Literotic asexstories – Nightime Fantasies by billwells1,billwells1 [ The “original” of this story was much more detailed and a longer version, but as I neared the end, my f***ing computer “refreshed” and the entire narrative vanished. So this is the abridged version. Sorry.]
The dreams began about three months ago and they were always the same. Allow me to change that. They took different forms and had unnerving torments. Infact, they could readily be called nightmares by the eerie manner in which they terrified me. And mostly, the frightening part was how easily I was seduced into their erotic pattern and of how I was forced to reconsider some of my most basic and ingrained concepts. But the most nightmarish part of these nocturnal dramas was their ability to awaken in me the ultimate taboo fantasies that brought on the greatest orgasms of my life!
My name is Maria. I am a thirty-nine-year-old widow and mother of twins, a boy and a girl, both 21. I have chemically-enhanced dark brown hair that lays on my shoulders and deep brown eyes. My round cheeks frame a pug nose that sits atop pouty lips that are usually highlighted with pink gloss in warm weather and darker red in cool temps. When not wearing my three-inch heels my long, toned legs hold me at about 5’8″ and my curvy torso tips the scales at 125 pounds. Most of me is curvy. I was fairly athletic in my youth but idleness and gravity swayed the contours of my 34Cs and the children broadened my hips and ass, but I still have an attractive jiggle and I can turn heads in the way that I fill-out a bikini.
My son Jimmy is my favorite- almost my pet, though I treat them both equally. He was an awkward youth and clung to me but with the tragic death of his father and needing to grow-up fast, and his natural talents in sports, his body was reworked into the prototypical 220 pound tall, dark and handsome stud. But he remains a momma’s boy at heart and I just adore the way he hugs me every morning as I’m making breakfast.
His twin sister Jaquelyn is too much like me for us to always get along as easily. She was much more into “Vogue” and “Glamour” than athletics, but they were both very good students. Jackie matured faster than her brother and infact even faster than I did. She has my hair and eyes but is more lithe and her tits measure every inch of a bountiful 36D. With her sparkling chocolaty eyes and flirty demeanor, she was able to win a spot on every council or squad that she had interest in and at prom time, suiters lined-up to ask her favor. Her father often mentioned that she would grow to be a heartbreaker. I always hear that she looks just like me when I was that age. But honestly, I believe she is sexier and much more confident than I ever was. I am often conflicted as to whether I’m proud of her or simply jealous.
I can’t exactly pinpoint the day that my disconcerting dreams started, but using the four credits I earned in psychology, I dwell on a summer day by the pool as a trigger point. I was laying on my belly on a recliner trying to erase the tan lines from my shoulders and back, so the top of my swimsuit was undone and the bottoms were even pulled down a bit to nearly the top of my thighs. The kids came out to join me and immediately dove in the water.
Jimmy wore only briefs (and brief, doesn’t begin to describe them.) He has a swimmer’s build with broad shoulders and thick thighs and hardly any fat. We have a high fence around the yard for privacy and since they both take to water like fish, he will often skinny-dip at night so I think the Speedo was a concession to his sister and me. I watched him as he strode confidently to the edge of the pool, his lean muscles rippled under the sun and his obvious package was outlined by the thin material of his suit.
Obviously, I’ve seen him practice before and at meets but the upclose sight of the manner in which his balls and long, strong shaft filled-out his tight bottoms, placed me at an embarrassing position both in my physical closeness and in my conflicted brain. I understood that the thoughts immediately infiltrating my mind were the most taboo perversion that a mother could have but how does a mature, (and obviously horny) woman not notice a sculpted, half-naked Adonis, walk directly infront of her while her lusty eyes are level with his barely concealed cock?
Then Jackie sashayed through, wearing a suit that even she admitted might be a bit too skimpy for our upcoming vacation at the beach. She kicked-off her cork heels and stretched her taut, bouncy frame by the poolside, in a move she must have practiced on the college boys that she liked to tease. It had the same effect on the two of us. Her hot-pink two-piece measured about nine square inches of practically see-through cloth and her perky nipples dimpled the top before she ever went in the cool water. She stooped to her knees and bent forward to test the water, straining the functional limits of the elastic as it endeavored to hold her lush ass in place. And when her brother lightly spanked her inviting rearend, she giggled seductively and returned an appreciative smile, just as she dove into the pool.
