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, and to some extent she did. But more than those feelings, Janet found herself experiencing something else. That morning, as she lay there next to her sleeping husband, Janet felt horny. Absolutely, unfathomably, impossibly horny.

In some ways, it made a lot of sense. For the last three nights, Janet had been having the most intense sexual dreams of her life. Her sex life with Pete was pretty stagnant lately, and it had been weeks since they had sex. To go from a place where sex was barely in her vocabulary to watching herself act like a dirty cumslut for three nights in a row would definitely have that effect on a woman. Deep down, she was still a sexual being. Maybe that’s why she was having these dreams. Maybe that’s what her body was trying to tell her, that she still needed sex. Glancing over at Pete’s sleeping form, a smile formed on her lips. Yes, she still needed sex, and she knew exactly where she could get it.

A few minutes later, Janet was panting and groaning under her husband as he thrust deep inside her again and again. Pete had been surprised by her proposition, but he was more than happy to oblige. The sex was pretty good, but even as she cried out in pleasure, Janet couldn’t help but admit to herself that it simply didn’t compare with the sex from her dreams. She begged for more, prodding Pete to fuck her harder and harder. He did his best to comply, but the result was that he wound up coming less than 30 seconds later, before Janet even had a chance to come herself. She was a little disappointed but still gave Pete her best smile and thanked him for a great start to the day.

As the week progressed, so did Janet’s sexual dreams. Every night after she closed her eyes, there was Bobby, ready to fuck her senseless in a fun new scenario. One night, Janet was driving Bobby to meet with some friends when she decided it was time to pull over and ride his cock in the back seat. Another night, she was stuffing the Christmas turkey when Bobby walked in and started stuffing her pussy instead. And then there was the night when she and Bobby went swimming and she begged him to fill her wet pussy right there in the pool.

Every night, the dreams grew more intense. Every morning, her arousal followed suit. For the first couple of days, she tried to satisfy her wanton urges with Pete, but every time they had sex, it ended the same way. Pete got off, and she got frustrated. Finally, she gave up on trying to get off with her husband and resorted to masturbating in the shower or getting herself off in bed after he left for work. Finally getting a good orgasm definitely helped some, but Janet still found herself wishing for the over-the-top, screaming, coming-hard-on-a-cock orgasms that her dreams were offering.

Another thing Janet had noticed was that her feelings about fucking Bobby were changing. On that first night, she felt absolute disgust and revulsion for dreaming about her son in such a sexual light. By about the fourth or fifth night of the dreams, Janet’s guilt was mostly gone. By the eighth night, she even found her dreams beginning to fuel her daytime fantasies. As she got herself off in the shower that morning, she couldn’t help but picture her latest dream, where she invited Bobby to shower with her and they wound up fucking under the cascading water.

In some ways, she decided after her ninth night of fucking Bobby in her dreams, it would make sense if she actually did fuck Bobby in real life. After all, he was a strong, sexy young man, and Janet couldn’t remember the last time she had sex that she actually enjoyed. She’d spotted her son’s bulge a few times over the last week. She was just certain he was bigger than her husband, and a young man like Bobby would be a lot harder and have a lot more energy. If she was ever going to be fucked good and hard like she deserved, she would probably need to get it from a young man like her son.

Then came her tenth night of the dreams. Even before going to sleep, Janet was a worked-up, aroused mess. As she kissed Pete goodnight before sliding under the covers beside him, it took all her effort not to jump on top of him and let her amped-up sex drive take over. Ultimately, though, she realized that sex with Pete was pointless. It would just end the way it always does. He’d be snoring while she was left unsatisfied and desperate for more. In the end, she tucked herself in and closed her eyes, lying there until she finally managed to fall asleep.

As she stared at her alarm clock that morning, Janet couldn’t help but relive her dream over and over. It had been so hot. Bobby had been so perfect, fucking her over the kitchen counter like the slut that she knew she was. She could almost feel his cock inside her. It was so big, so satisfying. This was the kind of sex she wanted to have. This was the kind of sex she deserved. As she glanced once more at her sleeping husband, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Pete could never fuck her like that. Pete could never make her legs shake as he slammed into her with reckless abandon. Pete always wanted to make love; what Janet needed was to be fucked. She needed someone to treat her like a fuck toy. Someone who would fill her pussy and make her scream. Someone who could fuck her like a ragdoll.

