Chapter 39

I was having one of the best and most incredibly erotic dreams ever. I was fucking my mom, watching as her body rocked and shook with every impact of my pelvis and hers. She was laying on her back as I pounded her with reckless abandon. To make things even better, Sara was riding Mom’s face like Mom’s tongue and mouth were the greatest things in the world.

Sometimes you know it’s a dream and then other times you don’t. This time, I knew it was a dream, because Sara wasn’t here. She was with our dad on their road trip, which usually meant that once you realized that you were dreaming ... you were undoubtedly going to wake up at any moment. I just hoped it would hold off for a little bit more.

In the dream, my mom was so wet, and her slit was so hot, I just couldn’t stop myself as I plowed into her with everything I had, throwing all of my power into each thrust. My hips were rocking and slamming forward of their own accord. My sister writhed and cried out as my mother’s tongue licked and flicked Sara’s perfectly smooth, wet pussy.

When Sara cried out as her orgasm consumed her, I smiled, continuing to slam forward over and over inside of my mom. My mother was moaning and yelling too, and I felt her sex clamp down and then flutter as she reached her peak just as my sister came a moment later as my sister came. Mom’s wails of passion were muffled and muted though by Sara’s soaking slit. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated lust and satisfaction.

“I think we should team up and give him a blowjob, just like we did for Dad,” Sara suggested as they recovered, her eyes locked on my cock which was thoroughly coated in my mother’s come.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Mom agreed. Her eyes flashed as both women looked at me hungrily...

My eyes blinked open, the dream fading as quickly as my eyes focused. Even as the dream vanished, the smile on my face remained. I was laying on my side, my arms wrapped around my mother’s warm, sleeping form. The one thing I still felt from my dream was Mom’s wetness and the heat coming from between her legs and I was still very worked up. I rolled my hips forward, feeling the head of my cock as it slipped easily through the valley between her thighs.

“Mmm,” I hummed in pleasure as my shaft slid through her folds and I felt her wetness part and hug the head of my cock as I continued forward.

Coming right out of such an erotic dream, I was already on edge and the feelings now versus what my body remembered of my dream, the reality was even better. I needed to pace myself or I was going to come very, very soon.

I paused when I couldn’t go any further, the tip of my dick pressing against the most sensitive little point at the top of her sex. I waited to see if there was going to be a reaction. Something to tell me she was awake or a move to push me away and tell me she didn’t want me to continue. When she didn’t move or give me a sign she was waking up, I slowly pulled back, dragging my cock back along her slit until I felt the softness of her opening. I rocked my hips forward again, my manhood repeating the same movements again, following the same path. This time, Mom’s body shifted, her hips rolling slightly, and her ass pressing backwards into me, opening herself to me. I knew she was awake, willing, and ready. I smiled as I kissed my mom’s shoulder.

“Morning, Mom,” I whispered, my lips only inches from her ear, before kissing her shoulder once again.

I pulled back again and scooted down slightly to change the angle of my shaft. This time, when I thrust forward, I felt the resistance of her opening and slowly pushed. I felt her channel open as the head of my cock slipped into her blissful depths.

“Ohhh,” Mom gasped, her back arching and her voice dripping with pleasure as she came awake to the feeling of me filling her. “Mmm, that feels good, Sam.”

I pushed my cock into her a little more and she gasped. The way I was entering her, coupled with how her legs were together created an intense tightness that squeezed me the deeper I went. I could already feel the roiling of my orgasm as it simmered and threatened to turn into a boil in my balls.

“Ungh, yes! God, this is so much better than waking up to a cup of coffee.”

I grinned at the comment, my arm wrapping around her, palming her breast in my hand as I pulled her tight to my chest. Her arm squeezed mine to her chest, her hand holding mine, pressing it against her chest. I felt her nipple as it tightened and poked into my palm. I pulled on her body, moving her so that she was tight against me, closing the gap I had created between us as when I had shifted to get better access for my cock to enter her.

“Mmm, I like it when you hold me like this,” Mom purred, her head turning as she tried to look at me out of the corner of her eye. I kissed her cheek which made her giggle and turn her head away. When I didn’t move again right away, she started rocking her hips. I felt my shaft move a couple of inches back and forth. “Don’t stop, please keep going.”

