remembers with the utmost clarity what was written in her bio.
Honestly I have never told anyone this before but my big secret is I simply love the shy, innocent type who I eventually have to take by the hand and actually guide them to my breasts so sweet innocent and shy they are plus they are so unwilling to stop being a gentleman. I loved being treated like a queen to be admired but not touched... that is until I can NOT stand it anymore and must have my breasts get the thorough loving and pampering I so desire."
"You really think they are pretty huh baby. You're... not just saying that to make me feel better."
"N-no." His eyes are now practically glued to her boobs as they strain against the tight confines of her nightshirt. He simply loves the way the dark outline of her big round nipples is so clearly visible under the sheer pinkness of her nightshirt.
She tilts her head to one side and says very softly, almost so quietly that he cannot hear her, "I wonder if you might be thinking... hmm do they feel as nice as they look... is that what Mommy's shy little boy is thinking?"
Jimmy says nothing, but more importantly does nothing, instead he only continues to stare at her majestic tits with rapt wonder. He is honestly almost too nervous, or maybe too shy, to move a muscle. Probably both, truth be told.
She reaches out and takes his both hands in hers. His heart races again as he remembers what the bio said- honestly I have never told anyone this before but my big secret is I simply love the shy, innocent type who I eventually have to take by the hand and actually guide them to my breasts so sweet innocent and shy they are.
This is it!! He just knows she is going to slowly guide his hands to those big, beautiful tits of hers and invite him to play with them. His hard cock is on full alert for just such an eventuality.
But much to his disappointment, instead of guiding his hands to her tits, she laughs and says, "Oh honey I was just joking. I know you would never think such a naughty thing." She pulls him to his feet. "Would you care to slow dance with your Mom?"
The answer of course is a disappointed yes, as he much would have rather gotten his hands on those beautiful breasts of hers. He sighs thinking "Oh well there are much worse things in this world than dancing with my mother. Especially a mother who is hot as mine is."
A minute later they are holding each other tight, swaying softly to a romantic love ballad she has put on the CD player. She takes the time to put on a pair of 5 inch black spike heels which makes her quite a bit taller than him. But more importantly, it puts her chest practically at eye level with his face.
Whispered terms of endearment are exchanged softly between mother and son. He tells her how beautiful she is. She in turn reminds him what a handsome young man he has grown up to be. Handsome and well put together she says with a smile as she slowly pulls his tee shirt up and off of him.
"There that is better, I don't want you to get overheated when we are cuddling in front of the fire later sweetheart." she whispers scrapping her long nails across his bare chest. As he holds her in his arms his eyes are once again drawn to her chest much like a moth is drawn to a light. He simply cannot keep his eyes off of them especially now that they are practically in his face. He senses she knows this as she seems to arch her back as they dance thrusting those big, beautiful boobs of hers out at him.
So inviting is her implied invitation that he finds his hands, seemingly of their own power, beginning to move slowly upward across the soft pink material of her sheer nightgown.
They are heading to the forbidden territory of his mother's breasts, but just before they reach there... his hands stop just below the mighty twin peaks of her breasts. His innate shyness, once again takes over. He hears his mother sigh audibly before she breaks away from him. The song has come to an end.
She breaks away from him and walks slowly over to the small boom box CD player that sits atop the stone fireplace. The room goes silent as she turns the CD player off. The pure sexual tension now between the two of them is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
She turns to him a warm, gentle smile on her face. She then tilts her head to one side causing a memory to burn bright inside his brain. This was just about, minus the setting of course as they are in her bedroom instead of the kitchen, the exact pose he seen her in on page 25 of her photo spread. The exact picture that made him think she is the one he wants to dream of.
He remembers how, with her head tilted like that, it reminded him of someone looking at a real cute puppy dog and saying "Ahh." Almost on cue wit this very thought, he hears his mom say, "You know Jimmy you are so irresistibly cute that you remind me of a sweet little innocent puppy dog. It just makes me want to say Ahhh."
He nervously shuffles his feet not knowing what to say. His charm has deserted him, instead being replaced by an intense shyness that leaves him powerless to speak, let alone move.
"And your mother knows just exactly what her cute little puppy dog has been staring at all night with those sweet, little innocent eyes of his."
"S-she does," he finally manages to stammer out a couple words at least.
