The next morning, I awoke with a boner after a really hot dream about fucking the shit out of my own mother. Though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help it. After everything that had happened, I knew I had to have her. I knew she would be happy if only she would stop resisting the urge that I knew she felt as much as I did. She needed a good fuck and I was just the man to give it to her. How to make that happen; I didn't know. I just hoped that continuing to push the issue would get me there; doing that had gotten me...