As they mostly do, after some perfunctory laps the two of them settled down to a game of takeaway with a plastic beach ball. There was a lot of laughing and screaming followed by dunkings and one of them racing after the other one. But I had noticed recently that when Jimmy would wrap his sister in a bearhug he was not always trying to wrestle the ball away from her, sometimes the ball floated to the far side of the pool as he held her tight and his hands roamed freely over her curvy, wet torso. His big hands seemed to take some pronounced liberties with her twisting, squealing anatomy and she wasn’t exactly fighting off his advances. Often as they drifted further from my view, their wild eyes met suspiciously and scrambling hands were lost from my sight, while the action below the water line seemed to pick-up in intensity.
Sometimes I’d watch in disbelief as they swam to the distant end of the pool where their clutching embraces became less to grab the ball and much more like an adventurous couple at a drive-in movie. I was mostly just happy that two grown siblings got along so well together and I never really assumed there was actually anymore to it. What haunted me more, was the perverted images that I projected onto their routine family pleasures. I could, (and did,) imagine how I might have reacted in my daughter’s position.
If I were alone in a private pool with a young well-built man groping and cuddling my wet, tight body and my bathing suit surely showed the physical excitement and desire that rushed over me, tempting my admirer to continue his illicit pursuit, I could easily be persuaded to lose my inhibitions. Drifting to the more secluded and shallower end, I would watch as he hoisted himself onto the pool ledge and pulled me in closer, so that I was in between his firm thighs and my hands traced the sweet bulge in his translucent shorts. As I explored the sudden expansion of the concealed mountain, his hands confidently reached behind me and loosened the top of my bikini, revealing to his wide, brown eyes my bouncing, buoyant breasts with the engorged nipples pointing directly at him.
With one hand he caressed my neck, drawing me closer to his lap. The other hand cupped and weighed my boobs in his palm while flicking the exposed nipples with his thumb. I would be tugging his tiny shorts along his wet, hairy legs, anxious to extract my prize from the confining material. It occurred to me at this moment that here in my hand, was the very cock that I had been desiring. My pussy was heating-up in fevered anticipation. I could practically taste his creamy cum. His big organ sprang to life, sturdy and solid as a flag pool and I licked my lips in anticipation. I was ready to take the plunge. All I needed was his reassuring voice to tell me that this is what he wants. I look up to see the hungry expression in his eyes and then…
“Mom, are you alright? You look lost in thought.” My brows furrowed in confusion and I wondered why he would ask that. Suddenly it hit me like a bolt from the gods. My dream-like fantasy shattered and dissolved as I became aware that my children had emerged from the water and taken seats right beside me. I almost performed a double-take, my neck swiveling sharply toward the far edge of the pool. I was just there a second ago, I thought. And the young man whose image never really came into clarity, was unmistakably my son. I envisioned sucking my son’s cock!
I was startled just enough to sit up suddenly, forgetting that my bikini top was untied until I felt my tits bounce to attention and the warm breeze drift across my erect nipples. They both stopped and stared at my nakedness, and not in the confused way that children laugh at their mother’s embarrassment. It was as if I had just tossed meat at a lion. Their lust-filled looks zeroed in on my heaving chest. I quickly covered my nudity and was actually thankful for the distraction from the rosy hue of my shamed cheekbones. I uttered some nonsensical reply and explained that maybe a cold shower would awaken me from my lethargy. I slunk into the house, fumbling with my straps as I passed them and hurried to the shower, though rebounding from a sleepy condition was the opposite of what I required.
I immediately determined that a cold shower would not do the trick. I warmed a bath and while the tub filled I went insearch of my favorite toy. I had a long, thick vibrating wand with a big bulbous head that tickled my clit at high speeds and could burrow a sleek path into the tight, hot opening of my moist cavern. I added bubbles to the water and lit scented candles as per my usual routine. Though the house was always empty in the past when I entertained myself in this fashion and I had never just imagined taking my son’s enormous cock in my slutty mouth, I desperately needed this release. I had not yet decided if I was going to play with my yearning pussy to relieve the tension or if it was to relive the lewd urge.
