My dad left me and my mom for a younger woman when I was 12yo. My mom went into a shell for about a year. She was pretty attractive but she had let herself go until one day about a year later.

My mom began to diet and exercise. Weeks went by and I was amazed how her body began to slim down. She lived at the gym almost and her body began to tone nicely. My mom began to wear makeup, and she barely wore jeans anymore. She began to wear skirts and heels, she got her hair and nails done often.

Men began to stare at my mom wherever we went. My mom never went out without looking like she could be on a way to a party. Her skirts got a bit shorter, her heels a bit higher and even woman began to look at my mom as well as the men.

Speaking of men, my mom was now dating again. Most of the time her dates were out of the house but once and a while her date would come to the house and after a dinner, drinks, and chit chat they would go upstairs to my mom's bedroom.

I could hear my mom moaning and other sounds, obviously they were having sex. My mom began to drink more and a lot of times she would be buzzed by the time her and her date went to the bedroom.

One night I heard my mom's voice, it sounded louder than normal. I went upstairs and I could see they hadn't closed the bedroom door completely. I crept to the side of the door and peeked in through the narrow opening.

There was a large mirror over a dresser and reflected to the bed. I could see my mom lying on her back in the middle of the bed. She was wearing this sexy black bustier with matching panties and stockings, she even had her heels still on. Her date was kneeling between her legs and was fucking her.

I stood there and watched everything until her date came and fell onto the bed next to my mom with his spent cock. I went back to my bedroom downstairs and realized my cock was hard as steel. I went to the bathroom, locked the door and masturbated.

Being a teenager I masturbated often but now I realized I sometimes thought about my own mom when I did. Sometimes I wouldn't bring the Penthouse magazine into the bathroom, I just closed my eyes and remembered how my mom looked while being fucked.

I imagined it was me between my mom's legs and I was the one making her moan and squirm with sexual pleasure. I came with such force thinking about my mom, sometimes I would be almost dizzy as soon as I ejaculated.

Then I began to watch porn and I would incorporate the porn with my mom when I masturbated and I would fuck her in ways I had seen in the video's. My orgasms became even more intense and sometimes I would have cum splattered everywhere but I didn't care.

This went on for quite sometime until I got my first girlfriend. As time went on I began to masturbate less and have actual sex with my girlfriend. More time went on and I eventually got married.

I was married for about 5yrs when one night I had a dream about my mom. In the dream she came into my bedroom and she stood there all dressed up and looked at me. She told me that she knew I was masturbating and thinking about her.

She began to undress and in the dream she was wearing the same black bustier, panties, heels and stockings. She told me it was time for me to grow up and fuck her like her boyfriends fuck her.

My cock was rock hard and in the dream I was between her legs as she demanded. I fucked her the way I saw her boyfriend do her. She lay on my bed moaning and squirming and she begged me to fuck her harder.

It was too much and soon I felt my orgasm coming quickly. I heard my mom urging me to cum and I didn't disappoint her. I came like a volcano and suddenly someone was pulling at me from behind. I kept fucking my mom but suddenly she wasn't there, and there was a voice calling me in some manner.

Suddenly it all went away and I opened my eyes. I'm kneeling in my bed and my wife is next to me looking like she had seen a ghost. "I sure hope you were dreaming about me!" My wife looked down and my semi hard cock was dripping cum. I had cum all over the sheets and blankets. My wife grabbed her pillow and left me there in bed with my mess.

Obviously my wife wanted to know who I was creaming the bed over in the middle of the night the next day. I had thought about it and realized she wasn't going to buy whatever I told her so I just told her the truth.

When I told her I was dreaming about my mom and she asked if I was serious and I said yes, that was the end of the conversation....thankfully!!!!