Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2018 21:11:43 +0000
From: Chrissy Larkin <chrissylarkin955@outlook.com>
Subject: Bad Dream

I must have been crying out.  I felt my heart beating madly, sweat on my
forehead and my back was damp. The nightmare terrors were still vivid when
my mother entered my darkened bedroom.  I continued to shake as the warmth
of her body pressed against mine.

"You had another bad dream, Polly."

I felt her wrap her arms around me as she slid into my bed and under the
sheets. I pulled her towards me, quickly putting my arms around her
waist. Her warmth and smell acted like a sedative.  I could feel my
heartbeat begin to slow down and finally I could catch my breath. I pressed
my head against her, and felt the curves of my mom's soft bosom.

For several minutes, we lay together. My mother caressed me softly,
whispering words of reassurance as I nestled my head under her chin,
listening to her heartbeat, feeling her breath gently, her breasts rising
and falling slowly like a moving pillow. I kept my arms wrapped around her.
She started to move.

"Don't go, mommy."

I held her more tightly. She sighed, lay back against my pillow. I relaxed
my grip around her waist and slid my hand up slowly until it rested on top
of her breast. I gently caressed it, feeling its soft, pillowy
plumpness. Soon, I could feel her nipple stiffen. I rolled it between my
fingers, making erect and ready.

"No Polly. Not now."

I didn't listen and she didn't stop me. My fingers tugged on the buttons
that opened the top of her nightgown, exposing both her breasts.  I pulled
once more on her erect nipple and then moved my head so my lips were soon
touching.  I began to suckle and heard my mother sigh. Her hand found the
back of my head and held me there.

The first time it happened followed another nightmare. My father was out of
town on business trip. Mom let me sleep in bed with her after a bad
nightmare. We cuddled and I was wide awake, my head on her bosom. It was so
soft, I wanted to touch one. I asked if she still had milk. When she said
no, I was puzzled. It seemed so full to me. I put my hand on her breast and
gently squeezed it. "Can I try?" I asked.  She smiled and then sat up and
undid the buttons down the front of her nightgown and pulled one out for
me. I put my mouth on her nipple and began to suck.

Nothing happened, of course. But I felt her nipple become erect in my mouth
and so I continued to suckle, enjoying the sensation of nursing. This must
have been what it was like when I was a baby, I thought.  I looked up at my
mother and will never forget her face. Her lips were parted and her eyes
had a look I had never seen before. It was then I realized she was enjoying
this as much as I was. So began our special time together, whenever we were
alone.

Now, in the middle of the night, my mind still shaken by the bad dream,
suckling on her breast produced the most wonderful calm for me. My
nighttime terrors faded, the fears melted until my mind was blank and in
the moment. Only the sensation of her nipple on my lips, the sucking, the
gentle massaging of her bosom with my hands were real.

And then I felt her hand slide down my body, pulling up my PJ shirt and
slipping underneath the elastic waist of my flannel pants. Her hand cupped
my vulva. The warmth of her hand was intoxicating. The sensation was
electric. I felt myself grow wet and I pressed myself against her hand,
moving my hips a little as I continued to nurse.

For several minutes, we continued this. Her hand stroking up and down. My
hips moving back and forth. My lips sucking hard.  And then my mother
moved. She pulled her breast away and sat up. I could barely see her body
in the darkness of the room. I felt her pull down my pants and then she
moved and I felt her lips touch pussy.

I whimpered. She moaned softly as her mouth moved up and down, her tongue
pressing into me.

"Mommy!"

I felt her hand cover my mouth to quiet me.  "Hush, honey. Daddy is
sleeping."

Her lips continued to glide up and down, the sound of sucking noises was
all I could hear.  Again, I gasped as the sensations I felt made me
shake. Very quickly I felt a warm glow ignite within me. It kept building
as my mother continue to press her tongue in and out.  Suddenly I grew
fearful that I would pee, as the fire in a part of my body I had never felt
before began to throb and pulsate. It happened so quickly I had no chance
to tell her. I whimpered, but she kept her hand over my mouth.

I swear I saw sparks fly across the room as I lost control, my hips moving
spasmodically, pushing into the air, thrusting into my mother's warm, wet
tongue. It felt like the sensations would never stop. I didn't want them to
stop.

Eventually, she slid her hand away from my mouth as I gasped for air. Her
lips let go of me and I could feel her kissing me down there. Soft, wet
kisses that kept me wanting more.

I couldn't move.  My mother pulled my pants back up and lay her warm body
against mine. I felt her lips on mine and we kissed, only it wasn't like
our usual kisses. They were warmer, wetter and lasted longer. I could see
her smiling, and I hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you mommy."

I snuggled my mother, pressing myself into her body. Despite feeling
fatigue and sleepiness, I had this overwhelming urge for more of what she
had just given me.  Slowly, I felt myself tingle while my mother stroked my
head. Again, I pressed myself into her, letting her feel me against her
leg. It felt natural to do this, so instinctive.

I felt her tug down my pants once again. I lay against her, not knowing
what to do, but breathing hard, wanting, full of an inexplicable desire. My
mother lifted up her nightgown, and suddenly I felt the warmth of her body
directly against mine. She rolled so that she was on her back and I lay on
top of her. Opening her legs, I felt her wetness as her breathing
hardened. Reaching down, she grasped me, and pressed me against her. I
gasped, letting out a little whimper of excitement.

"Try to be quiet Polly. Daddy is sleeping."

I could hear snoring, but it was far away now. I felt dizzy and excited as
that new tingling sensation swirled through my body, my mind. My mother
rolled her hips, thrusting against me. I realized I was to do the same, so
I lifted my hips and then moved forward. The friction, her wetness were my
stimulants. An animal like need took hold. Quickly, I began to thrust and
felt her hands on my hips, guiding me.

My mother also tried to stay quiet. But I could hear her heavy breathing,
signalling that she was feeling the same physical pleasure that I was also
experiencing.  I felt a thrill as I realized I could give to my mother what
I had received from her just a short while ago.

I continued to thrust back and forth, awkwardly, but with passion.  Slowly,
I felt my mother begin to grip me harder with her legs. She let out a
harsh, gasping sound and dug her fingernails into my back.  Her actions
frightened me, thinking I may have hurt her in some way. I stopped
momentarily and started to ask if she was okay. But she interrupted me.

"Don't stop Polly! Don't stop... Please! Please! Please"

Her urgent begging got me started again. Once more she whispered in to my
ear as she hugged me with her legs and arms.

"That's it...More....Yes...Yes....Yes!"

She buried her head into my shoulder and moaned deeply. I felt her throb as
she pressed me tightly between her legs. The pulsating sensation made me
quiver and now it was my turn to grunt and throb. My mother held my face
close to her to keep my quiet as I shuddered over and over.

"Mommy, oh Mommy!"

And then I could no longer move. I lay weak and gasping on top of her. My
pants down at my ankles. My body felt wet with sweat and an unfamiliar
dampness where I was pressed between my mother's legs.

My mother gently rolled over and reached down to pull up my pants once
more. She covered her nakedness with her nightgown and then hugged me
again, holding me gently as my body became more relaxed and the wave of
fatigue I had felt before came back, this time I couldn't fight it off.

"Not a word to anyone, Polly. Our little secret, okay?"

I nodded and mumbled "I love you" but was nearly asleep by the time my
mother finished tucking me in, making the room look as innocent and
peaceful as possible. In the distance, I could hear my father snoring as my
mother closed the door to my room.

The End

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