I am dreaming. I must be, there is no other explanation.
Here I am, sitting at the dining table of my cosy little home. But there is no food in front of me, no dining plate, tumbler, spoon, fork, or anything. Just me and an empty table. It took me a good second before I realized that there were, in fact, no clothes on me either.
Great, what is it going to be this time? Naked in the streets, naked in the lake, or much more humiliating, naked in the classroom?
However, I just realized, I am not the skinny man I was years ago. Normally when I dream of such dreams, or rather nightmares, I become my old self from three years ago. Thin, bonny, and looking like a skeleton. It was a great source of humiliation, so I can see why. But today, I see myself as the jacked dude I am not. Which is good.
"Oh, you are here already,' a voice spoke out to me. I looked up to see an older woman standing in front of me with a giant smile on her face. My heartbeat immediately began to increase. This was no stranger, this was the woman whom I called Mom.
'M.. ma... maa?' I fumbled. I could not believe what I was seeing. My mother, standing in front of me, while sat before her butt naked. But that was not even the best part.
'Yes dear?' she asked. She looked at me curiously as to what I was about to say.
My first question was obviously going to be, 'Why are you wearing that apron? I mean...' See, the thing is, she was standing at the door to the kitchen, just a few feet away, wearing nothing but an apron.
She looked down at her apron and tugged on it with her left hand. Her boobs jiggled a little when she adjusted the apron. 'This? I heard it is common to wear them when working in the kitchen,' she said. 'Wait now. I must get you something to drink.' She spun around, revealing her naked bubble butt before jotting off into the kitchen.
Shivers travelled through my body at the sight of her ass. My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. She is almost as tall as me, with a super curvy body. She had milk jugs for tits and a massive bubble butt to die for. I would love to get crushed by her thick thighs. Her long black hair was always tied into a single braid and fair white skin did well to contrast with my own dark brown skin. She was a goddess among humans, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that her own son lusts after her deeply.
She appeared out of the kitchen once again, this time holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She bent forward, lowering her apron and revealing the massive cleavage. I cannot take it anymore. She stretched out her hand towards me and said, 'Here you go.'
My eyes were fixed on her beautiful smile. My heart began to flutter and my chest grew hot. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I continued watching her, with my mouth half open.
'What happened dear?' she asked, her smile replaced by a concerned look.
I remained silent, unable to open my mouth for some reason. However, that turned out to be a good thing.
She stood back up and walked up to me. She then proceeded to put each of her legs on either side before sitting down on my lap gently. We were so close at that moment, that I could practically feel her breath. 'Does my little boy need some love?' she asked with a kind smile. 'Don't worry Mommy is here for you.'
The only thing separating her and me was the apron. I could almost feel the touch of her skin and I was furious that I could not remove that stupid apron. I struggled hard, as I tried to move my hands but to no avail. They felt numb, or rather nonexistent. No! This can't be! I can't come this close and leave! Please!
'Now then... Ajay, I am leaving!' she said.
'What?' I exclaimed.
'Ajay! I am leaving!'
Suddenly, I was pulled back into reality. I found myself back under the covers, drowning in sweat, while my mother continued to shout, 'Ajay, I am leaving!'