He was standing on the beach of some tropical island and was looking out over the water. He watched the distant horizon for a few moments, then turned...his attention downward to the beautifully clear water. He marveled at its clarity and it reminded him of the commercials he had seen about the Bahamas, Jamaica, or some other popular vacation spot.As he stood there, his thoughts drifted back to the superhuman powers he had learned to use when he was dreaming. He also thought about how strange it. Wait..."Again she disappeared, returned a few moments later."Like it?" she asked."Ooh yes," I breathed."Good. If I can impress my own son than it wouldn't be to difficult to impress someone else, would it?" she asked with a little laugh.I didn't answer. I was to preoccupied studying what I could see of her bare flesh, and what was hidden behind the semi-see-through panties. The dark shadow of her pubis. My mother's cunt! Oh god! Sick! Sick! Sick! But oh so hot!Mother had made plans with some of. Hooking her heel in the small of my back. She pulls me into her as my cock slips in. I hold her legs open as I start pumping my hips. I take slow strokes, watching my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She reaches down spreads her swollen labia open as I watch her lips stretch outward with my back stroke.I pick up my pace, fucking her hard and deep. She grabs the edge of the table bracing herself as she moans to fuck her harder. She is breathing so deep, moaning how good my cock feels, how. It pains me to see her like this. None of it’s true, but I can’t make her see that. I can’t make her heal faster. I can only help, remind her of her worth, remind her I care for her, remind her that it will be ok, and, sometimes, hold her while she does the exact opposite. Hold her while she beats herself up. Hold her while she tells herself she is broken. Hold her while she reverts back to that 14-year-old girl on the bus who froze while her boyfriend molested her. So here we are. She is.