I laid down in the soapy water burying my shaken body to my neck but lifting my legs against the wall and allowing a steady stream of warm water to fall on my pouty clit as I worked the rotating head around the soggy pubic mound and over my frazzled labia until the tingle began to rise in my uterus and I felt the swelling and spasms that would start in my abdomen and quickly roll down to my yearning pelvis. My other hand slowly squeezed my round tits and tugged on the engorged nipples as I worked myself into a heated frenzy. As the low hum of the vibrator signaled the frantic agitation of my eager pussy, my slippery ass thrashed against the porcelain surface of the tub. Low, throaty moans escaped my lips and the image reappeared of the anonymous male creature at the rim of the pool, with the big cock and the familiar proportions. My clit swelled as the magic wand abraded the swollen nub. Waves crashed between my “Y” and the bubbles multiplied exponentially. I tossed like a fish on a hook and finally with the roiling pressure hitting my breaking point, I shrieked in delight, the echoes bouncing off the tiled walls.
It took a minute for the twitching to subside and my exhausted body slumped, almost drowning me at the height of my delirium. Though no climax could extinguish the taboo notion that what just got me off, was the repressed but perverted craving to have sex with my son. Although having soaked for the previous ten minutes, when I toweled dry I was still drenched in nervous perspiration. I had forgotten that I rushed into the bath with only my swimsuit on, and now I had only a bath towel to wrap around my limp body. My boobs were barely covered and the folds of the towel separated as I walked, revealing my legs as the water slowly dripped down them. The more that I attempted to conceal my damp pussy as I moved, my thighs and ass were displayed.
My legs felt jittery as I stumbled out of the bathroom and I was caught-up in my thoughts. I nearly ran full force into Jimmy. Was it a coincidence that he was just outside the door or did I yell something incriminating that drew his attention or did I just look guilty? I continued to picture his hidden physique by the pool and especially his firm, thick cock that I could almost feel on my tongue. He was still in his soggy suit but he caught me in his strong arms and I felt his warm body and could smell the chlorine in his hair. I was shaking and he made me feel so secure that I nuzzled into his chest and kissed his firm pecs.
“Mom, I’m worried about you. Is there anything wrong?” A look of concern couldn’t disguise the leering appraisal that he gave to my trembling, nearly naked body. Then my head cleared and I rapidly wondered if he realized that he was the object of my distress. I assured him that I was fine and thanked him for his worry but struggled to my room. As I peered back over my shoulder at my wonderful son, I caught his distinct gaze leering at my body, covered in only a strip of cotton. He met my look and did not at all look ashamed for ogling his mother’s near naked figure. Infact, I was slightly embarrassed at the wolfish grin that curled his lips. And I could feel instantly the hot liquid percolating again in my troubled cunt.
Once behind a closed door, I had the troubling thought that Jimmy saw the vibrator in my hand and knew for a fact, what I’d been doing and why. I knew then that the buzz of the big dildo would become a recurring sound very soon, whether I was alone in the house or not. This was the moment that I also first encountered the nagging dilemma of wondering if I was the only one feeling these taboo desires. And if so, should I be relieved or depressingly disappointed.
That night was the first that I remember of the lewd fantasies that would visit me like Scrooge’s ghosts. Everyone understands how dreams can change at an instant, weaving in different people and places and yet while they’re happening, it all makes sense. In my sleep dramas, I was always my current age but I would find myself in a classroom or a library, or even presenting a speech before a formal crowd or preparing a holiday supper for my extended family. And always, my clothes would be falling off of my body.
I was once an intern at a big agency responsible for doing research on clients. So, in my dream it was no surprise to find myself hurrying down busy corridors with stacks of heavy volumes and people shouting orders from every open door. My relief came when I got home and Jimmy, (who was not even born when I had that job,) offered to rub my tired shoulders and massaged my aching feet. It seemed so natural and loving that I readily agreed. I was laying on my belly again just like at the pool, with my bra unhooked and my son was smoothing warm oil onto my sore back. Somehow in this short sequence, his face was left in shadows and I “forgot” who it was that had taken control of my hungry anatomy.
