Sleep did not come easy to Scooter that night. The ominous message and the phantom voice made it hard finally drift and when he did Scooter found himself plagued by dreams of his mother fucking various members of the next door Jones family. While he found himself enjoying the prospect of his voluptuous mother engaged in a steamy sixty nine with the equally big chested Debbie Jones, he was thoroughly dismayed to see Bobby Jones enter the scene and begin to thrust his massive cock in and out of Christine’s cunt while Debbie licked both their organs. Every time that Scooter tried to force a change in scenes he was presented with an even more upsetting scenario. He was forced to watch in his dreaming mind as Christine and Bobby fucked wildly in the pool, in the shower, on his bed.
Finally Scooter seemed to jolt his subconscious away from the Bobby Jones in entirety, and he was presented with a glorious sight. Scooter found his dream self seated back down in the living room chair he had spent the night in, when he was graced with the image of his mother in her evening gown again, dressed to the nines, with her massive tits almost spilling out, constrained by some dream physics that Scooter did not even want to bother considering. This gorgeous vision slowly strutted her way over to Scooter, gently swaying her hips from side to side like a mesmerizing pendulum. Christine gently leaned over her son, forcing her gigantic tits level with his eyeballs. Presented with this incredible sight, it took the dreaming Scooter several minutes to recognize that his mother was talking to him.
“…these could have been yours. I was willing to repay you for keeping your mouth shut to the neighbors.” Scooter snapped back in horror. It was his mother’s voice speaking in the dream, but it seemed like there was some external voice speaking through her. “ So you might have had to share this with the neighbor family, but she would have come home to you most nights. And when she didn’t you would have been…compensated. But no. Now you have forced these changes upon yourself. Don’t bother trying to tell anyone what has happened. No one will believe you, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
With that, Dream Christine stood up, slowly pulling her massive chest away from Bobby. Before he could say anything, Bobby noticed that the chair he was sitting in was slowly pulling away from his mother, and he found himself completely unable to do anything about it. As his mother got farther and farther away, Scooter struggled harder to get out of the chair, but to no avail. Christine got smaller and smaller until she finally disappeared into nothingness.
Scooter found himself snapping awake, back in his own bed. Light was streaming in the window, and his sheets were soaked with sweat. “Oh thank god,” Scooter sighed, “it was just a dream.” It was then, however, that Scooter heard the sound of his printer warming up. Instantly all that fear that had been plaguing him all night returned, as the words “You were warned” dropped into the tray.
Throwing some clothes on, Scooter ran around the house trying to find his mother, but to no avail. Actually, he could find no sign of her at all. The wedding picture of his parents was no longer on the mantle, and the master bedroom showed plenty of evidence that his father still slept there, but no indication that anyone else did. Frantic, Scooter ran next door to the Jones house and began pounding on the door. He wasn’t sure why he went to that house. Considering what he had slid under their door the previous night, it was probably the last place he wanted to go. After a couple minutes of pounding the door opened, and Scooter felt his heart drop at what he saw.
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