Dreamweaver Ch. 01 – The Invention

Literotic asexstories – Dreamweaver Ch. 01 – The Invention by MillCreek1986,MillCreek1986 In the not-too-distant future…

The faint hum of electronic equipment filled the air as Alex meticulously soldered a set of delicate wires inside his basement laboratory. The room was a haven of innovation, filled with computer monitors displaying complex algorithms, circuit boards scattered across the workbench, and shelves stacked with books on neuroscience and dream research. The walls were adorned with diagrams and sketches, a testament to Alex’s deep fascination with the inner workings of the mind.

Alex, a tall, lanky, nineteen-year-old with disheveled hair and glasses perched on his nose, was completely engrossed in his work. The glow from the computer monitors cast an ethereal light on his determined face, as he meticulously fine-tuned the intricacies of his creation.

As he adjusted a small neural interface, his mother, Dr. Emily Evans, a renowned neuroscientist, made her way down the basement stairs. With an air of curiosity, she stepped into the lab, her eyes scanning the array of equipment and prototypes.

“Alex, what have you been up to in here?” Emily asked; her voice a blend of surprise and intrigue.

Startled by his mother’s sudden presence, Alex nearly dropped his soldering iron. He quickly composed himself and greeted her with an eager smile. “Mom, welcome to my humble abode! I’ve been working on something groundbreaking–an invention that will revolutionize the way we experience dreams.”

Emily raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “Dreams, you say? That’s quite an ambitious claim, Alex. What exactly have you come up with?”

Alex carefully set down his tools and approached his mother, his excitement palpable. “I call it the Dreamweaver, Mom. It’s a device that allows us to record and capture our dreams. With its advanced neural interfaces and artificial intelligence algorithms, it can analyze and translate our brain signals into immersive dream experiences.”

Emily tilted her head, a mix of curiosity and skepticism crossing her face. “So, you’re saying that the Dreamweaver can actually recreate the visuals and sensations of our dreams? That sounds like something out of science fiction.”

Alex nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mom, that’s exactly it! The Dreamweaver has the ability to create a virtual dream environment based on the neural signals it receives. It’s like stepping into a vivid dream that you can see, hear, and even feel.” It will also, allow you to remember your dreams, Mom!

Oh, how I would love to remember my dreams, Emily thought to herself. As a child, she had suffered nightmares; devastating and debilitating, they haunted her until she was ten years old. Without warning, they stopped. And so did all of her dreams. It was only years later that she learned that she was actually experiencing REM sleep but had no recall of any of her dreams.

Emily stepped closer to the workbench, her eyes drawn to the sleek silver device that lay among the tangle of wires and components. “It’s an impressive piece of technology, Alex. But dreams are highly personal experiences. How can a device accurately capture and reproduce the complexity and nuances of our dreams?”

Alex’s eyes lit up with excitement as he launched into an animated explanation. “That’s where the artificial intelligence algorithms come in, Mom. I started with an API into MindMapper 6.0. The Dreamweaver has been trained on vast databases of dream patterns and brain activity. It uses MindMapper to generate the content. It learns from each user, adapting and refining its interpretations to create dream experiences that are uniquely tailored to them.”

MindMapper was a remarkable AI application that defied conventional boundaries. With a few simple prompts, it had the power to weave intricate, immersive 3D virtual reality environments, transforming abstract thoughts into palpable realities.

Emily nodded thoughtfully, impressed by her son’s knowledge and dedication. “I can see that you’ve put a lot of thought and effort into this, Alex. But have you tested it? Does the Dreamweaver truly deliver on its promise?”

A grin spread across Alex’s face. “Of course, Mom! I’ve been conducting extensive testing on myself. The Dreamweaver has taken me on incredible journeys through my dreams–soaring through starlit skies, exploring underwater kingdoms, and even meeting fantastical creatures. It’s like stepping into a whole new world.”

Emily chuckled, her skepticism gradually giving way to curiosity. “Well, you’ve certainly captured my attention, Alex. I’d love to see this Dreamweaver in action. Can I try it myself?”

Alex’s grin widened as he gestured toward the Dreamweaver. “Absolutely, Mom! I’d be honored. Just put on the headset, close your eyes, and let the Dreamweaver transport you into a dream of your choosing.”

