It was dark. I wasn't even sure what time it was or when I'd fallen asleep. I was so hazy and the dreams had been so intense. I stretched, feeling the reassuring confines of the desk above and around me. I could feel the wetness between my legs and the burning in my chest. I'd had so many dreams. So many... perverted needy dreams. And all about.... Her. I shuddered. It was so wrong, but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. My mum and all the things she'd done in my dreams. Is that really what my subconscious wanted? What I wanted?

I ran a hand over my chest, and a yelp escaped me with an electric wave shooting through my body. I was so sensitive! I could hardly believe how badly my body needed Her. I mean, it. I mean, needed something. Relief. I looked around the room, and it was dim but I could easily see Her shape in bed. Heaving slowly and steadily under the covers. Fast asleep. It was late, that much was clear. Mommy asleep and dark outside.

I started getting out of the pet bed under the desk, when a thought shot through my mind. A horrible, disgustingly *wrong* thought. A thought that made my legs week with the trembling need between my legs. I couldn't help it and slipped a hand down there, my attempt at getting up no longer mattering as I braced on my elbows as I rubbed myself. I moaned. I tried not to, but I did, and it had me terrified as I stopped. I looked up at Her. At my mom. She was as still as before. It was wrong, but I was sleepy and groggy. It felt like a dream. Or I tried to tell myself I wasn't at my full senses, but I'm not sure my vision and senses had never been so sharp. I approached Her.

Slipping into bed so carefully. Like I had so many times before. "Sorry mommy, I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?" I rehearsed in my head, deciding it's what I'd say if Mommy stirred awake. I snuck in under the covers, but I wasn't gonna lay down and fall asleep next to Her. She was always so calming and comfortable. She was always so nice and patient. And now I was about to do something so wrong to Her. I hold my breath as I reach around Mommy. It's just a hug, I lie to myself. She's so warm. She's so soft. And every soft breath moves Her and it makes me tremble. She's so intoxicating sometimes. I shouldn't, I can't, I won't! I keep lying to myself, hand sliding down Mommy's tummy.

And then I feel I feel it

It's so warm

It's radiating it

I can't stop now

It feels so good in my hand

I'm touching myself. Moaning, holding it back. Biting into the pillow to muffle myself.

I don't even know when I started. I don't understand.

I feel something trickling down over my knuckle

Mommy is so wet. I'm making Mommy wet. I keep going. I can't stop

I can't even tell what's happening, but I feel so good.

It's a haze. I think I'm cumming, and I'm moaning Her name. Moaning Mommy as I jerk her off and touch myself, waves crashing over me.

I feel Her throb in my hand as Mommy cums all over my hand. I can't breathe. I lick my hand, I don't even know if I like it but I can't stop myself. I want it. I need it. It's too

I don't know how long I keep going. Things are always so timeless with Mommy. Drifting in and out of sleep. Drifting in and out dreams. But this is so wrong. Mommy would never.... No, I did this. I would never? It was all me. I'm such a pervy weird kid. Everything starts feeling so heavy. I don't want to be done. I can't fall asleep before cleaning up. She'll know! Mommy will find out!