Ambien Ch. 01: The Beginning

"Why was it impossible?" Dirk asked.

"I didn't even look at the man's face but I knew who it was," she explained. "It was you, Dirk. I dreamed about your cock and your cum."

Dirk felt his face glow and his cock fully harden, and hoped his mother didn't notice. She had been somewhat aware of what she did and that she tasted his cum. Would she ever agree to do it intentionally?

"It sounds to me like Casper isn't right for you, Mom," Dirk said. "I hope you'll keep in mind what you said about a guy who loved you, who had a cock that was perfect, and who tasted good." As self-serving as his comment was, he couldn't resist reminding her of what she had said.

"Don't worry, Son, I will," she promised. "If I find such a man and I love him, I don't care who he is, I'll take him to bed and we'll be life partners until we die."

"That's wonderful, Mom," Dirk exclaimed, his fervent desire swelling inside his chest. His throbbing cock echoed the feeling in his chest. Her promise brought his fantasies closer to fulfillment than they had ever been. "I hope you find him and I hope you'll both be very happy."

"That might sound like a social wish but I think you mean it a lot more than a social comment," she said. "I don't think you've ever wished me happiness with more intensity.

"I do, Mom, I want you to be happy," he responded. "I love you, Mom."

"And I love you, Dirk," she echoed happily. "Are you done with your questions?"

"Why, are there more I should ask?" Dirk responded, teasing.

"Not that I know of," she said. "Your questions could be dangerous, you know. The answers could make life very difficult."

"Life or decisions?" he prompted.

"Decisions, I guess," she admitted. "Anyway, what was bothering you all day?"

"You know that dream you had this morning," Dirk asked, "the one you said was impossible?"

"I remember all too well," she answered with a satisfied smile. "I have to admit it was a wonderful dream."

"That wasn't a dream, Mom, that was an Ambien moment," he said. "It actually happened."

"Oh, my god," she said softly. "Well, at least I didn't say anything."

"But you did, Mom," he said. "Several times you said how nice my cock was and how much nicer it was than what you were getting."

"So that's why you asked about Casper?" she prompted.

Dirk nodded, watching his mother warily. Would she be upset?

"Was that what was bothering you all day?" she asked.

"I didn't want to take advantage of you, Mom," he explained in a rush. "I was afraid you were going to climb into bed with me. Having sex with you that way wouldn't be good." He tried to twist his response so she wouldn't notice his desire. Doing so was technical against the rules of tell-the-truth but he attempted the evasion reflexively.

"That way?" she prompted.

Damn, she noticed.

"Mom, I fantasize about having sex with you but I don't think it's right to do it when you're under the influence of Ambien," he expanded his thought. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

Dirk saw his mother's blush as she thought about his statement. Was she embarrassed by his expressed desire or did she share it?

"Is that what bothered you all day?" she prompted.

"I loved the hand job, Mom," he said. "I loved how happy you looked when you licked up my cum. But I was worried about taking advantage of you. And I kept getting hard-ons, all day. I didn't want any of that to interfere with your special day. But I couldn't get it out of my mind. I struggled with it and my hard-ons all day."

"Hard-ons like you have right now?" she prompted, gazing pointedly at his prominent bulge?

Dirk felt his face redden. Given how they were sitting, his hope that his erection would go unnoticed was in vain but he still felt like he had been caught. And they were still in a tell-the-truth. How should he respond? "Almost," he admitted. "It's even harder now."

"I guess we have been having a pretty explicit conversation," his mother said thoughtfully, still gazing at his cock.

She pulled herself together. "Well, if it helps you feel any better, I did have a special day and your concerns didn't interfere with it in any way," she assured him. "Was there anything else that bothered you?"

"Not a thing, Mom," he answered confidently.

"Are there any other questions you want to ask me or that you think I should ask you?" she asked.

"I can't think of any," he responded. "I'm glad I know about you and Casper and I'm sorry he's not what you need. I'm glad you're going to find someone better for you. And I'm glad I got to tell you that you're beautiful and sexy."

"Oh, that's the question I wanted to ask," she said. "You keep saying that I'm sexy. Do you think I'm sexy when I walk around naked?"

"Absolutely, Mom," he responded.

"What do I do that's sexy?" she asked.

