R+ Fantasy:Chapter 4

Mom was the first to lie on her side. I switched off the light and positioned myself behind her, spooning. It was pleasant. Comfortable, cozy, and personal. I didn’t know where Mom was taking this. Was she looking for more than simply a place to sleep? Has she become more sensitive because of all this discussion about fantasies?

I had to find out, and I was experiencing the moment, even though it’s a little perverse. Mom was a woman, of course. A lovely woman with a full physique. A wonderful individual. Was it more than a son that drew my attention? Was she drawn to someone other than a mother? The mere thought of what might happen was turning me on a bit. I sensed that my member was beginning to pay attention. It’s not really my fault. To check if she noticed or cared, I did, however, get a little closer to her ass. Trying things out.

“David, get that thing off me, or you go back to your room.”

Simple, direct, and to the point. Just sleeping. Good enough to know.

“Sorry, Mom, it kind of has a mind of its own. Something about going to bed with a beautiful woman.”

Mom sighed, then turned over facing me, then turned me around so she could spoon me from behind with her arm hanging over my chest.

I am aware that Mom only wants what’s best for me, just like any other mother. I’m already independent and have a job. For me to be happy in her eyes, I need a wife and most likely children. In my opinion, Mom needs someone other than Ketty and my visits to keep her going now that Dad is gone. Even though Mom and I get along well, being “together” was never really an option because it doesn’t address either of our long-term needs. Even if Mom wanted to be with me, you know. However, we both have other, more immediate demands in the short term. Additionally, I am certain that Mom would never act on any incestuous feelings she might have toward daughter.

I heard her breathing slow down as she drifted off to sleep after a few minutes. However, I couldn’t immediately that evening. It seems like Mom has romantic cravings and demands that would never materialize in real life. I had a lot of questions, assumptions, and potential outcomes running through my head. Could I please Mom?

Was Mom joking when she said I attacked her? Could she fulfill her fantasy in any way? Could I help Mom come out of her shell, or has she given up on ever dating again? Could she be secretly interested in doing more with me? I was in her bed tonight, but why? Is a 24-year-old sleeping with her mother considered normal? How recently did Mom get laid?

Was I planning an incestuous relationship more for Mom or myself? Why was it that I couldn’t ask Mom so many questions in a civilized setting? I always had this tendency to overanalyze everything and consider all aspects at once. But a strategy was being developed. A terrible, wicked, foolish, unlawful, and perhaps, ideally, brilliant scheme. I was unable to acquire my mother’s opinion on the plan or get her consent in advance. It was going to be exciting, one way or another.

I was going to be a bad, obedient, appreciative, and generous son. My mother will be raped by me. I must give this some thought.

2 weeks have passed.

“Hi, Mom, I wanted to call and see how you’re doing.”

“Hi, honey. Doing the usual. Assume you’re coming in? You know what I’m going to say.”

“Actually, Mom, I do have plans, just checking in, and I’m still not bringing laundry home. Roger wants to check out a new bar across town and wants a wingman. If I’m lucky, he’ll find someone that has a needy friend.”

“We talked about this. You are a wonderful catch; you just need to get your confidence up. Promise me you’ll go for it this time.”

“OK, for your sake, I’ll give it the old college try this weekend. Take it easy and let me know if you need anything. I’ll see you in a while.”

“Good, just don’t make it too soon. Keep trying. Momma needs more grandkids.”

“OK, Mom, love you, later.”

“Love you too. Bye, and good luck.”

OK, so far so good. Mom will be home and not expecting me. This is a huge risk. What if I have Mom figured wrong? She could freak out, disown me, call the cops, or have the most exciting night of her life. Or all the above. Am I turned on as well? Absolutely. A couple of ‘accessories’ for ambDavidce. I haven’t shaved for a couple of days to give me a scruffy feel when I rub my face against hers from behind. Also, I’m going to have a beer just before and have a cigarette. I don’t normally smoke, but I thought having it on my breath would somehow add to the wrongness, the rawness. Make me a ‘bad boy.’ And make her question a little if it’s me.

I know Mom’s nightly routine from my frequent stays. She will be asleep by 11:30, even on a Saturday night. Give her an extra hour to make sure. Leave my place at 10:30 and drive straight there.

Saturday finally got here. Bruce is off doing his thing tonight; I’m by myself as usual. I’m getting nervous, and excited. Can’t believe I’m going to do this. I’ve even been online trying to find how-to hints on how to rape your mother. Sounds creepy just thinking it. This is just her fantasy, not a ‘real’ rape. If she tells me to stop, I will. But what if she says stop but really wants me to keep going? Will she know it’s me? We talked about this fantasy. She needs to know it’s me logically but think it’s a stranger emotionally. If I can get into bed, behind her, and she never sees me, at least part of her can pretend it’s not me. Very tricky tightrope. God, am I really going to do this? What will this do for my ‘good guy’ persona? My self-image? I decide to keep going till (if or when) she says my name and breaks the spell. I really love my mom and don’t want to hurt her. Thoughts keep swirling in my head. Enough already! I’m, we, are really doing this, tonight. Intense.