Soul Searching

4: Save the World

"Mommy. Mommy." Kai landed on the bed with a soft grunt, then crouched down and bounced up again.

He loved his mom's new bed. The springs on the old one were no where near as bouncy as that one. He was so caught up in jumping that he forgot he was there to wake his mom up.

"Mo...mmy," he said again in between landing and jumping. He shook his head. She was such a deep sleeper, yet complained when she had a hard time waking him up for school in the mornings.

His Sonic X pajamas tightened around his knees and ankles everytime he crouched down, causing him to frown. That meant it was time for some new ones, but they were his favorite.

His frown didn't last long though. The corners of his lips pulled up when he realized needing bigger pajamas could only mean one thing: he was growing.

"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." He continued bouncing on the bed. He honestly wouldn't mind if it took her thirty minutes to wake up. He was having too much fun.

Aubrey turned on her side and snuggled into her pillow. She smacked her lips a few times and rubbed her foot against the bed, a habit she'd had since childhood.

A slow smirk made its way onto her lips. She was having the best dream. She was always aware of when she was dreaming, but that never stopped her from enjoying them.

"You sure you ready?"

She giggled softly. "You really should've asked that before we took our clothes off. Or maybe before the forepla-"

He dipped down and took her lips into his, playfully nipping them in the processs.

"Ok, I get it," he replied with a smile.

Aubrey wasn't a stranger to sexual dreams. She may have been a single mom, but that didn't mean she had to act like a one. Hell, the fact that she was a single mom was probably the reason she had them so frequently.

She didn't have time to date, and honestly wasn't interested in it, but her schedule left no time for casual relationships either. It was ok though, because her dreams more than made up for it. And if her urges ever got too much, all she had to do was pull Big John out her drawer and put him to work.

She opened her mouth to hit him with a witty comeback, but Callum plowed into her, knocking the breath out of her instead. Her back arched as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Sh-sh-shit," she stuttered when he thrust into her again, her breaths sounding like short gasps. She bunched the sheets in her hands and but down on her lip. He smirked down at her and picked up the pace.

The bed should've been rocking back and forth, but it felt like it was bouncing up and down. She chalked it up to things never happening as they should in dreams.

He slowly slid his calloused hand up her abdomen until it reached her breast, squeezing it in his hands, then pinching her nipple. His smirk widened at the sound of her hiss.

She was about to wipe that smirk right off of his face. After propping herself on her elbows, she raised her lower half and rolled her hips towards him, meeting him mid thrust. She clenched her walls around him, and her small smile widened at the sound of his huffed out breath.

He lowered his head and grunted into the crook of her neck. "Mommy."

She froze. What the hell? It was just her luck. She would pick a guy with a damn mommy fetish. His fast thrusts slowed down into long strokes as a look of concern grew on his face.