“You gotta stop Mom,” I growled, feeling her pussy slide down my shaft, pulling me in deeper. “If you don’t, I’m going to come already.”

“Mmm, that’s okay, baby,” Mom replied, her voice lower and determined. “Come in me, Sam. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Oh, fuck!” I hissed, my cock already starting to twitch as it prepared to unload, giving her exactly what she asked for. There was no stopping it at that point. Even if she quit moving now, it was too late. I was going to inject my silky seed inside of her.

I rocked my hips forward, the tops of my thighs pressing firmly into her perfect, soft ass as I drove my dick as far into her as I could from this position. At the same time, my arms tightened against her chest, squeezing her tightly against me.

“Yes, that’s it. Do it, give it to me,” Mom demanded huskily, and I gasped at the blissful feeling of my orgasm as it flooded my senses, my balls tightening as my shaft jerked and twitched inside of her with each shot of my come. Mom trembled and gasped as I unloaded. “God, I can feel you pulsing inside of me, feel your hot come filling me. It feels so good!”

We just laid there breathing slowly and deeply, our bodies intertwined in a lovers’ embrace. Neither of us was in a hurry to separate ourselves from the other and feel the inevitable separation and loss when I withdrew my softening cock from her scorching hot core.

No matter what I did, I wasn’t going to stop my body’s natural reaction to my orgasm. I didn’t want to pull out of her. I desperately wanted to stay right where I was, buried in her forever. But my cock wilted, retreating to its flaccid state as the come I had just filled her with started to slowly leak out around my deflating shaft.

“You ready to get up?” I asked, knowing that there was no use trying to prolong our joining any longer.

“Mmm, do we have to?” Mom mewled, looking over her shoulder at me with the most radiant, satisfied smile I had even seen.

“As much as I would love to stay just like this—”

“Then don’t get up, don’t leave me!” Mom quickly cut me off.

“Mom.” I chuckled at her neediness. It was adorable and one of the many changes Mom had made since she got here that I absolutely loved. “I can’t and you know it.”

“But...” Mom twisted, breaking what was left of the seal my cock had created at her opening. She sighed as we both felt a rush of my semen pouring out of her coating my groin, and her inner thighs and ass.

Reluctantly, she allowed me to pull my arm from her chest. I thought I heard a sad whimper as I rolled over, freeing myself.

“Shower first then coffee?” I asked, looking back at the curled-up form of my mother on the bed. I shifted to the edge, sitting up and letting my feet fall to the hardwood floor.

“Coffee,” Mom sighed. “I don’t want to wash what’s left of you away from inside me yet.”

I grinned. Her voice was needy and borderline whiny this morning. I had half a mind to snuggle back up to her and just hold her for as long as she wanted but coffee sounded amazing, and I really wanted to get over to Sheila’s for breakfast. It was going to be an amazing day, and I was going to need my energy for tonight.

I was the first to the kitchen, so I decided to get our morning coffees started. I had just filled up the pot with water when Mom strolled over next to me, wrapping me in a hug, and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before digging out the sugar and our special creamer.

“Sam, where’d you leave the creamer?” Mom asked, kneeling down in front of the open refrigerator.

“Shit!’ I cursed.

“What?” Mom looked at me, surprised at my outburst.

“Umm, I forgot to tell you but we’re out of creamer.” I winced.

“Sam!”

“Sorry...”

“We could have gone into town yesterday if you would have told me,” Mom groaned, standing up and shutting the fridge. “We were only a few minutes away when I had you pull over.”

“I know.” I blushed, remembering that moment vividly and feeling my cock stir. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Obviously.” Mom rolled her eyes. “Boys only think with their dicks when a girl is around.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I protested.

“I guess you’re probably right.” Mom sighed. “Where are your keys?”

“Over there.” I pointed toward the end table beside the big bed and closest to the front door.

Mom walked over and picked them up before grabbing some clothes out of the dresser.

“I’ll go get some.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I’m sure you could get some of the nasty black stuff over at Sheila’s.”

“Yeah, I could use some of your special coffee this morning.” Mom explained. “If I’m not back soon, go ahead and go over to Sheila’s for breakfast. I don’t want you complaining later that you’re too tired for tonight because you didn’t get a good breakfast to start the day.”

