Bobby stepped into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to his mother, Janet, who was bending over to get something from the cabinet. Her jeans hugged her ass perfectly, and he could see the curve of her generous breasts from behind. He felt a stir in his pants and walked over to her, his voice low and husky.

"Mom, you got a minute?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her body.

Janet stood up and turned to face him, a knowing smirk on her face as she eyed the bulge in his pants. "Sure, sweetie. What do you need?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, his hands squeezing her ass. "I need to fuck you, Mom," he said, his voice raw and desperate.

Janet raised an eyebrow but didn't resist as he pushed her up against the counter. "Is that so?" she said, her breath hitching as he ground his cock against her. "You think you can handle me?"

Bobby growled and spun her around, bending her over the counter. He pulled down her jeans and panties, exposing her ass and pussy. "I know I can," he said, spanking her hard. Janet yelped, but he could see her pussy was already wet. An instant later, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing the head against her wet lips. Janet let out a little groan.

"You're such a dirty boy," the woman teased, pushing her ass back against him.

"You want dirty? I’ll show you dirty. Now, shut up and take my cock, slut," Bobby growled, slamming into her with one hard thrust. Janet cried out, her fingers gripping the counter. Bobby started to fuck her, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Such a tight little cunt."

Janet moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" she groaned, her voice breathless. "You like fucking your mom's tight pussy?"

Bobby growled, his pace quickening. "I fucking love it," he said, his voice strained. "I love how your pussy feels around my cock."

Janet groaned as her son thrust into her with animalistic lust. "Come on, then," she said, her voice a low moan. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Bobby obliged, his hips moving faster and harder. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, their moans, and heavy breathing. The scent of sex filled the air.

“Fuck!” Janet exclaimed as her son stretched her out. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Bigger than Dad?” Bobby asked, a smirk on his face as he pounded into his mom from behind.

“Oh, God, yes. So much bigger! So much better, too.” It was true. In all her years of marriage to Pete, he’d never fucked her like this. It was so raw. So primal.

Janet wailed as Bobby picked up his pace, slamming frantically into her again and again. Bobby could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips so tightly it was almost painful. "I'm gonna come right in your pussy, Mom."

Janet moaned, her own orgasm washing over her as she heard his words. "Do it," she said, her voice a desperate plea. "Come in my pussy, Bobby. Fill me up. Breed me. Breed your mother!"

With a final, powerful thrust, Bobby came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed into her. Janet cried out as she felt her son’s cum inside her, filling her up. She knew today was a risky day for sex. As Bobby’s cock pulsed again and again, loading her with more and more of his white-hot sperm, the woman couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he very well could have just knocked her up. Bobby stayed like that for a moment, his body still shaking with the force of his orgasm, before finally pulling out and taking a step back.

Janet stood up, turning to face him, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, that was... intense," she said, pulling up her jeans. She leaned into Bobby, letting her lips meet her son's in a deep kiss.

After their kiss, Bobby smirked, tucking his cock back into his pants. "Yeah, it was," he replied, his voice still husky. "Let’s do it again sometime."

Janet jolted upright in her bed, disoriented. Her eyes darted around the dark bedroom. This wasn’t her kitchen. Bobby was nowhere to be seen. She blinked a few times as her eyes landed on her alarm clock. It was just past five in the morning. The soft snoring of Pete as he slept next to her helped her put all the pieces together as she fully returned to her senses. She had been sleeping. It was another one of those dreams.

Janet’s unusual dreams started ten nights earlier, right after Bobby returned home from the university for summer break. She and Pete were delighted to have their son back home from college. Bobby seemed thrilled, too. He was a certifiable genius, going to school for cognitive sciences. According to Bobby, the studies were challenging, even for him. Despite a promise to his mother to leave school at school and enjoy the break, he still brought home a suitcase full of papers and experiments that he was working on. After another admonishment from Janet to remember to take it easy for the summer, the three sat down for their first dinner as a family, and a few hours later everyone went to bed.

That was when it all started.

Janet’s dream that night was vivid, so much so that she could still remember it clearly after she woke up the following morning. There wasn’t anything particularly salacious about it initially. For the first part of the night, her dream seemed to revolve around simple colors and vague noises surrounding her. Over time, though, the colors started to mix and merge, creating shapes and shadows. The noises became more and more defined. A world began to form before her eyes.

