Beautiful Dreamers Ch. 02

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Lonely single mother Tammy had developed an acquired taste for incest and taboo erotica over recent years. In her own mind she quickly developed more than a fascination with it - especially with her favourite kind, mothers and sons having sex with each other!

In fact she believed there to be nothing wrong with it in reality. The excitement of such taboo fantasies of crossing those lines might have been intensified with the knowledge of how dangerous such a life could be, but she had not only developed an addiction for such fantasies. She was in love with the idea.

Of course it was not something that society accepted. Some taboos society might never want to dispel when they weren't even abusive. It was truly disturbing how men could act on the taboo of murder and rape to fulfil their own sick needs when it suited them, and yet the love and the bond between family could only be so strong. And though not all human beings were backstabbing, murdering, raping sociopaths, her passion remained a secret guilty pleasure, so close guarded that nobody would have expected.

Tammy recently stumbled upon a fairly new writer on erotic fiction website Literotica. He called himself Erotikinesis and wrote exactly the kind of stories she craved. Not only that, he was so damn good at it that Tammy was so deeply affected by his works, unable to think about anything for days but lustful, loving, incestuous sex all day and night.

Every story was so much more intense than the last, striking deep on every level so that she could barely tell one erogenous zone from the next. Contacting him to thank him for his perverted talent of daydreaming so graphically and emotionally in words, Tammy discovered that Erotikinesis was her only son.

Ben Adams was as deeply in love with the mother and son incest fantasy as she was. What came to be from that day forth set in motion a journey down the road to mutual self-discovery and the liberation of each others' hearts and minds.

When she asked Ben to write her a story, depicting what would happen between them if fantasy led to reality for the both of them, Ben delivered more than she could have hoped for - much more. The lines between that fantasy and their reality were beginning to blur...

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The very next morning Tammy showered and then set into the kitchen in her white terrycloth housecoat and made coffee. In the relative silence of that Saturday she stood dumbstruck by the previous night's events. She had been alone when she read Ben's story, lying on her bed in only her bra and panties, and thrumming with a strangely erotic sense of overwhelming fright. That had soon melted away, much like the rest of her.

How many mothers could claim to have been brought to such intense climaxes by the erotic works of their own sons? Come the insanely clever curveball that Ben had written into the story to trick her - one mindfuck to the next - Tammy was aching and pleading for this reality he had created. Come the part where he gave it to her, along with many very real questions, not only melted away her inhibitions.

The sex between them in his story left her utterly devastated and wondering what reality she was even living in anymore. So she had told him, Tammy felt like she had witnessed and experienced the real thing through his words, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

In all honesty, she was more afraid than ever for the fact that she wanted more. She wanted more of his stories, she wanted them to be closer in their shared secret, and after having answered the questions put forth by Ben in his fiction, she was afraid that she wanted him the way that he wanted her.

Ben started to move around at roughly 10AM and after a quick shower he too came downstairs and entered the kitchen. He must have known his mother was there. He entered very cautiously, even before they laid eyes on each other.

'Hi,' he offered with a shy smile and approached her scratching the back of his head. He was dressed soft, in a snug white t-shirt and his grey sweatpants, his hair damp and messy.

'Love the scruffy after-shower hairstyle,' she said, swatting the fringe away from his forehead.

'Are we weird again?' he asked. She knew what he meant. After last night's odd escapade, they were full-circle and back to that day last week when it all came flying out of Pandora's box.

'Yes!'

'Good,' Ben said and stood facing her with a resigned look. Tammy asked him to hold her then and he didn't hesitate. They held each other quietly for a long time, listening to each other breathe. Nothing else mattered.

'So weird,' Tammy agreed before uttering a lengthy yawn. Then she peered up into her son's warm eyes and offered him a bright smile. In honesty, though she wouldn't tell him, Tammy felt like a teenager on the inside and she was a few hormones short of crushing over him. There and then that didn't feel weird at all. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. It felt even better when he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, Giresun Escort which she accepted with an adorable squeak.

'You look like you could maybe use a coffee. Were you up late playing your game?'

'I'd love one,' he accepted, letting her loose to work her magic. 'I was up late. But I was writing again.' That surprised her, to hear him dare to speak so freely.

'Sooo... you read my email?!'

