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Early in the morning, just before sunrise, Susan lay in bed having an erotic dream about Alan. Such dreams had become very commonplace during the past couple of weeks, pretty much from the first medical appointment with Akami. She didn\'t remember her dreams every night, but when she did it seemed that they were always erotic ones about Alan.

This dream was different than most though, because Ron was involved and because at first she had no clue that she was dreaming. The dream began with the feeling of waking up in bed, exactly as she would have done normally.

In her dream, she woke to a knock on her bedroom door, then heard Alan\'s voice through the door. "Mom? Are you up? It\'s me."

This was extremely unusual. Alan hadn\'t knocked on her door in the middle of the night since he was about five, when he sometimes needed comforting after waking from a bad nightmare.

Susan looked over and saw Ron lying next to her, on his side of their big bed, snoring gently. She said just loudly enough for Alan to hear, but hopefully not loudly enough to wake Ron, "I am now."

"Can I come in?"

"I suppose." The annoyance in her voice was obvious.

Alan opened the door. He was wearing baggy pajamas, which in her dream did not strike her as unusual. He closed the door behind him and walked up next to Susan while keeping the light turned off. He whispered, "Sorry Mom, for waking you, but I just had to. I\'m so afraid! I had the most terrible nightmare!"

Susan felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Indeed, it had been over a dozen years since this had happened last, and yet in another way it seemed as if it had been just yesterday. Back then, when he was a toddler and woke up from a bad nightmare, he would rush into his parents\' room and jump right into the space between them. Once he felt safe, he would settle down and go to sleep. Even back then, Ron was traveling more often than not, which meant that usually only Susan was there to comfort him. Katherine did the same thing, and sometimes they would have nightmares on the same night, for instance after both had watched a scary TV show or there was a nighttime thunderstorm. Oftentimes, the three of them would end up sleeping together - not close enough to touch intimately, but close enough to each other to feel safe.

As the dreaming Susan recalled those memories, she realized just how much she missed those years. Back then, she felt free to hug and kiss her children many times during the course of the day, and they would frequently say "I love you, Mommy!" and run to her for hugs. She didn\'t know when she\'d stopped encouraging the physical affection, but even casual hugs had ceased almost completely by the time they reached junior high. Thinking about that loss made her feel very sad.

So, in a powerfully nostalgic mood, she looked up at Alan\'s silhouette as he stood there in the darkness and said, "That\'s okay. What can I do to help?"

He looked shy and embarrassed as he said, "I know this sounds silly, but can I get in bed between you and Ron until I get rid of these jitters? I\'m totally freaked out!"

She smiled. "You\'re a bit bigger than last time, but sure. Hop in." Technically, Susan and Ron slept in separate beds, but the beds were flush together. One large bedspread covered them both, but beneath that each bed had its own sheets and blankets. Susan pulled down the sheets on her side of the crack between the two beds, inviting Alan to lie there.

He immediately took up the invitation, but not before pulling off his pajama top and bottoms and dropping them on the floor. Suddenly, a hard and insistent erection loomed into view.

Just as suddenly, Susan started to think that allowing him into her bed was a very bad idea. As he gently and quietly scrambled up the middle of the two beds, she exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Tiger! Why are you taking your pajamas off?!"

"Sorry, Mom, but that\'s how I sleep now. I can\'t sleep in pajamas anymore. There\'s just no way." As he talked, he ducked under the covers and lay down right next to her.

"But Son! I thought you said you were scared!" She didn\'t want to admit it, even to herself, but her nipples quickly grew erect and her pussy tingled with arousal.

"I am! Terrified! Thank God you\'re here." He scooted up closer to her in the bed, his front side cuddling right up to her front side. That put his bare chest right up to her unavoidable large breasts.

She was so shocked that she froze in place. She wished she were facing the other way, but it would be rude to turn over now. She was thankful at least that she was wearing her nightgown, but in some ways that was worse because it was made of satin and the feel of her son rubbing against her silky curves felt even more delightful than if it was skin to skin.

She held her breath for a long time, fearful of what he might do next. But he finally seemed to settle down, and then stopped moving altogether. She exhaled with relief.

She considered the situation, and decided that all in all it wasn\'t that terrible. True, he was naked and her nipples were pressed into his chest. She hoped that her nightgown was thick enough to disguise from him just how erect her nipples were - she blamed that on the excitement of an unusual situation. But aside from that, their bodies weren\'t touching much except for some incidental leg contact. He seemed to go out of his way to bend his torso in such a way that his erection wouldn\'t poke into her.

She whispered, "Tiger, you\'re not five years old anymore, you know. It\'s not exactly appropriate for a boy your age to lay here like you are, especially without your pajamas. What would your father think?"

He whispered back, "I know, Mom, I\'m sorry. But in the nightmare there were burglars breaking into the house and it was all so real and scary!"