Suddenly, sounds and colors took shape, and it was as though a new reality came into focus for Janet. She looked around, taking in the forest that she and Bobby had been busily hiking through. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, dappling the trail with light and shadow. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something else—an underlying musk that seemed to seep from their pores, a primal aroma that reminded Janet she was a woman. A sexy, aroused woman.

Just then, she spotted Bobby standing near a secluded stream. Her heart started pounding. Something about the sight of her son filled the woman with excitement. He was so sexy, so perfect, she thought to herself. The perfect partner for a little fun.

Grinning, she stepped up to where he was waiting, the sound of the stream’s rushing water a soothing backdrop to the pounding of her heart.

“You’re finally here,” Bobby smiled.

Janet smiled back. “Of course I am.”

Bobby looked out over the woods before turning back to his mother. "Mom, it's so fucking beautiful out here," Bobby remarked, his voice a low rumble as his eyes scanned her hungrily.

Janet gazed into his eyes, a playful smirk giving clues to the thoughts now dancing in her mind. "It is, isn't it?" she replied. "But do you know what's even more beautiful?"

"What's that?" he asked with a knowing grin.

Janet stepped closer, her body pressing against his. "You," she whispered, her hands snaking around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Bobby could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and her hips against his groin. He was already hard, his cock straining against his jeans, and Janet didn't miss the sensation. She ground against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck, Mom," Bobby groaned, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her even closer. "Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me."

Janet leaned in, whispering seductively into his ear. "I know what I do to you, Bobby. I've seen the way you look at me." She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his. "And I like it."

With that, she dropped to her knees, her hands already working on his belt. Bobby's breath caught in his throat as he watched her loosen his pants. His cock was throbbing with anticipation. She pulled him out, his length springing free, already glistening at the tip. Janet looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face.

“You’re so much bigger than your father,” she remarked, giving him a few slow, firm strokes. “I’ve needed a real cock for so long.”

In the next instant, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Her tongue worked his shaft, and the woman let out a groan as she buried herself on her son.

"Oh, fuck," Bobby moaned, his head falling back, his hands tangling in her hair. Janet began to bob her head, her mouth working him expertly, her hand gripping the base of his shaft, twisting and stroking in time with her movements. The sound of her slurping and the wet, obscene noises filled the air, mingling with the natural sounds of the woods around them.

Bobby's hips began to move, fucking her face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "That's it, Mom," he panted. "Suck my cock. You're so fucking good at it."

Janet pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "You taste so good, Bobby," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I could eat you up." With that, she lowered her lips back onto his member, letting out a little groan as she resumed working on his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” Bobby groaned a few minutes later. “Yeah, Mom, I’m so close. I think I’m gonna come.”

Janet redoubled her efforts, fellating her son with all the effort she could muster. Bobby grunted, letting out a cry as he grabbed his mom’s hair, pulling her down on him as he erupted, shooting an impressive load of cum down her eager throat.

Slowly pulling her lips off Bobby’s cock, Janet opened her mouth, showing Bobby the cum she’d captured before throwing her head back and swallowing every drop.

“Yummy,” she grinned as she rose to her feet and straightened her clothes, a satisfied smile on her face. “I liked that a lot.”

“So did I,” Bobby replied. “I can’t wait until next time.”

In the next instant, the woman found herself waking up in bed, lying next to her sleeping husband, feeling confused and disgusted with herself.

She could barely look Bobby in the eyes that morning as they ate breakfast. How could she have dreamed something so vulgar about her son? She had erotic dreams in the past, and a few of them even featured men other than her husband. But this? Picturing herself on her knees, servicing her son’s massive cock was nearly enough to turn her stomach. Mothers don’t think of their sons like that.

The following night, Janet’s dream featured Bobby once again. This time it was even more lewd than before. Initially her dream started much like the previous night’s, with Janet on her knees sucking Bobby’s cock. But instead of waking up after the blowjob, this time Janet bent over a stump on the trail, slipping down her panties and begging Bobby to fuck her.

"Harder," Janet demanded as her son plowed her cunt, her voice a guttural growl. "Give it to me harder." Again and again she begged Bobby to fuck her harder and harder. She used the word “harder” so many times in her dream that the following day, she nearly spit out her coffee when she heard Bobby use it in a completely unrelated and innocent context.

Janet struggled to understand why she was having dreams like this. She’d never once thought of her son in such a depraved, sexual way. And it wasn’t even like Bobby was the one seducing her or forcing her into the sex in her dreams. She had come on to him. It was almost as if her dreams were part of some alternate reality where she desperately craved her son. Everything about it felt so wrong, and Janet desperately hoped that whatever was making her have such obscene dreams would soon pass.