'I did,' he nodded thoughtfully. 'Are you okay? I dodn't know what to think, whether you were upset or shocked.'

Tammy took a deep breath as she poured Ben his coffee and added milk, then offered him a trustful glance. 'It was amazing, son. It sounds strange saying that, but do you mind me being so honest?'

'I suppose I'd better get used to it,' he said with a smirk and lifted the coffee to his lips.

'I don't know how I should feel just yet. But I know how I do feel.'

'I feel the same,' he agreed.

'I know I put you on the spot last week when we talked. And I put some serious questions on the table that you'll never have to answer if you don't want to. So a part of what made your story about us so thrilling was how you presented your own questions and interpretations. They really made me think... hard...'

'Thinking wasn't the hardest thing you were doing,' he teased and laughed. 'Don't lie!'

'You awful, awful man, shut up,' Tammy suddenly squealed. She blushed full-force and bit her lip before taking a swipe at the bulging meat of his bicep. 'Do you want me to really come out and say it?'

'You might already have said enough in that email, mom. Maybe you don't want to say anymore just yet if you don't know how to feel.'

'I feel like we might love each other more than we probably should,' Tammy confessed and blushed harder. Part of her regretted saying it. 'Please rescue me from that last statement,' she begged.

'Relax mom,' Ben said and disarmed her with a kiss on the cheek. 'We can talk about it more when the dust has settled. But I refuse to believe that we can ever love each other too much!'

Good choice of words, Tammy thought to herself later. One hell of a bomb had dropped right on top of them. And they had brought it on themselves. The thing was that the dust wouldn't settle for a long time to come, but that wasn't what concerned her. The real concern was the shellshock that had rocked her to the core.

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At six that evening, Tammy was done busying herself, dusting as it were, and was residing over one of her horror novels with a coffee when Ben swooped in, putting his coat on. He had a confident smile on his face. Tammy noticed that and also how smart he looked in a dark red shirt and jeans. Her first thought was that he was going out on a date. The mild scent of cologne backed up her intuition.

'You look nice, are you going out?' she asked.

'We are,' he announced. 'Get your coat and come with me. I'm taking you to see a movie and then for something to eat.'

'Oh I can't let you do that,' Tammy blushed again for the third time that day.

'Just as well I'm not asking,' Ben quipped with a wink. 'Come on, let me treat you for once.'

Tammy's heart leapt faster than she could stand up. Nobody said it was a date, nobody but the voice in her own mind, though she refused to let it speak for her. She hurried to fit into her stretchy drainpipe jeans and pulled on a snug black t-shirt with a plunging neckline, spraying on a hint of orange citrus perfume just for good measure.

'Oh mom, you smell good enough to pluck fresh from the tree,' Ben chuckled and earned a clip around the ear.

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'I haven't been to see a movie in almost ten years,' she whispered close to his ears once the commercials ended and the theatre fell into silence.

'Then I hope this movie you chose isn't a god-awful steaming pile of crap,' Ben said cynically. He was joking. Ben had recommended 'Don't Breathe' on the word of a horror buff he worked with. Tammy scolded him all the same but then quickly relaxed and took his hand in hers, where their fingers quickly intertwined.

Ben looked down, then so did his mother, but as he looked back to her she merely glued her eyes to the screen with a hidden smile. 'Are you sure you don't want a drink or anything?'

'I'm happy,' Tammy said genuinely and squeezed tighter.

After the movie Ben took Tammy to a nearby alehouse he knew that served good steaks. It was going on 9PM and both of their stomachs were grumbling like crazy. Neither Ben nor his mother imagined that they could have been happier though, making idle chitchat about work and life and anything but the weird stuff.

Ben had taken her out for the night to get away from that stuff, to give them both the chance to breathe clean air and to think clean thoughts, to be away from those four walls so that they could see each other in a different light.

It began to occur to him as he viewed her beneath the spotlights of their table, waiting on their food, that Giresun Escort Bayan regardless of his attempt to take the weight off her shoulders, his mother - radiant, youthful and her blonde hair glowing like gold before him - was such an attractive woman. Not only that, they could both read each others' body language. The message was written all over each of them. This might not have been intended as a date but it was sure as hell starting to feel like one.

'I'm so glad we did this,' Tammy enthused, sipping her iced G