The gentle glow filled up my eyes as I shifted out of my sleep. I paused for a moment as the guilt tumbled into my mind, the memory of the dream causing me to wince in my bed, trying to recall why it was so… uncomfortable.
It started with me sat at the sofa, watching the TV when my mum walked in, smiling, and nude. I asked her why, and she simply replied “Exhibitionism is my kink” before sitting down, spreading her legs, and…and…
I shook my head, feeling my pants shift in my underwear at the thought of what I had dreamt.
“Urgh” I gently moaned aloud as I sat up. I hated mornings, especially with a hard on. I went to grab my dressing gown and pull it on tight, then yanked open the door to greet the landing.
I plodded down the stairs, turning into the kitchen and pouring out some cereal.
“Oh, good afternoon!” A voice called out from the room next door.
I rolled my eyes. “Mum, it’s only eleven thirty!” I responded as I picked up the bowl, heading into the living room