"Are we still in tell-the-truth?" he asked.

"Most definitely," she answered.

"Your body is beautiful," he said. "A lot of women would kill to look as good as you do. Your hips are sexy when you walk, the way they sway and swivel. Your breasts are outstanding. Yes, they hang a little lower than they used to but they look so sexy when you walk and they sway. I love the way your nipples get hard sometimes and how they poke out to form bumps in your nightgowns and shirts. I think it's really sexy when you hold up your boobs like you're offering them to someone, particularly when your nipples are hard. Oh, yeah, it's really neat how you caress your boobs. Your nipples get so hard and it looks like you really enjoy it. And when you bend over, facing away from me, I love seeing your pussy peeking between your thighs. You're just sexy, Mom, a real bundle of temptation."

"Wow, I didn't think you were going to stop," she said breathlessly. "So you like all of that?"

"I could go on," Dirk assured her, halfway hoping she'd ask him to. He felt his cock throbbing with the excitement of telling his mother how much he desired her.

"That's OK, you don't have to," she said in a rush. She continued more slowly, almost as though thinking to herself. "You make decisions difficult." When she resumed, she spoke more loudly, "What's it like when I go around naked?"

"Sometimes it's sexy," he answered. "You're always beautiful."

"Is there something I always do?" she asked.

"Not really," he answered. "It's always different but it always seems like you're focused on something. I can't always tell what. I've seen you eat an entire container of ice cream, though."

"Is that why you insist that I buy small tubs of ice cream rather than the larger, more economical sizes?" she asked.

"I can't control you when you're having an Ambien moment," he confirmed. "But if you don't have large economy sizes, you're less likely to eat too much."

"You're so thoughtful," she said. "I never understood why you insisted on that limit. Is there anything else, any behavior that tells you that I'm having an Ambien moment?"

"I guess it's your focus," he said. "You're oblivious to everything but what you're focused on. Most times I don't understand the logic to what you're doing but as long as you're not hurting yourself, I just try to stay out of your way. That and enjoy how beautiful you are."

"I feel good that you're watching out for me," she said with a fond smile.

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

"I don't think so," she answered. "I've learned a lot more than I thought I would. I guess our tell-the-truth is over. Thank you for being honest with me."

"That's what we do, Mom," he assured her. "As tough as it is to start a tell-the-truth, I always feel better when we finish. Thank you for being honest with me, too."

"Yeah, sometimes it is a relief, isn't it, and quite surprising?" she quipped.

They both laughed.

After supper and a quiet evening, Dirk's mother suggested, "Why don't you get ready for bed, Dirk? I'm going upstairs to do the same."

"OK, Mom," Dirk responded. Why had she said that? She didn't usually tell him to get ready for bed, she simply announced her intentions. He shrugged. His normal practice was to undress and put on a robe. He then returned to the den to watch a little more TV and hope that his mother would have a naked Ambien moment. If she did, he didn't want to miss it.

When he returned to the den, his mother wasn't around. Would she put in an appearance tonight? Or would this be one of those nights without any Ambien moments? As was often the case, he had mixed feelings about the possibilities. He wanted her to have an undisturbed and restful sleep, yet he wanted to see her naked again.

Dirk kept the volume low on the TV. He was barely watching as he read through the book that currently held his attention. He was surprised to hear a slight noise. When he looked up, he saw his mother walking naked from the hallway to her chair.

Rather than sit, she bent over and picked up a cup that was on the end table next to her chair. Dirk was delighted to see her naked pussy on display, just a few feet from him, when she bent. He watched attentively as she picked up the cup and walked toward the kitchen, the sway of her hips and butt entrancing him and holding his attention.

He thought about following her to the kitchen, to ensure that she didn't start to eat something she shouldn't. But she didn't enter the kitchen. Settling back on the couch, Dirk pulled his robe open and stroked his bare cock.

His mother paused, close to the kitchen doorway, as though in thought. Then she bent to place the cup on a low shelf next to the doorway. Her pussy was again on full display and Dirk wished he were closer.

She straightened and walked slowly to her chair, retracing her earlier steps. Her gently swaying breasts fascinated Dirk as he continued to stroke his erect cock. She was so exciting.