Emily hesitated for a moment, her scientific curiosity battling with a sense of wonder. “I’ll be happy just to remember a dream!” she said wryly. Eventually, she nodded and stepped forward, ready to embark on this technological adventure into the realm of dreams. If I can’t remember, can I still view it in VR,” Emily asked. “I think so,” Alex said, “It’s never been used with someone that can’t remember dreaming.”

Excitement filled the air as Alex led his mother, Emily, toward his father’s repurposed old recliner. The Dreamweaver, a creation born from Alex’s passion and ingenuity, sat on the workbench, its sleek design beckoning with promise.

“Mom, I can’t wait for you to experience the Dreamweaver,” Alex said, his voice filled with anticipation. “This is a breakthrough in dream research, and I believe it has the potential to change the way we understand and explore the realm of dreams.”

Emily looked at her son with a mix of curiosity and pride. “Alex, I’ve watched you work tirelessly on this project. I’m eager to see what you’ve accomplished.”

Alex sat his mother in the comfortable chair in front of the workbench, ensuring that she was at ease. He carefully adjusted the Dreamweaver headset, ensuring a perfect fit. The neural interfaces made contact with her temples, and the room fell into hushed anticipation.

“Close your eyes, Mom,” Alex instructed. “The Dreamweaver will transport you to the realm of dreams. Just relax and let it take you.”

Alex activated the recording function and set the device to passive. She would dream her own dream and the system should record it. If she was unable to remember, at least she should be able to go back and review it.

Emily closed her eyes, her breathing steadying. She could feel a gentle warmth and an almost indistinct tingle similar to an MRI, emanating from the headset as the Dreamweaver’s neural interfaces activated, ready to capture the enigmatic world of her dreams.

Within seconds, Emily felt a shift in her perception. Colors swirled behind her closed eyelids, and a serene calm washed over her. It was as if she had stepped into a different dimension, a place where her subconscious reigned supreme.

As the dream unfolded, Emily found herself standing on a beach. It was Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. This was the beachfront at the hotel she took Alex and Emma to after their father died. Emily was lucid. She was acutely aware that she was dreaming. She looked at her hand. The vision held steady. She willed a newspaper to appear at her feet. As she read the headlines, she realized that they held steady also. No context deterioration like in a normal dream. She felt compelled to head back to the room. As she thought it, she found herself at the door, key card in hand. Wait, she was aware. Was she even asleep? This must be what people talk about when they experience “lucid” dreams.

Upon crossing the threshold, she found David, her late husband, apparently at peace in the throes of sleep. The gentle undulation of the sheets hinted at his form underneath, but even without a clear view, an innate understanding assured her of his identity. As she drew closer, he rolled in his sleep, and the sheets pulled back to reveal his cock. It was significantly larger than what she’d remembered David possessing, but it didn’t deter her. It had been two years since she had known a man’s touch, two years of aching longing. Her desire stirred, awakened by anticipation as she gently drew the sheet away from his face.

To her shock, the face wasn’t David’s–it was Alex’s! A surge of shame washed over her at this scandalous revelation, but it did not quench her burgeoning desire. In fact, the taboo nature of her feelings only served to fan the flames of her hunger, making it burn brighter and hotter. Alex remained undisturbed, deeply ensconced in his sleep, blissfully unaware of her internal struggle. Somehow this felt familiar though.

With her heart hammering in her chest, she took the final step and pulled back the rest of the sheet. The sight that met her eyes was unexpected and intimidating, a testament to the surreal nature of her dreams.

With a hesitant, trembling hand, she reached out, the air in the room growing thick with anticipation. The moment her fingertips brushed against it, a jolt of electricity shot through her, a spark that ignited a wildfire of passion deep within her. A sudden wave of heat swept over her, washing her flushed face and chest in a rosy glow, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Her world was reduced to the sensation under her trembling fingers and the overpowering pulse of desire coursing through her veins.

An irresistible craving, akin to a hollow gnawing in the pit of her womb, demanded her surrender. As she took hold, her face ignited, a second wave of heat crashing over her like a tidal wave. A flush of desire blazed through her, a crimson tide of yearning that was nearly palpable, consuming her in its voracious, fiery hold. Her right hand enveloped him, her slender fingers striving to encircle his mammoth cock, but the girth of him left an inch and a half of unexplored territory between her thumb and fingertips. His heat radiated into her palm, a dry heat that was almost tangible. The silky skin, textured by the pulsating undercurrent of veins, was akin to velvet beneath her touch, a contrast that was both exhilarating and unnerving as she stroked the fleshy skin up and down over the iron core.

