“Your mother's a woman. A sexy woman who has needs. I need to be fucked, baby boy."

"You're drunk or on something." Ben leaned away from the pillows, intent on getting off the bed. This was past crazy.

Mom shoved him back against onto the bed and swung her leg over his waist, straddling him.

“Mom, what hell are you..

"He was cut off when she put a finger to his Lips.

“Baby, I'm so lonely and I'm so horny!" She leaned so close, he could feel her breath on his face.

"Your mother needs to be touched."

Her lips lightly brushed his.

"To be loved and appreciated." She slicked her lips, her pink tongue slowly sliding over the deep red lipstick.

“I need to get fucked."

"Mom, please..."

"I've been having such nasty dreams," She had both her hands on his chest, trailing her nails up and down his skin.

“Dreaming of getting what I need. Dreaming of having a sexy young man in my bed.”

"Young?" Ben repeated, as she leaned into him. Her breasts were pressing into his chest, her nipples poking him through the nightgown.

But what he noticed more was the pendent being pushed into his chest.

It was warm and seemed to be throbbing. Ben's heart raced and his breathing picked up. He felt flushed and his cock was now rock hard beneath the sheet.

Hard and throbbing. Throbbing to the rhythm of the pendent.

“Yes, young," Mom was now purring in his ear.

"Young and hard. Hard for me because he loves me and wants me so bad! He wants to treat me like a whore, but love me like his sweetheart."

Her lips brushed his neck as they had last night and this time a soft moan escaped him. The smell of strawberries was in his nose, and her large firm breasts felt good against his chest. Her soft lips slid along his neck.

As if moving on their own, his arms slid around her waist.

"Hmm, that feels so good," Mom's hot breath in his ear caused his cock to twitch.

"Want to hear more about my dream?"

"Yes," he moaned as she moved her hips, grinding on his trapped cock.

Even through the sheet he could feel the heat between her thighs.