Jerry was having a lovely dream.
The boy wouldn't have wanted to wake up from that erotic fantasy, even if he had started to.
Of course, in his slumber, he had no idea what was causing his wonderful dream – nor that it was something which would have been well worth waking up for.
His mother bathed his cockhead with her tongue, then let her lips slowly part as she fed the flaring slab of purple meat into her mouth.
She began to suck softly.
Jerry whimpered at the sensations.
Margot nursed with pleasure. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew tenderly down his looming cockshaft, as if she were inflating his balls.
Her lips peeled outward as they collared his thick prickshaft.
Her drool washed down his cock, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, like some creamy sauce blended into a melting lollipop.
Holding only his cockhead in her lips, she twisted her dark head, winding her mouth around on his cock-knob like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt.
Jerry frigged up, sinking more cock in.
His mother began to move her glossy head up and down, stuffing her mouth. She swallowed a third of his prick, then a half. Her face turned and she took his bulging cock-knob into her cheek.
As he thrust up, her head ducked down. Then she gulped all of his prick in.
"Unghhhh – ulphhhhh!" Margot moaned as his throbbing cockhead clogged her throat, choking her.
But she held it in, her lips plastered around the hairy hilt, her chin jammed to his balls and her nose nestled in the dark patch of his cockhair.
His cock was down her throat so deep she almost thought it was going to come out of her asshole, transfixing her through her digestive tract.
She slid up, sucking through every precious inch of his sweet prick, purring with pleasure.
"Ummmmm – ahhhhhh!" she sighed on his cock-knob.
Then she dove on down and gulped and gagged as she took him down her throat again.
So much pre-cum was pouring into her mouth that, for a moment, Margot thought he had shot his wad. She swallowed with relish. But his cock stayed rock-hard and his balls were getting bigger, and she realized, to her delight, that she still had the creamy reward ahead of her.
Her head was going up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, taking him balls-deep. His cockhead hammered down her throat. If he shot off on the full penetration, she wasn't even going to need to swallow – he would be shooting straight into her belly.
Margot was having such a ball blowing her son that she would have loved to linger over the tasty task, to suck his prick for hours.
But he was shifting around a lot by this time, and she was afraid that he might open his eyes at any moment. She didn't want her son to patch her mouthing his cock – and she sure didn't want the oral act to be ended before she had completed it and swallowed the results.
She was savoring the meat course but she was starved for the thick dessert and knew that the very best part of it would be the magic moment when her virile young son exploded in her maw and fed her his fuckjuice.
She began to suck for conclusions, bobbing her head up and down in the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him to his crest the quickest.
Jerry gave a strangled cry.
She looked up through a web of fluttering eyelashes and saw he was still sleeping. His dream, whatever dream she had induced, was nearing the peak.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" she whispered softly on the head of his dribbling cock. She addressed him in his aroused slumber. "Jizz, baby, juice off for me! Slime in Mommy's mouth!"
He grunted, thrusting into her head.
"Unghhh – glugggg – slurpppp!" she sputtered as he rammed his cock down her throat.
Staring down his cockshaft as she worked on the head, she saw his balls expand mightily and knew that the boy was about to blow his wad.
She moved her lips down toward his cumbags as those heavy sacs exploded in an orgasm.
His first spurt shot straight down her throat, so that she never got to taste it – although she could feel the hot, thick slime as it poured down.
Her head jerked up, her dark tresses tumbling about, and his second squirt of foaming fuck-juice splashed onto her tongue, making her taste buds tingle.
She bobbed up and down as the boy kept shooting out his cum. He hosed her throat as she sank down and creamed on her tongue as she pulled back up.
Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow the steaming stuff.
Cum spilled from her unfurled lips and trickled on down his prick, bathing his balls. Then she dove on down and sucked it back from his cockshaft.
Margot was in heaven, prick paradise, drinking her son's cum like manna from heaven. Working steadily, she drained him to the bone.
Jerry sank back, quivering violently.
Margot kept on moving up and down, her mouth working like a pump, dragging out the dregs.
When he stopped spurting, she swallowed all of his prick in and held it in, gently nibbling at the base. His balls had gone slack and empty, but his sturdy prick was still stiff in her greedy maw.
The insatiable woman was wondering if she would be able to suck him off a second time, bringing him up to another wet dream without waking him.
Her belly was already full, yet the hungry lady was still eager for more sweet jizz, hot to drink another load of her son's spunk.
How wonderful it would be if she could spend the whole night with his cock in her mouth, swallowing his jism as he served it again and again.
She looked up once more.
Jerry's eyelids were fluttering wildly.
Although she really hated to, she figured it was wisest to make her escape now. She gave his still-hard prick a last loving suck, then let it spill from her lips.
Jerry was starting to blink.
His mother jumped up from the bed and darted from his room quickly, like a ghost in the night.
She hoped he would believe it had been no more than a wet dream.
Jerry sat up, looking stunned, his eyelids batting up and down. His vision was blurry and misty. He would have sworn that he had seen someone duck out his bedroom door – ass and tits glimpsed in vague silhouette.
But how could that be?
It must have been a dream, he guessed – a very realistic and detailed dream.
He looked down at his prick.
The meat was glistening. He reached down and felt around, then brought his hand up and gazed into his palm. There was plenty of spunk there, but there was also a lighter sort of froth.
He could swear it was saliva.
Puzzled, he considered the possibilities.
And he would think of only one thing – since it never for a moment dawned on him that it could have been his own mother who had munched him in his sleep.
Debby must have changed her mind and come sneaking over to his bedroom!
It just had to be.
And as the boy thought about the sexy blonde girl drinking his jizz, he began to get horny all over again. His cock was still stiff and now his balls began to inflate as another load of cum rushed into them.
He wrapped his fist around his prickshaft and started to jack off.
But then he whipped his hand away as if he had suddenly touched a hot stove.
He grinned fiendishly.
If Debby Wedgewood could come sneaking into his bed in the dark of night, why couldn't he return her call?
He owed the nubile girl a suck now – and he could fetch his cock along as well.
Jerry jumped up and put a bathrobe on. Then he went out of his bedroom and down the stairs.
Margot had dashed back to her own bedroom and was looking out the slightly open door. She wondered if her son had realized that she had sucked him off. What would he think of her if he guessed the truth?
Would he be shocked and disgusted.
Or would he want her to do it again?
Then she saw him emerge from his room. She smiled, expecting him to turn down the hall and come to her room. She was all set to suck him off again – while he was fully aware of it now.
But the boy turned in the other direction and went on down the stairs.
She wondered where he was going.
She still wondered if he knew what she had done.
But there was no way to know for sure, so she decided to return to his bedroom while he was out. There was still a lot of spilled spunk on his bedsheets and she hated to waste a single drop of his sweet slime.
She was going to lick it up from the sheets.
And if the boy happened to return and find her in his bed, she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
Margot went back to Jerry's room, lay down on his rumpled bed and began to suck his spunk up.
The stage for mistaken identity was set.
Claire Wedgewood was sleeping in her daughter's bed and Margot Benson was in her son's bed and a drama was about to unfold on dual stages.
Debby came out of her front door in her sexy negligee and walked across to the house next door.
At the same moment, Jerry came out of his kitchen door and crossed through the back yard to Debby's house.
Neither teenager saw the other in the dark of night.
And mistakes were about to be made.