She leans back against the stone fireplace her arms relaxed at her sides. He loves, really loves, the way her big tits are straining mightily to be released from that pink nightshirt. She tilts her head to one side and whispers, "Yes she does and just maybe it's time Mommy stopped teasing her little boy and let him get a small glimpse of heaven." She slowly begins to unbutton her pink nightshirt.
This is better than he could have imagined. His heart races as she is undoing the buttons extra, extra slow, probably on purpose with the explicit idea of building the already heightened sexual tension between the two of them.
It worked like a charm as Jimmy's big cock is throbbing with an intense hardness he never knew possible.
Finally, the last button comes undone, and her shirt falls open just enough to see a good portion of his mother's immense tits, but not enough to get the full picture. This new pose, incredibly, was just the same as on page 26 of the pictorial he had worshipped with his eyes earlier.
Jimmy, bit by bit, moves closer to Lini. She holds her hands out to him with a quiet, patient expression on her face. Their hands clasp together. She leans her head back and thrusts out her chest to him as she murmurs, "Honey maybe you would like to help Mommy take her shirt off. Hmm I think maybe yes," she says breaking into a warm, inviting smile.
She places his hands softly on the flat plain of her well-toned stomach and ever so slowly leads them upwards. His cock grows even harder as his hands are guided upwards towards his mother's massive tits. She then stops and adjusts the course of his hands, pushing them to the edges of her nightshirt where she whispers, "Go on, help your mother out of her shirt baby." And then, his heart beating in his chest wildly, with her help, he slips the sexy pink nightshirt carefully off of her.
Finally, after such a long slow buildup her beautiful 38DD's in all their naked glory are revealed to his long expectant eyes. He stares at his mother's bare tits with wide-eyed innocence, which is exactly the reaction Lini is hoping for.
Jimmy takes a step back, awe struck by the sheer size and beauty of his mother's tits. He has a brief, thankfully very brief, flashback to his "other life" with his ugly, hog sized mother, and realizes he never wants to leave this dream.
Lina tits are spectacular as they jut out towards him like a pair of majestic mountains. She is leaning back, thrusting her chest forward for all it's worth, knowing her son is enjoying what he is gazing at so hungrily.
Wanton lust is filling her heart. Lini is more than ready to have Jimmy begin the process of thoroughly worshipping her tits with his young, eager, virgin mouth. But first she must be sure of one thing. She licks her lips nervously before asking the all-important question that will determine the fate of this night's adventure.
"Honey I have to ask you this... and you must tell me the truth, the absolute truth, regardless of... you thinking it might hurt my feelings."
"Ok." Jimmy says pausing in his wicked admiration of her bare tits to focus his attention on her face. She looks to be dead serious about this question she is getting ready to pose to him.
"Are you OK with my... breasts not being... you know real?" There the cat is out of the bag. She is prepared to study his reaction for any telltale signs he might be lying to spare her feelings.
Jimmy looks at his mother squarely in the face, takes a deep breath, and prepares to tell her the God's honest truth.
"Mom your tits are 100 percent real to me. As in real beautiful," his mind is racing as it seems he wants to pay his mother a dozen complements all at one. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before continuing, "They are stunning. Magnificent even and so big and so beautiful that... that I can barely find the words to describe how really, really nice they truly are." His charm has seemingly returned full force as Lini is starting to beam from ear to ear at her young son's enthusiastic, and in her mind, very truthful comments.
He moves closes to her, leans in to whisper his final complement in her ear, "Mom I think you have the most beautiful tits in the whole world. They are simply gorgeous... just like you." He then kisses her fully on the lips. The kiss lingers long and sweet as it breaks into several more long and heartfelt kisses.
Finally, he pulls back. They stare at each other deeply. Lini's eyes are blinking back tears.
"That is really how you feel honey. You mean all that?"
"I do."
She takes his hands in hers, looks down and then back up at him before saying softly, "Then why haven't you tried to touch them yet baby." Her heart is now filled with both desire and self-confidence, after her son's many kindly comments regarding her breasts.
Jimmy again tells the truth. "I... I am just not that aggressive Mom. Shy I guess maybe." He looks at her, the palms of his hand wet, before it's his turn to whisper, "Would you mind very much if... I touched them."
"You can touch them all you want," she replies back, her voice nearly breaking with uncontrollable pent up lust. "Here let me help you." She gathers his hands in hers, pausing first she allows the sexual tension between them to build to a virtual crescendo of out of control lust, before slowly guiding them to over breasts.
