And as his day wound down each day the same as the next, it was crawling in bed at night where he could dream of something better.
What would his dream be tonight, Jimmy smiled knowing instantly, thinking back in the past as a teenager his mom coming home from her teaching job usually dressed in slacks. He'd be seated at the kitchen table waiting in anticipation, drooling over her wide round backside the second she entered the house. Pretending he was doing homework eagerly waiting her return, click clack he'd hear her heels hit the hardwood floor of the kitchen, his mom ready to start dinner for the family. They'd make their usual small talk in between his homework and her making dinner, and him taking quick peaks at her backside. He'd even ask her for help even though he didn't need it just to have her next to him, breathing in her perfume, her backside so close, her dd's right next to him. He'd get hard without fear, his desire to have his mom's body and life being hidden by the kitchen table.
Then later at night she'd come out wearing glasses dressed in her her well worn pink bathrobe, the hem of her long blue nightgown visible where the pink bathrobe ended on her legs. She'd she say goodnight and tell him not to stay up to late while he'd be wishing he could be the one in the bathrobe and nightgown. Then she'd leave giving him one more glimpse of her backside. He'd then put the TV on mute and listen for the bedroom door to close and the lock to be turned, his mom and dad were now set for the night. He'd imagine her taking off the bathrobe crawling into bed, his dad watching TV while they make small talk in bed. He'd tiptoe to the bedroom door and listen to the sounds just to see if tonight there was going to be any lovemaking. At the bedroom door his cock would be hard again, dreaming of being her in that bedroom, in that bed, in her nightgown and body making small talk with his dad. Jimmy would finally retreat to the bedroom for the night jerking off to the images of his mom on that particular day that were going through his head.
Even now some of those images still remained it's why he was hard lying in bed in his boxers feeling his wife's Kristin's butt pressed against him. His hands touching the fabric of her yoga pants she was sleeping in pulling her in close pressing his hard cock in the crack of her big butt that separated each big cheek. Like the image of his dad and him lying exactly like that, which was playing out in his mind at the moment, only the body he envisioned having in his mind obviously wasn't his, not resting comfortably in his parent's bedroom and bed laying next to his dad. It was the body that made it right and perfect the body of his mom that he envisioned having.
The big blond head of hair he now had resting on the pillow, the feel of the nylon material of the nightgown rubbing against his skin, the D size breasts trying to be restrained by the v neck of the nightgown. Then he'd feel his dad's hands on his wide hips pulling him in closer until his dad's hard cock being held in place by his tighty whiteys pressed against his enormous nylon covered butt right in the crack separating each huge cheek of it just like he was doing to Kristin right now.
Because that was his reality and those were his dreams neither of which would change, if only they would. Leaping tall buildings in a single bound, being faster then a speeding bullet, or more powerful then a locomotive were all nice but the only super power he wanted would be to make his dreams come true. He smiled if only holding Kristin tight as he drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of snoring. Dang Kristin was loud tonight opening his eyes he quickly noticed the bedroom was way off, in fact it wasn't even his, his eyes popped open when he quickly recognized it.