Inching her way onto the bed, she settled herself between his outstretched legs, she was under no illusions, the term echoing in her mind – incest. She knew, however, that this was merely a dream, a surreal landscape free of real-world consequences and judgment. Additionally, as Alex matured into manhood, a peculiar curiosity had nested in the hidden crevices of her heart. She found herself wondering, in her quietest, most introspective moments, what it would be like to be with her son. The instant she recognized this taboo thought for what it was, she would swiftly suppress it, tucking it away before it could bloom into something more. But in this dream, the restraints on her desires were loosened, allowing these thoughts to resurface.

Once again, she gripped him, this time with both hands. She lowered herself over him and kissed the massive head. Again, it was hot, dry, and there was an unmistakable clean musk to it. She continued, sliding her mouth over it. Her jaws spread wide, her tongue pressed hard between the glands on his cock and the floor of her mouth, viscous saliva began to ooze from her lips onto his shaft.

She began to stroke with both hands. Pressing her aching mouth into service. The muscles in her neck began to ache but she was driven to continue as Alex’s knees rose on either side of her petite form. She felt his cock jerk. Once, then again. Before she was able to prepare herself, his hot seed shot against the back of her throat. She pulled away gagging as the next rope snaked up her cheek into her right eye. The hot salt burned. “Fuck…!” but she couldn’t stop. She sucked the slit of his cock back in her mouth and slurped rope after rope of hot cum down her greedy throat. Her left hand flew to her cunt. No light play here; she smashed it with the heel of her hand grinding her clit. Within a heartbeat, a powerful surge of ecstasy overtook her, washing away the boundary between reality and fantasy. Collapsing to her side, she was swept up in a tumultuous wave of pleasure, her body trembling, convulsing in a blissful rhythm of her own creation, lost in the throes of her dream-forged ecstasy. When she came too, her sweaty right shoulder was stuck to Alex’s left thigh. She looked up at him. He still slept. Suddenly she noticed movement to her left.

There stood Alex, akin to a silent spectator at a theatrical performance, his gaze surveying the scene with an intensity that mirrored his mother’s. A similar hunger was etched on his face, an echo of the insatiable desire that had driven her actions, as if the dream had woven a shared narrative of forbidden longing for them both. She looked at the form on the bed. It too was Alex.

Emily could feel a sense of presence and engagement she had never experienced before. The Dreamweaver had captured her brain signals with remarkable accuracy, immersing her in a rich tapestry of sights, sounds, and emotions.

Amidst the dream’s intricacies, Emily noticed something remarkable. She became aware of her ability to remember the dream in real-time. It was as if the Dreamweaver had given her the power to bridge the gap between her subconscious and conscious mind.

Hours seemed to pass in the dream, yet in reality, only a few moments had gone by. Emily finally emerged from the dream realm, opening her eyes to the familiar sight of the basement laboratory.

A sense of wonder and amazement washed over her as she removed the Dreamweaver headset. Then panic set in, this was recorded. Alex watched his mother’s expression, eagerly awaiting her feedback.

“Alex, that was an incredible experience,” Emily exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “The Dreamweaver has the potential to revolutionize dream research. I felt like I was truly inside the dream, and the ability to remember it in real-time is astonishing.”

“Umm, did you… ‘see’ the dream,” she asked, a bit of her nervousness bleeding through. No, it will take several hours to process the signals and then some additional time for the MindMapper to render the content.

Alex’s face lit up with pride and a knowing smile. He knew that his creation had not only met but exceeded his mother’s expectations. “Mom, your feedback means the world to me. I’m thrilled that the Dreamweaver was able to provide such an immersive and memorable experience. Your insights will be invaluable as we continue to refine and improve the device.”

Emily nodded, her mind racing. How was she going to get this erased before her son saw what she had done? “Alex, we must explore the applications of the Dreamweaver further. Imagine the possibilities for studying the effects of dreams on mental health, unlocking the potential for therapeutic interventions, and delving into the depths of the human mind. This is just the beginning. Can you show me how the processing and rendering works?”