When she reached the chair, she turned to face the kitchen and stood quietly, again as though in thought. Then she began to caress her breasts. Dirk saw her nipples harden, standing out and looking so suckable. She moaned softly as she twisted and pulled her nipples.

Dirk increased his stroking on his cock. This was so hot! His mother was doing all the things that turned him on so much during her Ambien moments. And she was so much closer to him than usual. His cock throbbed with the possibility that he could observe her so closely. Would she offer her breasts to her lover?

As though reading his mind, his mother turned the slight amount required to face him directly. She gazed directly at his hard cock and his hand stroking it. Keeping her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, she lifted her breasts, the gesture strongly showing that she offered her breasts to his cock, her lover.

Dirk felt the pressure growing in his balls with the excitement. Then his mother began to rub her breasts together, still holding them up as an offering. Dirk fantasized about how it would feel to have his cock between those wondrous mounds.

The pressure built to an irresistible force and he moaned as he felt the flow of his cum rushing through his cock to shoot up in the air and land on his chest. His gaze was locked on his mother's breasts, rubbing together where he wished his cock could be, her fingers and thumbs rolling her erect nipples.

Dirk didn't notice that his mother leaned forward attentively as his cock continued to release spurt after spurt of cum, making a splattered line of white cream from his chest down to his cock.

When he looked at her face, he saw her gaze still focused on his softening cock. She was still holding her breasts in offering to her lover. Then she gently lowered her breasts, turned and walked slowly toward the bookcase. Dirk's appreciation for the sway of her hips reflected the contentment of his post-orgasmic peace.

She picked up the cup and carried it once again to her chair. She bent over to return the cup to its original place, again presenting her pussy to his view, again only a few feet from where he sat. Was that moisture he saw glistening there? Was his mother excited in her Ambien moment? Dirk had no doubt that she was having an Ambien moment, even though it was sexier than ever and far more in tune with his fantasies than any he had witnessed. Her hips moved as he watched and it seemed that her labia separated with the enticing motion of her buttocks. She was definitely wet and her labia appeared separated in arousal.

Whatever her mission was with the cup, it was apparently complete. She slowly walked away from her son, out of the den, out of sight.

Dirk remained as he was, basking in his orgasmic after-glow. Then he roused himself and wiped up the volumes of cum that had landed on his chest and torso. He looked around and felt lucky that none had landed elsewhere. Once he was cleaned up, he went to his own room and tried to sleep.

Being too excited in the moment to sleep, Dirk thought about his wishes and his concern for his mother. His desire for his mother overrode his other concerns and he quietly made his way to his mother's room.

His mother was breathing peacefully. With her Ambien, she would be unaware of anything that happened in the room, or at least she wouldn't remember. Dirk's desire didn't involve taking direct advantage of his mother but he had something else in mind.

He set her clock an hour later. When her alarm went off in the morning, it would be an hour earlier than she planned. Maybe, if she was still influenced by her Ambien, he could hope for a repeat of the hand job he had received. Was that only this morning? It seemed so long ago, yet the memory was extremely exciting. Dirk felt twinges of guilt as he made his way back to his room.

He tossed and turned in his bed, and several times started to go to his mother's bedroom to undo his mischief. But each time, he returned to his bed with all his mixed feelings.

When his alarm woke him in the morning, Dirk quickly took his morning pee and returned to his bed. Laying naked on his bed with his cock in hand, he wondered if his trick with his mother's clock would work or be a waste of guilt. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was a few minutes after the time her alarm should go off. Had his trick failed? Was he happier that it had failed or disappointed?

A soft knock at his door spurred his fear, desire and guilt to higher levels. It could only be his mother at the door. Would she repeat her performance of the previous morning? Was he taking advantage of her, something he had so scrupulously avoided before?

The door opened and his mother stood there, dressed in an even shorter nightgown than the previous morning. Her nipples were obviously erect. Dirk realized that the fabric of the nightgown was even more transparent than the previous one. He could clearly see the outline of her breasts and the shadow of her pubic bush just barely covered by the hem of the nightgown. Somehow, in spite of his fascination with her nipples, he noticed again how lovely her legs were. Was it because the shortness of the nightgown focused attention on her legs' lovely length?