Jimmy begins fondling his mom's large, succulent breasts slowly at first, rubbing his hands all over them in a slow, circular motion. Slowly, as he gains confidence, he flicks his thumbs over her erect nipples making her hiss with passion.
"Oh... that's it play with your Mother's tits all you want sweetheart. You really like them huh."
"Oh God yes Mom." Jimmy replies as begins to squeeze them with a newly found confidence as its really quite obvious Lini is enjoying her son fondling her big tits.
He feels like a kid in a candy store, a very hungry kid at that with an uncontrollable sweet tooth, as he is having so much fun fondling his mother's tits. He concentrates on making her nipples snap to attention, liking the power he has over them as he continues to attack them using his fingers in a soft flicking motion. Her gentle sighs of pleasure are getting deeper and more... desperate. She wants more!!
"Enough of teasing your Mommy. Follow me," she commands him, her voice full of rough passion.
He follows her swaying ass. She is completely naked except for her 5 inch heels. They reach her large king sized bed and holding hands they playfully tumble down on to it. His mouth automatically goes right to her tits as she stretches out on her back allowing him total access to her gloriously enormous boobs.
He is just about ready to begin kissing and sucking on them-vigorously and without restraint- when he suddenly remembers her bio. He should follow it despite the untamed, wanton passion filling his heart. No, he must follow it as he remembers what he read so carefully at Madame Kat's behest.
"I wish to have my lover start slow by showering the entirety of my breasts with a virtual rainfall of the softest sweetest little kisses, licks and nibbles, which will melt my heart and fire my soul until the point where I simply demand, beg if necessary, that he starts sucking on them like there is no tomorrow."
So he pulls his mouth back, for just a moment, collecting himself for the task at hand. He then with the words from her bio ringing in his mind begins to very gently, very slowly, and very carefully, rain down a virtual shower of the softest, most delicate butterfly kisses all over his mom's tits.
Lini is in heaven as, surprisingly, her young, inexperienced son seems to know her little secret of just how to turn her on so very much. She begins to squirm all over the large bed as Jimmy's teasing kisses are turning her on to such a degree that it won't be long now before... she loses control.
Jimmy's tongue slowly snakes a long luscious line back and forth across the vast expanse of his mother's full-sized breasts, going from one to the other, before finally ending at one of her nipples. He lathers it deliberately with his tongue making Lini squirm and begin to clutch desperately at the back of his head, trying to force his face deeper against her tits. He pulls back and turns his attention to the other nipple, which he spends a long moment or two nibbling on so very gently causing his mother to moan with unearthly delight.
The begging is about to ensue. "Go on Jimmy, stop teasing me and suck on them baby... please honey... pleeeassse."
Jimmy lifts his head and smiles inwardly as he well remembers what comes next.
She pauses to take a delicate sip of her water, (as for me I needed some cold water splashed in my face as her answer was that hot!!) and then adds the kicker. "Once he has sucked on them for what seems like forever and with such reckless abandon that it leaves us both breathless I wish him to take absolute and total control of the situation. I want him to... " She pauses then. "Hmm I better not say what I wish for next."
Could it be true? Could she really ask him to put restraints on her? Well there is one way to find out. He must follow the bio and do his level best to comply with her wishes and suck on those lovely tits of hers... like there is no tomorrow. And sadly for him there will be no tomorrow as this is only a dream. He avoids such a bitter and distasteful thought as he lowers his mouth to her beautiful breasts, determined not to waste his chance, he falls upon his mother's breasts like a ravenous wolf.
He is sucking on her tender nipples, making her moan with a swelling desire to have more. His eager, young mouth flies back and forth between the mighty twin peaks of his mother's tits sucking, licking, nibbling on each to the point where he is so turned on he is dry humping her through his shorts.
Lini senses the time is right as she feels her son pushing his hard dick up and down against her as he lays on top of her sucking so greedily on her tits. She snakes a hand through his hair at the back of his head and pulls his face away from her tits.
Their eyes meet as he looks up at her disappointed, much like a dog who has had his food bowl yanked away from him in mid meal. "Sweetheart I have a... a special treat for you... if your interest... and Hmm I think you are the way you are humping me down there."
"W-what Mom... " Jimmy holds his breath hoping against hope that he bio rings true.
"Reach over inside my top drawer there," she gestures to the nightstand on the right side of the bed. "Inside you will find something in a black bag. Bring it out."