“Sure, mom!” Alex removed her headset and moved to the system terminal. “Come see.” As she rose from the chair, she felt the tell-tale squishing between her thighs. She was soaked, and she still felt the tingle left over from the orgasm. What had it looked like from Alex’s perspective? Had her hands moved to her cunt? She glanced back at the chair but didn’t see any evidence left behind.

She approached Alex from behind and looked over his shoulder as he began moving through the interfaces on the screen. Alex laid out the high-level workings of the system as Emily listened. “Where is all of the content stored?” she asked.

“I have an S3 bucket on my AWS environment that I keep it in for initial review,” Alex said. “Then for the sake of cost, I keep most of it on a Glacier Deep Archive on the same account. I know… most of the tests should be ok to delete but I just can’t bring myself to do it. “Who knows?” he continued. “When this becomes famous, perhaps the first-ever recorded dreams could be important. Your signals, and soon, your renders will be loaded to S3 and also Glacier.”

“So, they are in both places at the same time?” Emily asked.

“Yep,” he said.

This could be bad, Emily thought. She had no idea what S3 was, let alone how to get into it and remove her dream. “So?” Alex asked with great interest. “Do you remember your dream?”

“Yes,” Emily said. “I remember it all; and vividly too.”

“Tell me all about it,” Alex said.

“No, I can’t,” she said, not wanting to lie.

“Oh? How come?” Alex asked with peaked curiosity.

“It’s sensitive. Some of it had to do with your father,” she said. Alex didn’t respond. His heart was not only broken at the loss of his father, but more so at the toll it took on his mother.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, eyes toward the ground. “I know it must be hard to experience that. Do you want to review it tomorrow or should I just abort the processing and ditch the data?” he asked.

Emily thought for a moment. The idea of living that again made her so fucking hot. Her heat began to rise. But what if he saw it? He was giving her an out. “No,” she said finally. “I will need something to compare my dream to. The VR render versus the real thing… er… the dream I mean.” They both laughed. “This one is too personal for me to share. Let me see one of yours, Alex,” she said.

“Oh, I would, but like I said, to keep costs down, I purge the regular S3 buckets as soon as I review them. Getting them out of Glacier can take time if I don’t want to break the bank. I don’t make the big bucks like you, mom!” Alex grinned. “If you want, I can pull one out and have it ready by tomorrow night,” he told her.

“No, that’s ok. I will get the chance eventually, I think. We should do something about your funding. For starters, this is more than a passing hobby. Even without seeing the output, the fact that I can remember my dream for the first time in over thirty years justifies a business plan and some real investment. This is patent-worthy as well,” Emily said.

The duo engaged in a lively discussion, their excitement fueling their visions for the Dreamweaver’s future. As they brainstormed, Alex realized that the Dreamweaver was not only his creation–it was a collaboration between him and his mother, a fusion of their shared passion and expertise. He would have a great deal of fun working closely with his mom. And of course, she would need to use the device extensively.

With renewed determination, Alex set out to incorporate his mother’s insights into the next phase of Dreamweaver’s development. Together, they would push the boundaries of dream exploration, unlocking the mysteries of the human mind one dream at a time.

As the night settled in, Emily found herself lying in bed, her thoughts wandering towards the Dreamweaver and her experience. Soon, her reflections shifted to her immense pride in her son, a source of boundless joy and admiration. He was truly a remarkable young man, blessed with exquisite qualities. Yet, amidst her musings, a lurid and vivid image slithered into her consciousness.

In that moment, Emily found herself caught in a peculiar reverie, an unwelcome tableau unfolding before her mind’s eye. She was there, prostrated between Alex’s raised legs. She worshiped his cock… his enormous cock. The scene, grotesquely amplified as if she was partially in her lucid dream, loomed in her thoughts, demanding her attention. It was like her imagination was intensified beyond any normal mental vision. Was this an effect of the Dreamweaver? Instead of pushing it away, she chose to dwell on it, allowing the waves of shame and heat to wash over her.

She lay in bed, her chest filled with the scorching flames of shame. Was it shame? Was there hunger there as well? This was not a new thought. She had found herself here before since losing her husband. Hadn’t she? As the final minutes of the day dwindled away, silently surrendering to the embrace of the night, somewhere between waking and sleep, she was there.