Someone like Bobby.

Maybe Bobby could fuck her the way she needed. Maybe that was what the dreams were all about. Maybe her subconscious was trying to show her what she needed all along. She needed more than just sex. She needed someone who wasn’t afraid to treat her like a slut and pump his cum deep inside her. She needed her son.

Janet grinned as a plan formed in her mind. Climbing out of bed, she crept silently toward the bedroom door, careful not to wake her husband. Slowly, she pulled the door open, slipping into the hallway and stealthily making her way down the dark corridor toward Bobby’s bedroom. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her blood boiled in her veins. This wasn’t a dream. She was really going to do this. She was really going to fuck her son.

Janet twisted the knob, pushing the door open as she slid into her son’s room. After closing the door behind her, she turned around, nearly yelping as she spotted Bobby awake in his bed, completely naked, propped up on one elbow, a smirk on his lips.

“Well, hello, Mother," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What brings you to my room?"

Janet’s heart pounded, her breathing heavy. Her eyes roamed over Bobby’s naked form. He looked identical to how she’d pictured him in her dreams, right down to his massive erection. The woman gulped. This was it. There was no going back.

“I need you, Bobby," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I need you so much.”

“You do?” Bobby asked, his eyes drifting down to his mother’s tits, their nipples pressing proudly against her flimsy nightgown. “Tell me, Mom, what exactly is it that you need me to do?”

Jennifer took a breath, taking a single step forward. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to take me, to make me yours. Please, Bobby?"

Bobby's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, and he patted the bed beside him. "It would be my pleasure, Mom."

Janet slipped off her nightgown, letting it pool at her feet. Bobby's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. "Fuck, you're hot," he muttered, his hand already moving to his erection, stroking it slowly. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Janet crawled onto the bed, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "I want this too," she whispered in his ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me like an animal. I want you to take me like I’m your filthy slut."

Bobby growled as his mother brought her lips to his, punctuating her words with a hard, deep kiss. An instant later, his hands gripped her by the hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He roughly flipped her onto her back, eliciting a little moan from the woman as his body covered hers. "If you want me to use you like a filthy slut," he said, his voice a low growl, “then get ready to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been in your wildest dreams.”

Bobby lined his cock up at her entrance and thrust forward, filling her up completely as he bottomed out. Janet gasped, her nails digging into his back. Without hesitation, he pulled back, then thrust forward again, slamming hard into his mom. Again and again, he filled her with his cock, pumping into her harder and faster.

Janet groaned, urging him on. "Harder, Bobby," she panted. "Fuck me harder." As he plowed into her again and again, she gasped and moaned, feeling more alive than she ever had in her life. Her dreams were coming true. All of them. Bobby’s cock was filling her up. Her son was fucking her.

“You like this?” Bobby snarled as he savagely slapped against the woman. “You like fucking your own son, like some filthy little slut?” He moved in a fierce rhythm, his body slamming into hers. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a symphony of their raw, primal fucking.

“Uh huh,” Janet cried, her mind completely overwhelmed by the erotic sensations. The slapping flesh, the smell of sex. The moans and groans. It was all just perfect. Janet could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

“What about Dad? Do you like fucking me more than him?”

“Fuck, yes!” Janet moaned. “You’re so much better than him. Please, don't stop, Bobby," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm getting so close."

Bobby grunted, his body moving faster, his grip on her hips bruising. "Do it. Come for me, Mom," he panted. "Let me feel you come on my cock."

With a cry, Janet's body convulsed, her orgasm tearing through her, leaving her breathless and shaking. Her pussy quaked, gripping Bobby’s shaft, driving him closer to his own orgasm. Bobby grunted loudly, slamming his hips into Janet one final time as he erupted, his cock pulsing as burst after burst of cum pumped his mother’s pussy full.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Janet turned to Bobby, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was just what I needed," she panted. Leaning forward, her lips found his. Their tongues danced, and their hands roamed each other’s bodies, building up anticipation for another round.

A few minutes later, as Bobby pushed into his mom’s wet folds for the second time, Janet let out a contented sigh, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of her son’s cock inside her. She was blissfully unaware of the machine quietly running on Bobby’s desk. She had no idea how it worked or the way it could generate dreams from her darkest, most repressed desires. She didn’t know that it helped her embrace her buried desires for her son. All she knew was that she was right where she belonged, in the arms of the man of her dreams.