Disclaimer: I personally never read these things because I think that what they say should go without saying, but hey for all you idiots out there remember these facts.
The night was quiet, the room dark. Daniel Bates was asleep in his bed, his mind far away in whatever place passed for reality as he dreamt. He lay sprawled out, face down, over the mattress, wearing nothing more than a badly rumpled T-shirt and a red pair of soccer shorts.
He had no idea as to what it was that was going to happen to him that night.
The creature that had formerly been Catherine Bates stood naked by the door, watching his body slowly rise up and down with each breath. The silhouette of her luscious curves caught by the soft hallway light. She swayed uneasily on her soft, luscious legs. She wanted him. She had to have him. She would pleasure him. Quietly she tip-toed towards the bedside, her eyes full of lust and her thoughts all on him.
Danny shifted his body. He pulled up his arms turned and onto his side, his back to Catherine.
Catherine smiled, sliding her naked form right behind his, cradling his body with hers. The room was dark, covered in shadow. A wane streetlight offered the only real light source. She extended a smooth, white arm carefully around him and brought her head up by his. Her long, blondish, hair lay stretched out behind her over the bedside as she lifted up one of her creamy legs and wrapped it around him.
Quietly, caressing, she slowly kissed the nape of his neck. Her tongue extended itself carefully over his skin in small motions. Over and over she stroked her tongue softly across his neck.
Danny stirred.
Catherine smiled again, she needed more, and he would be rising to provide it. She knew she just had to play it right.
Danny sighed with satisfaction, casting a half-sleep eye open over his room, his hand drifting back to hold the one around him. He closed his eye peacefully and said “Ummm, really nice keep that up…keep…” then he paused “Wait… who are…” he whispered groggily as he began to shift around.
Catherine held carefully onto him moving her lips to his ear and whispering “Shhh, Daniel…Daniel, you are dreaming. Can you feel my soft breasts laying against your back? Isn’t that nice? And how about my tongue?” Carefully, caressing his arm Catherine again resumed licking the back of Danny’s neck, nibbling on his ear, each action followed by a careful reinforcement. “This is nice, isn’t it Danny? It’s just a dream.” Soft kiss on the neck “You’ll enjoy it. You know you will.” Moving to the shoulder, licking. “It is just a dream. I am going to make you so happy.”
A couple minutes slowly passed like this.
Eventually Danny nestled his head back into the pillow. He sighed happily, it felt good. He wanted more. He didn’t know or care whom the person was behind. He knew the voice sounded vaguely familiar in his stupor, but the mind did not make the connection. It was a dream, he told himself. Sleepy and awkward he stretched an arm behind him and felt the warm body behind him, nuzzling him. He sleepy smiled. “And how are you going to make me happy?” he whispered already sensing the answer.
“I am going to fuck your brains out so bad you’ll roar.”
Danny’s penis squeaked up in his shorts, turning rock hard. He reached a hand downs towards it and shifted it around.
She sensed the movement, gathering what was happening. She stretched her arm out to his playing with his cock and grabbed it. “No please” she whispered in his ear “let me take care of that.”
She took Danny’s cock in her hand and played with it, whipping it side to side, jacking it up and down from underneath his shorts.
Her son groaned.
Catherine turned him over face up, shifting her naked body to it knees above him, bending over to lick and kiss his face. “I am going to make you so happy” she whispered.
Danny moved his hand back from his cock and edged his shorts down off his legs, not moving his body much for fear of losing the woman on top of him; not wanting to lose what he thought was a dream.
All the while his mom bent over him, kissing his face, her largish pancake breasts pushed gently across his chest chanting over and over “I am going to make you so happy. I am going to make you so happy.”
The shorts slid off the bed, exposing Danny’s bare eight inches of rock hard masculinity. He watched as Catherine rested her cunt down onto it and exhaled a low, pleasant moan.
“I never you were so big. You are going to make me so happy.” Her face, lost in shadow, looked down at her son dreamily. She so needed this.
Slowly she started to pump him, rhythmically, her heart shaped ass flexing in and out, in and out. Up and down she moved, carefully, her breasts jiggling with every little motion as Danny moved his hands up towards them. He cupped them with glee and slowly massaged them in circular gripping motions.
His mother moaned, panting, as her son moved his hips in and out with hers. Her long, blondish hair swayed with her moving body. It felt good. It felt so good. This was what she was supposed to be doing. She bent over and kissed him again whispering lustily, “yeah, give it to me boy, give it to me hard.”
In response Danny bucked harder, furiously each time soliciting a brief hard moan of approval from her. “Oh! Oh! Oh! You’re so good…” Her butt shook furiously. Her breasts flopped in Danny’s hands as he squeezed and kneaded and rubbed. Her hands rested down on the bed in front of her as she panted, smiling. Slowly it was building up, her whole body roared in pleasure. The motions were getting faster and harder. She loved it, she moaned, she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She felt it coming.
At almost the exact moment Danny howled “I’m going to burst!”
The two orgasmed at almost the exact moment. Catherine’s body shook, her back arched backwards towards the ceiling and she screamed in ecstasy.
Catherine collapsed with exhaustion on top of her son. The effort had been immense, but she had done what was intended of her. She had passed it to him. Tomorrow morning he would begin to learn. Tomorrow he would take his place as a master.
“God…I love this. You were so good.” She heard her son whisper to her from behind the shadow “Who are you?” She placed a weary hand to his lips and whispered back “You will know all in the morning my new, great master, but for now sleep.” He lay there silently with her for awhile, cradling the naked body in his arms. Catherine waited as she was supposed to for the sound of slow, even breathing, telling her that he had once again nodded off. It was not until then that it allowed her to sleep.
She smiled to herself in the stretching darkness, lying motionless and exhausted on top of her son, her breasts pressed closely and comfortably on his chest. She would sleep here. She did not know or care what her son may think in the rising morning. Catherine and her son’s juices soaked the blankets as a parasite worked its way deeper and deeper into Danny’s body. The progress was slow, the path different. The creature would alter, not control. The boy…no man would be perfect. He would be a master. And Catherine, his mother was now, unknown to him, his first slave.