Nymph Dreams
(c) BoonDock 2010
Twenty Three
Fantasy Sex Story: Twenty Three - A young boy lives adjacent to an old growth forest. The forest contains ancient trees that are inhabited by wood nymphs who have been dormant for years. He stops to rest in an old grove and leans his back against one of these trees. His proximity rouses the awareness of the nymph who needs fresh semen to awaken fully. She manipulates the tree to caress him after he dozes off. He has a wet dream and cums in his pants. The Nymph gets what she needs to finally emerge from her long slumber...
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Mind Control Magic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Furry Sister Group Sex Orgy Harem First Oral Sex Masturbation Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism Hairy Slow School
Roy entered the kitchen with a smug smile on his face. He greeted his mother in passing, not noticing her searching look, and helped himself to the breakfast cereal standing on the counter. As he poured milk over his cereal, his thoughts turned to considering what was going to happen when school started back up after the holidays. He had been so focused on what was happening with Syl'fair, and the sexual world that she had awoken in him, that he realised he had ignored his friends and the wider consequences of the sexy minx being around.
After some consideration, Roy decided that it was best to just take things as they came and not stress about them. As he ate, he decided that he would spend some time pushing weights then maybe take a stroll in the woods. He didn't notice that his initial thought, to call his friends, had morphed into something different.
Sally's face was still flushed when she stepped into the kitchen. Possibly it was simply the fact that she was female that made her more aware of her mother's scrutiny, or maybe it was just a sense of guilt. Whatever caused it however, she noticed it immediately and raised a querying eyebrow at her with a slight flick of her eyes at Roy.
Denise understood her daughter completely, and breathed a small sigh of relief that she could postpone her discussion about the events of the previous day until they had some privacy.
"Would you like some eggs, dear?", Denise asked Sally, taking a frying pan down from where it hung on a hook above the center island of the kitchen.
"Please Mom," Sally replied, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a bottle of orange juice. "I'm famished." Both women, each thinking that they were the only ones doing so, blushed furiously as Sally's words brought to mind images from the debauchery of the previous day. Both kept their faces turned away from the other though, so neither noticed that they were reacting in the same way.
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