He does as he is told, reaching over and pulling the small black bag out of the nightstand drawer. At her behest he dumps the contents onto the bed. Its two sets of fur lined cuffs. One set for my wrists and one set for my ankles she says with an impish gleam in her eye.
Jimmy can barely contain himself as he puts the restraints on his naked mother. Per her instructions he stretches her four limbs out until she is handcuffed, spread-eagled, to the four corners of the large four poster bed.
He looks at her as he hops off the bed to remove his shorts. She has a wicked little smile on her face as she stares intently at him as he slowly lowers his boxers.
His large almost 7 inch cock springs forth from the tight confines of his boxers, like a tiger ready to pounce. All Jimmy can think about is the end part of her bio.
"Oh come on Lini... do tell... don't leave your adoring public and me for that matter hanging... what then."
"Well it's never happened but I wish him to take me up on my suggestion to take absolute and total control of the situation as I produce a set of soft and comfortable but very reliable fur lined wrist and ankle restraints. I want to be totally submissive to him and his hard cock as he crawls on top of me and begins to slowly fuck my tits. And as he does this I am driven wild with desire until I start begging him to fuck them harder and faster."
Jimmy has been secretly thinking about titty fucking his mother since this whole forbidden dream has started. Titty fucking is a bit of a fetish for the young man. Make that more than a bit, as its number one on his do to list.
Lini voice floats to him softly, rousing him out of his fanciful desires to fuck his mother's tits. What she tells him makes his heart trip hammer inside his chest.
"Sweetie would you like to put that big, hard cock of yours between your mom's tits huh baby... you think maybe you would like that."
Jimmy has lost the power of speech so overcome with absolute forbidden desire he is? He nods his head dumbly as he crawls up onto the bed and then on top of her.
"Come on snuggle that cock of yours in between your Mommy's big tits baby and do... what you have been dreaming of doing all night... that is fuck the hell out of them. First though you had better rub some baby oil all over them to make them nice and slick."
Again he nods yes dumbly still unable to find his tongue. He takes his time rubbing the oil on his mother's breasts, wanting to draw out the sexual tension building between them as long as possible. Every time he flicks his thumb across her sensitive nipples she shudders with pure forbidden delight.
"Stop teasing your mother and finish the job," she hisses at him her tender, sweet voice now so rough with forbidden desire he barely recognizes it anymore.
The job of applying the oil finally completed at her urging, he raises up for a moment over her to enjoy the view. He looks down and sees her looking up at him, so tightly bound spread-eagled to the bed. His eyes travel up and down her well tones body and finally come to rest on those big beautiful tits of hers. They are glistening now with the oil.
"You wanna fuck em so badly I bet huh sweetheart. Go on... crawl on top of me and do it... now," she demands hungrily to her son.
He complies with her wishes. He straddles his mother, (by now Jimmy is fully engrossed in his dream as Lini is not some fantasy character playing the role of his mother but in his heart of hearts he believes she really is his mom), his cock aching with pent up desire.
He begins to slowly, carefully push his hard cock between those majestic tits of hers. He uses his hands to squeeze them together so they fully envelop his achingly hard cock. He had never felt such immense and overwhelming pleasure ever in his young life.
Each soft thrust brings him closer to a most explosive climax to Act I of their forbidden play, while only serving to whet Lini's appetite for more. More than anything she wants to see her young son lose control and begin to fuck her tits like a madman.
Each time Jimmy spears his hardness up into the deep valley between his mother's glorious tits it pushes him one small step towards the first real orgasm of his young life. She wants to make it a memorable one as, because a mother just knows these things, she senses with never being told, that Jimmy has only come via his own hand. She is proud that her mighty tits will be the instrument of her young son's very first orgasm.
"Come on baby fuck em harder for Mommy please... "
She struggles against the cuffs that bind her. She so badly wants to grab his hips and help him thrust forward harder and harder.
Jimmy holds on to this slow and gentle fucking of his mother's tits as long as humanly possible. Maybe it lasts a half dozen or so strokes up and down, before the passion to do as she is now begging for to do overwhelms him.
"Fuck them baby... that's it harder son harder... cum all over your mom's tits honey... please for me... please baby... "
The bed begins to rock and roll as he is fucking them so hard now. He can't believe he is lasting this long. Of course, he has no way of knowing it but the dream potion Madame Kat gave him contained a sort of cum repressive that allows young men to last much, much longer than they normally would. Also it will help them get harder much quicker after finally coming. Madame Kat found no reason to spoil that little surprise for Jimmy, much to his delight now.