His mother's gaze was again focused on his cock and he felt the growing hardness as he anticipated her touch. He could hardly believe how much closer his fantasies seemed at the moment, compared to even a few days before.

She walked slowly toward his bed, her breasts swaying enticingly beneath her nightgown. Dirk wondered if her nipples received additional stimulation by the friction of their movement under the soft fabric.

"It's such a nice cock," she whispered as she took the last step to stand beside his bed. She spread her legs slightly and Dirk wondered if she was going to mount him. "It would feel so good . . ."

"Mom, you can hold it," Dirk interrupted, fearing and hoping that she would finish her sentence by saying "inside." But that would be taking advantage of her and he had to divert her attention.

She smiled. "Yes, hold it," she said softly. She sat on the edge of his bed, higher toward the head of the bed than Dirk thought necessary, her hip beside his chest. She reached to softly grasp his fully hard shaft with her slender hand.

As his mother began to gently stroke his hard-on, Dirk closed his eyes to savor the pleasure and anticipate the additional excitement he hoped would follow. Moments later, he felt his mother's weight shift on the bed. He opened his eyes just in time to see her head moving toward his cock and feel her lips sucking his cock head into her mouth.

"Mom, no!" he exclaimed. This was too much, he couldn't let her suck his cock! He realized, in his shock, that he felt the wonderful weight of her breast pushing on his stomach. He struggled with the urge to reach and caress that desirable feminine flesh. But wouldn't that be taking advantage of her as well? It was bad enough that he allowed her to continue to suck on his cock. He wouldn't caress her breast, as much as he wanted to.

"Mmm," she purred, her sounds showing that she enjoyed having his cock in her mouth.

Too much or not, Dirk realized that there was nothing he could do. His mother was sucking his hard cock! And she wasn't just sucking. She licked and sucked. She bobbed her head, giving his hard-on exciting fuck-strokes. He felt his hips lifting and falling, involuntary responses to her ministrations. Her slender hand stroked the parts of his cock that weren't inside her mouth.

She pressed her head down over his erection and Dirk felt his cock head pressed against the back of her throat. Yet she didn't gag. Did Ambien suppress the gag reflex? She bobbed her head, pulling back so that just his glans was surrounded by her lips, then pressed downward again.

"Oh, God, Mom, that's so incredible," Dirk moaned. He had never felt anything quite like that and wanted to have the experience even more.

As though she heard him, his mother repeated the motion several times, each time pressing his cock head more firmly against the back of her throat. Then she shifted her position. She slid her hand lower to cradle his scrotum, gently caressing that most personal of sacs, then pressed her head down over his totally hard erection. But this stroke didn't stop with his cock head pressed against the back of her throat. She engulfed his cock until her chin was firmly pressed against his pelvis. His mother did deep throat!

"Oh, my God," he gasped. He never fantasized this yet it was incredible. His rock hard cock was fully engulfed within his mother's mouth and throat! "Mom, you're the sexiest, most exciting mother a man could ever have!" Dirk felt the familiar pressure in his balls, so close to bursting forth. Just a few more motions and he'd fill his mother's mouth with his spunk.

But she didn't make those motions. She held him deep in her throat as she gently stroked his scrotum with her fingertips. When his pressure subsided, she resumed her movements. He heard her take a deep breath when she pulled her head part way off his shaft. Then she plunged downward again to take him fully into her mouth and throat.

After several deep-throat strokes, Dirk again felt himself on the edge of cumming. But his mother paused, again with her chin firmly pressed against his body. When he wasn't in danger of cumming in the moment, she resumed her ministrations. She resumed her licking and sucking attentions to his hard cock, again stroking his shaft with soft touches of her hand.

This time, she sucked and licked earnestly while stroking his shaft with her small hand. Dirk felt the pressure build incredibly, yet she continued. Her unrelenting attentions brought him to the edge and beyond.

"Uunnngghh," Dirk moaned as his mother stimulated him beyond the limits of control. He spewed his spunk into her mouth, surprised that she didn't withdraw in shock. But she didn't withdraw. She swallowed his first mighty load and sucked to pull more. His cock throbbed with blast after blast of cum and his mother swallowed each one. She took longer to swallow each successive spurt, as though she savored the taste of each one before swallowing and making room in her mouth for the next one.