You are being compressed under your mother. You feel yourself being pressed down and the longer it lasts the more you feel. You start thinking that you are going to die. It doesn’t mater that you are being worn as a piece of clothing that the impossible has happened you know you are going to die…then the weight lifts off of you. You ark around and you feel the weight turn onto your “arms” and “legs” (the straps). As much as you are still in pain from being flattened and your limbs being torn from their sockets and your face being crushed in you can feel a moment of joy at your relies. But that joy is short lived as you feel something strange right in the pit of what feels like your stomach you …
Your eyes open partially. You are under the covers and it is dark. You’re in bed and there is nothing wrong with you. No pain. Everything feels so foggy like waking up from a dream. “It was a dream,” you softly murmur to yourself. “Just a dream,” you stretch out and feel the cool sheets and soft pillow, you turn on your side to get comfortable. Your eyes close and you start to drift again.
“HMMM.” Your eyes burst open and you remain perfectly still. That sound wasn’t from you, it came from behind you. You try to figure if this is just another dream but it feels very real as real as the other dream was. It as then that you realize that you are naked when you feel the sheets under your entire body. There is a small shuffle right behind you. By your sense of touch you feel a heavy object weighing part of the bed behind you. The shuffling goes again and warm skin touches your naked butt.
You are too afraid to move so you don’t jump up with surprise. Slowly your role over with as little noise or motion as possible. You complete the rotation and lay on your opposite side and you look into the sleeping face of your mother.
Relief and panic both set in at the same time. You are relived that it is just her but then you also realize that she isn’t supposed to be in your room, but your room doesn’t have a big enough bed for two people. Your head turns leaving your body perfectly still and your eyes focus in the darkness. This isn’t your room, it is mom’s.
You experience a moment of deja'vu and you have no idea what to do. Could you simply get out of bed? The thought rushes through your mind but then you also know you are naked and another part of you says you can’t move or mom would wake up. You are in conflict and can’t do anything. You just lie there petrified staring into your mom’s sleeping face.
You are so close to her face that you can feel the warms from her body and the heat of her breath on your noise. You want to move away but you are too afraid to wake her. Then the strangest thing in your already shocked brain happens. Sleepily your mom roles forward and part of her lands onto your still form.
Fear shoots through you. You know she is going to wake up, you are…are…are…nothing happens. You are pressed skin to skin with your mom and she hasn’t woken up. You always knew she was a heavy sleeper but not like this. “Steven,” you hear her breath in a slurred whisper. An arm comes out form under the covers and crosses over your shoulder. You don’t understand for a moment then realize that she is dreaming or in her sleeping state feels like you are your dad that a body belongs here. Relief, and you breathe out and your muscles go slack. You are almost ready to move when the same arm that now crosses your shoulder falls to your side and lightly grabs the small of your back. And then you feel a leg cross over your thigh and slide between your legs at the calf from behind. In a sleepily stretching motion your mother pulls even closer to you and your naked body presses up against…her naked body. You feel her bare chest leaning against your own breasts. And your pelvis is now touching your mom’s pelvis. Oh no! Is all that goes through your mind.
Your eyes are frozen straight forward and you watch helpless by your own shock as your mother’s face leans into your own and her thin pink slips lightly cress your own soft slips in a short sleepy kiss that a woman gives her lover not her daughter. Your mom snuggles into you, her face nestles under your chin and her long hair is in your face. Mom’s hip slowly and steadily grinds into yours and you feel those large breasts and their naked nipples rub against your skin…”HMMM Steve,” You mom softly moans and just nestles in closer if that was possible. Your own cleavage is now acting as a kind of pillow for your mom’s neck and shoulder…
You can’t stay here this is too unnatural. You know you need to move. So slowly you start to move. You pull away very slowly and the arm resting over you goes slack. Easily you lift your leg and your mother’s becomes untangled with your own. Your hand accidentally graces her thigh and you know you felt the string of a thong…you stop realizing the correlation in your dream…big mistake because as you paused to think you also see your mom’s eyes slowly open at the sudden absence of the warm body next to her…
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