You groggily rub your eyes. 'What the hell was that dream?' you think to yourself. As you begin to move, you also notice you have some significant morning wood. You look at the bulge underneath the sheets in surprise, then remember what the thing in the dream said about physical prowess. You rush to your bathroom, stripping out of your pajamas to look in the mirror. Staring back at you is a tall (well over 6 feet), very fit man sporting what has to be at least 11 or 12 inches of rock-hard cock. You wander back into your room, when suddenly your door opens, and your mom steps into your room. Your eyes take in the form of your mother- short, maybe 5'3" with a body that was meant to be bred. Wide hips, large breasts, and a big, perky ass. She's been the subject of more than a few of your fantasies. She opens her mouth to speak, but when she sees you naked, her hands fly to her face, covering her eyes.
"What the hell, Sam?!" She can barely keep herself from yelling.
"Mom, just relax!" you say, trying to think of some excuse, but then realize you don't need to. As soon as you told her to relax, her hands dropped, and she calmed down.
"I was just coming up to tell you breakfast was ready." She turns to leave.
"Wait- can you stay here?" you ask, wondering if she'll obey.
"Sure, honey," she stops and turns to face you.
"And could you close the door as well?"
"Of course," she says as she complies. You're now alone with your mom in your room.