That night after Janet fell asleep, she found herself sitting in a pew at their church. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and Janet was dressed in her favorite blue dress, a dress she often wore on Sundays just like this. She did her best to focus on the pastor’s message, but she quickly found herself staring at Bobby as he sat next to her in the pew.

Bobby looked absolutely delicious in his button-down shirt and dress pants. Janet felt an urge rising up, a strong, deep urge that brought a sultry smile to her lips. She briefly glanced over at her husband, who was intently listening to the message. As her eyes landed back on her son, Janet felt her arousal building, and decided to let the tingling in her pussy direct her next move.

Bobby was trying to listen to the sermon when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Looking over, his eyes caught his mother’s hungry gaze. Janet gestured towards the back of the church, then silently rose up, slipping past her husband into the walkway. With a raised eyebrow, Bobby followed her.

The church bathroom was dimly lit, the smell of old tiles and cheap soap lingering in the air. Janet nearly dragged Bobby inside the small room and locked the door behind them.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Bobby asked, his voice a mix of confusion and anticipation.

Janet turned to him, her eyes filled with a lust-driven hunger. "I need you, Bobby. Right here, right now." She reached out, grabbing his crotch, feeling him already hardening beneath her touch.

Bobby let out a gasp, a mix of shock and desire. "Mom, we're in church," he whispered, but his protests were weak. Janet could see it in his eyes—he wanted this, too. Bobby’s body began responding to her, his cock straining against his pants.

Janet unzipped his fly, reaching in to pull out his thick, hard length. "I don't care where we are. I need your cock." She stroked him, her hand firm and confident. Bobby leaned back against the sink, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, Mom," he groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. Janet grinned at her son, dropping to her knees. An instant later, the woman had taken him into her mouth. She sucked him hard, her lips and tongue working him into a frenzy. Bobby gripped the sink, his knuckles white, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Just before Bobby could come, Janet slowed down, pulling herself off of him as she gave him her sluttiest smile. Standing up, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me hard."

Bobby grinned at his mom. An instant later he spun her around, pushing her against the wall. He hiked up her pretty dress, pulling down her panties roughly. Janet gasped, her back arching as he ran a finger along her wet slit. "You're so fucking wet, Mom," he growled, sliding a finger inside her.

"Please, Bobby. Just fuck me," Janet begged, her voice breathless. Bobby lined up his cock, thrusting into her with one hard stroke. Janet let out a passionate groan.

Bobby reached around, covering her mouth with his hand. “You’d better keep it down, slut,” he growled into her ear as he gave her another hard thrust. “Unless you want the whole congregation to know that you’re just a fuck toy for your son.”

Janet let out another muffled moan into Bobby’s hand as he began slamming himself into her. Again and again his hips slammed against her ass, each thrust rough and deep. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the small room, mingling with their harsh breaths and muffled moans. Bobby slid his hand down, groping Janet’s tits through her dress. His other hand reached around her waist, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Janet's body tensed as she felt her orgasm rising up. Suddenly she came hard, her inner muscles clenching around him as her orgasm rippled through her in waves.

Bobby grunted, his own release building. “Oh, fuck, Mom,” he groaned. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come inside you, right here in the church!”

He pumped into her a few more times before the pleasure pushed him over the edge. With one more thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside his mother, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. Janet let out a groan, loving the sensation of his cum filling her up. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths slowly returning to normal as Bobby’s hands freed Janet from his grip.

Janet pushed him off gently, turning to face him. She adjusted her clothes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. "Such a naughty boy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bobby grinned, tucking himself back into his pants. "Hey, you started it." He said with a smirk.

They finished putting themselves back together and slipped quietly out of the bathroom. The sermon was still going on as they took their seats. Janet looked over at her husband, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of their quick, dirty fuck. Pete’s attention was still trained on the pastor, seemingly unaware that they’d been gone. With his cum oozing into her panties, Janet reached out, squeezing Bobby's hand, a silent promise of more to come.

At that very moment, her eyes darted open, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Gone were the stained glass windows and wooden pews. In their place were the curtains and nightstands. It had all been a dream. Another dream.

Janet knew she should feel guilty. She knew she should be disgusted with the way her subconscious was behaving toward Bobby. She knew she should feel like a terrible mother,...