She sat on the floor, running her hand over her head. That was the third time she'd done it while putting all the pans and cleaning supplies away in the lower cupboards. Fortunately that was the last of it.

Standing, Emma stared at the four remaining boxes and shook her still aching head.

“Tomorrow is another day." She slumped into the kitchen chair and leaning back into it, closed her eyes.

"You tired mom?"

Emma opened her eyes and flinched at the sight of a woman with long black hair sitting across from her. Behind her was a tall young man with the same dark hair.

“Long day, Ben." The woman, rubbed at her shoulders.

“I'm sore."

"Here, let me do that." Ben's hands slipped beneath hers and kneaded her shoulders.

"Oh, honey, have I told you lately what a good son you are?" Mary released a relaxed sigh slumping further down in the chair. Wait, how did Emma know the woman's name?

“Because it's your dream silly." A soft voice chided in her mind.

“A good son should take care of his mother, no?"

“I'd Like to think so." Mary laughed softly then purred contentedly as his large strong hands worked her shoulders.

“Hmm, honey, that feels fucking amazing."

Those words, inappropriate as they were, had come out sounding even worse. Mary had breathed them in a husky voice more fitting being with a lover than her son.

Somewhere in her mind Emma knew she was dreaming, but was unable to react to the scene in front of her. Did you usually know when you were dreaming in your dreams?

"Robin was saying that earlier." Ben-why did their names seem familiar?-spoke as his hands slid from her shoulders down to her upper arms.

"Man, Cliff was fucking her good."

"That he was," she whispered, "God, he was fucking her so hard."

Wait, they had seen Cliff and Robin? No, this was a dream...

"And she looked so good, damn she was hot." Ben was no longer massaging, but caressing her arms, sending a shiver through her.

"The way her dress was bunched up and just on her knees taking it? I was so fucking hard."

"And your naughty mother was very wet," Mary sighed, "In fact, I'm getting pretty wet right now." She put her hands on his forearms and squeezed them.

“Damn, you've got a hard body."

“Got a hard cock too, and not from thinking about Robin." Ben swept her hair to the side and kissed her neck.

“But from my hot as hell mother."