At Myrtle Beach, as the late afternoon cast its warm glow, an unusual serenity settled upon the shore. Typically bustling with activity, the beach now stood deserted, a silent witness to the fading sunlight. Palm trees lined the sandy expanse, their shadows stretching towards the horizon, where a multitude of hotels and apartments formed an uninterrupted row.

On this tranquil stretch of sand, she reclined on the oversized towel, embracing the solitude that enveloped her. Alex, her lover, lay beside her, his fingers tenderly tracing a delicate path along the side of her waist, ascending towards her exposed belly.

She shifted her gaze to the right, where he lay unclothed, as innocent as the day he came into existence. A peaceful smile graced his features, his eyes fixated on her with a tender affection that spoke volumes. His manhood, though softened, retained its substantial girth, menacing as a lion at rest in the shade of the vast savannah, exuding a quiet yet undeniable strength. It hung lazily over his left thigh.

She stretched her body, as if awakening from a blissful slumber, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, overwhelmed with sheer delight at the incredible fortune she had–a lover so remarkable. The level of satisfaction he brought her, time and time again, surpassed anything she had ever experienced. With a decisive motion, she reached down and untied the strings of her bikini bottoms, freeing herself from their constraints. Sitting up, she rolled onto Alex, just above his knees, her hands finding purchase on his sturdy abdomen. The vibrant day-glow green fabric of her bikini top strained to contain her voluptuous breasts, swaying gently as they hung, a testament to their weight.

Alex’s cock stirred with electric energy, like a python awakening from its slumber, its veiny form gracefully extending and defying the pull of gravity. Life coursed through his veins, pumping blood into his awakening manhood with a rhythmic intensity. Emily, feeling a surge of desire, moistened her hand with a delicate spit, her own anticipation causing her essence to flow. With a touch that spoke of possession and intimacy, she began to lubricate his awakening treasure, heightening the shared pleasure that awaited them both. Placing her hands on the crest of his hips, she rose up to align her opening with the head of his massive cock. She eased back, touching the tip to her folds. She leaned to the left and gripped him with her right hand, lowering her weight with equal parts hunger and fear. Her cunt oozed over his head as she began to pant.

So far little pain but the pressure was unyielding as she rocked back and forth attempting to slime his pole so she could cram more of the remarkable tool inside her greedy cunt. It was working. She methodically pressed back as his cock climbed higher and higher toward her cervix. Then it made contact. Their connection intensified as their bodies merged in an intimate embrace. With her hands resting on his chest, she peered down beneath their entangled forms, seeking to assess her progress. Fuck, it was only halfway in. She was overwhelmed by a sensation that could only be described as the weight of a cannonball filling her canal. In the midst of a captivating blend of pain and pleasure, she felt an intense craving for deeper penetration, the yearning building within her. As her eyes met Alex’s, a wordless smile on his face conveyed the depth of his adoration for her, echoing the unspoken desires between them.

In a moment that might be seen as impulsive, she summoned the courage to rise up and allowed herself to freefall onto his manhood, descending a full six inches, fully embracing the raw intensity between them. The impact of their union caused a guttural grunt to escape her lips. A deep, penetrating ache coursed through her, adding a complex dimension to their encounter. In an instant, an overpowering orgasm consumed her, causing her body to convulse and jerk with a mixture of painful pleasure that defied words. She saw a look of horror, or was it wonder on Alex’s face? She felt him grow harder inside her, every tiny detail of his cock felt in high definition. His glands flared as his hips bucked, piling on more of that insane pressure. He grabbed her hips and drove her from underneath, rocketing his hips until she felt his hot seed flooding her. It just kept coming and coming, he bucked and pressed deeper as he silently grimaced in the throes and a mighty orgasm.

Finally, both subsided. She looked into his eyes and saw her lover. As she looked, it began to dawn on her. This was her son! What had she done? She looked around the crowded beach. Onlookers gaped and whispered to each other. She couldn’t move. She was frozen with shock, shame, and fright.

Emily woke, sheets soaked; sweat and her juices. She recalled it all, the passion, intensity, and amazing pleasure she had both received and given to her lover, her son. As she lay in bed, a forbidden love for Alex took hold of her heart, quietly reigning within her. Her inability to recall her dreams was gone. But, what had she been suppressing all these years?