I barked a laugh, and Mom grinned.

“I don’t think you’ll hear any complaints out of me,” I said.

“I would hope not.”

Mom stood up, pulling her pants up her legs as she did and finding resistance as they made it to the tops of her thighs, just short of her hips. She started hopping in place, yanking on the tops of her delightfully tight jeans in an attempt to pull them up the rest of the way.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, watching her pull a plain white V-neck T-shirt over her head and then pull her hair back into a loose ponytail.

She tossed my keys in the air, causing them to jingle musically as she caught them in her hand. Mom waved as she headed out the door, smiling.

“Bye,” I thought, not saying the words as I watched her skip happily down the porch steps.

Only moments later I heard my old Ranger’s motor fire up and then saw the dust from the dirt road rise up and hang in the air as she drove off.

I waited for a while, I’m not sure how long, but when my stomach started growling incessantly, I did as Mom had suggested and headed over to Jeff and Sheila’s for breakfast.

The second I walked through the door I was immediately mobbed by Stephanie. She came running straight for me, a huge smile on her face, and launched herself into the air. My eyes widened in shock, and instinctively my body tried to root itself in place to keep from being bowled over.

Stephanie’s giggling form slammed into me, forcing me to take a step back so we both didn’t fall to the ground. I managed to catch her as she wrapped her arms and legs around me in return, squeezing her perfect little tits against my chest.

“Stephanie!” Sheila barked. “No running in the cabin.”

“How was last night?” Stephanie asked, her eyes alight and excited. Completely ignoring her mother’s protests. “Did you have some more fun with your mom?”

“It was nice,” I said, grinning as I remembered some of the highlights of my day with Mom.

“Ohhh, I bet it was,” Stephanie leered at me, waggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. I felt the heat in my cheeks rapidly rising at the implication of her words. “I bet yesterday was the best day of your life!”

“Good morning, Sam,” Sheila said as she came over to glare at her daughter who was refusing to release her hold on me. “Hungry?”

“God, yes!” I replied, as I adjusted my hands so they were under Stephanie’s ass so I could hold her up. Feeling those round, firm globes that fit so perfectly in my hands made my dick stir. I didn’t get hard, but I was no longer completely flaccid either.

“Good! Alright, Steph quit pretending to be some kind of spider monkey and let Sam get some breakfast.”

“Mmm, breakfast.” I heard and even felt Stephanie’s stomach growl as it pressed against me.

“We’re having Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream!” Stephanie gave me a quick kiss on the lips before untangling herself from me and landing on her feet.

“Exactly,” Sheila grumbled. “Now let him go or the waffles I worked so hard on, from scratch, are going to start getting cold.”

“I love Belgian waffles,” I said, smelling their sweet fragrance as it hung in the air of the cabin.

Just as I was going to join Stephanie and the rest of her family for breakfast, Sheila grabbed my arm to stop me.

“Everything okay?” she asked, keeping her voice low so that only the two of us could hear what she said.

“Everything’s amazing!” I grinned.

“That’s wonderful, Sam!” Sheila smiled joyously and wrapped me up in a hug. “I knew she would come around. Now you’re going to have to find a good stick or something to keep her off of you.” I laughed at her joke, and she smiled all the brighter for it. “Where is that beautiful mother of yours? She promised to tell me all the juicy details from your adventures yesterday.”

“She’ll be here soon,” I answered. “She had to run into town real quick. We ran out of creamer for our ... well, my coffee.”

“Ahh, good,” Sheila replied, giving my arm a gentle squeeze before giving me a push towards the kitchen. “Go get some food before my daughter eats it all.”

“So, are you excited about tonight?” Stephanie asked, her cheeks puffed out full of food and making her look more like a chipmunk than the girl I knew. I looked up from my plate, smiling, as I nodded slowly. “I’m so jealous!”

“Steph,” Jeff said, his voice low and warning. “We talked about this.”

“I know, Daddy,” Stephanie sulked. “I just want to go, too.”

“It’s not fair,” Michaela grumbled none too quietly.

“If you keep whining, you’ll never be allowed over there again.” Sheila snapped and the glare Jeff gave his eldest daughter was enough to even make me gulp nervously on the other side of the table.