"Well, that does sound pretty terrible. But you can only stay here for a little while, until you calm down, okay? Then it\'s right back to your bed. If your father were to wake up right now and see this, he\'d have a hissy fit!" Her voice dropped lower. "I can\'t even imagine what he\'d think."

"Okay, Mom. Sorry."

In her dream, both of them briefly looked at Ron, with Alan twisting his neck around to do so. Though the room was dark, they could see Ron\'s chest rising up and down under his covers and hear a steady snoring. Clearly, he was sound asleep.

Since Alan was partly turned the other way, Susan attempted to scoot away from him while he was distracted.

But the move backfired. He ended up scooting in closer as he readjusted, and now she was at the edge of the bed and didn\'t have any more room to move away again. He said, "Don\'t worry; it\'ll be all right. I won\'t be long. In fact, I feel better already. But do you remember how you\'d comfort me when I was really small?"

"Alan!" Susan nearly shouted. Had it not been for Ron being right there, she most certainly would have shouted, because her nightgown had a tie right over her cleavage and, while he was talking, he had found it and untied it.

Acting fast, he pulled the front of her nightgown open, exposing her big breasts, and then dropped his head down to her bountiful charms. His mouth latched onto her left nipple and he started to suckle.

She exclaimed, in an urgent but much quieter voice, "Son, just what do you think you\'re doing?!"

He was too intent on suckling to answer.

So, after a brief pause, she continued, "How can you remember that? I stopped nursing you before you were two!" (In reality, she hadn\'t nursed him at all. But in her dream world she had, and in fact in that world he wasn\'t adopted at all.)

He still didn\'t answer. He just contentedly suckled like a newborn babe.

She fidgeted about. She even tried briefly to push him away, but her heart wasn\'t in it. She felt something primal about having him suckle at her breast, and she just couldn\'t deny him that.

Milk soon began to flow, which would have been a miracle in reality but seemed normal and even expected in the dream.

Susan knew that, as a faithful wife and responsible mother, she had to do or say something. But her nipples were her greatest weakness - any fondling of them, or of her breasts in general, rapidly got her hot. Within seconds of him starting to suckle on them, she felt a lusty heat rising within her. There seemed to be a direct line between her nipples and her clit and pussy. The more his lips nursed at her breasts, the more she started to leak down below.

Soon the room was fragrant with the musky smell of her arousal. Her big breasts rose up and down with Alan\'s face on them like a ship riding the ocean waves. She felt a deep contentment as the milk flowed into her son\'s mouth. She absolutely loved being a mother, and this was the height of motherly happiness for her.

After a couple of minutes, he switched to the right nipple even though he hadn\'t exhausted all the milk from the left one. As he did so, he kept a supporting hand on her left breast. It soon became a fondling hand. He lightly twisted and pulled her free nipple. Then his hand holding her other pillowy globe started to do more than just hold it.

Susan had been quiet, afraid of even whispering for fear of waking her husband. But now she said in a nearly inaudible voice, "Tiger, you can\'t do that! You\'re, you\'re... feeling me up! That\'s too sexual! What if your father wakes up?! This could cause soooo much trouble. Think about it!"

Alan still didn\'t answer. Instead he just kept suckling and playing with her breasts. In fact, both his hands were wandering and exploring all over her upper body. Then he scooted in closer, causing his now throbbing erection to press up against one of her thighs.

She quietly gasped as she felt the hot shaft of flesh against her cool skin. A few minutes earlier, it would have pressed against her nightgown, but as his hands wandered they had a curious habit of pulling on her nightgown and exposing more and more of her voluptuous body. Now the nightgown was bunched uselessly around her waist.

Oh God! It\'s happening again! she thought with growing alarm (and arousal). He\'s gonna get me naked, and then he\'s gonna make me suck his cock! But what\'s terrible is he\'s gonna make me love it too! Dear Lord, please, give me strength to resist! This is so terribly wrong. I can hear Ron breathing!

But even that wasn\'t enough for him. He continued to undo the nightgown until it was open from top to bottom, and then he pulled it out from under her and tossed it onto the floor. Then he cuddled in closer with his head near hers instead of at her chest. That allowed him to actually rest his erection directly over her bush, clit, and slit.

Good Lord, I\'m totally naked now! I should have resisted more, but I\'m too hooooorny! His cock is resting on me and it feels soooo good! She reflexively cuddled back and found herself gripping one of his ass cheeks. But when she realized what she was doing, she let go. "Alan!" she hissed, "have you gone mad?!"

He finally pulled away to speak. He wiped off the milk dribbling down his chin, looked into her eyes lovingly, and said, "No, Mom. It\'s just that you\'re so beautiful, I can\'t resist looking at your breathtakingly beautiful body."

She griped, "Well, if you\'re gonna suckle, then suckle. But please, do it fast!" She said that mainly so he\'d have to scoot back down. She couldn\'t bear to have him keep his boner rubbing against her clit - it was driving her crazy. She also didn\'t want him to notice how her cunt was leaking like a broken faucet.

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