This “stranger’s” experienced hands occasionally slid along my delicate ribcage and under my prone form, to casually caress and fondle my bare breasts. The friendly rub-down instantly became a lecherous seduction. My pointy nipples molded to his measured touch. His thumb and fingers gently tweaked the fleshy nubs, sending my trembling body into fits of ecstasy. I was torn between emotions but listening to his soft voice saying, “Now doesn’t that feel better?” And I moaned a sultry reply, unable to even turn my head to identify my assailant. Then he moved towards my bare feet that had been encased in heels all day, and he said, “I know something else that will make you feel good.”
His strong hands grasped my feet and rubbed the injured soles, he applied light pressure to the balls of my feet and softened the dull ache. I always loved having my feet rubbed. This brought back so many sweet memories from some distant time that I couldn’t quite recall but yet I knew something sinister was on the horizon. Soon he was sliding his lubricated knuckles along my calves and up my thighs, pressing his palms into my tense muscles. I knew where this was all leading to, but I was helpless to resist. I believed that I could trust him and still I felt that it was wrong.
Whimpering squeals were mumbled into the pillows as he expertly manipulated my writhing torso. I don’t understand when my clothes dissolved but he was now spreading apart the oiled lips of my voracious cunt and I felt his raspy tongue gliding back and forth from my pussy to my asshole. Tender kisses at the perfect time combined with long, wet licks along my most private openings. I was in heaven, or so I imagined. A voice whispered in my mind’s ear that this had to stop but I felt that it was destined to happen. He swathed my outer folds in his mouth using his flattened tongue to spark all of my nerve endings. He was driving me to the edge and I couldn’t stop his sexual ravishing of my frustrated body. My pussy was alive and jolts of passion rippled my tingling pubic mound. He discovered my G-Spot and closed in on it. I was a slave to his touch. The moans became shrieks and my entire anatomy quivered under his determined explorations.
My supple form thrashed on the king-size bed that we were now laying on and his hands teased at my reddened labia while his tongue played a sexy tune on my distended clit. For an instant, I found that I was tied to the bed but the restraints were simply colored ribbons that I could have easily escaped from, obviously I was confused. No other thought entered my mind than just how wonderful this felt and the torrent of my fluids that were about to explode from my vagina. I screamed for him to continue and to never stop, promising that I would reciprocate in kind and with just as much enthusiasm. I bucked like a stallion and had the greatest series of orgasms in my entire life. My body quaked and shook as if electrocuted and I felt the stress ease out of me and the acceptance of my complete surrender.
My legs were wide apart as my ragged torso slowly convulsed and I invited him to enter me, begging for his gigantic cock to take ownership of my wanton pussy. The mushroomed tip of his rigid tool found my gaping chasm and plowed into my dampened orifice. He entered me roughly and quickly took control. He could sense that I wouldn’t deny him and he slammed his smooth lance to the hilt. I was gored on his giant erection and I reveled in its total domination of my submissive cunt. He stroked his tool in and out, gaining momentum and control with each hard thrust. The firm shaft was sleek with my oily dew. He plunged ever deeper and withdrew tantalizingly slow. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through my compliant torso.
There was something so perverted and crude but I couldn’t deny the euphoria. Then I felt him stiffen and shake. He roared an exclamation, claiming me as his own while he pumped his syrupy cream into my awaiting snatch. The warmth spread to my cervix and another tremendous climax crashed down on me as he emptied his rich seed in my uterus. I was his slut and hungry for more. He exclaimed, “This will make you feel better mother,” as he turned me onto my back and positioned his sticky, shiny cock at the base of my open mouth. My red lips parted to accept his throbbing organ. Just then, I registered his use of the word “mother,” and I screamed in my sleep. I woke in a cold sweat and searched the dark room desperately to make certain that I was alone. And then I stifled a bewildered sob.
In the morning, both kids alerted me that I looked tired and wrung-out. I mentioned that I hadn’t been sleeping well. They exchanged a funny, knowing smile and implored me to be careful with my health and maybe consider sleep aides. But tonight would be a good night because it was the twin’s birthday. That evening was a happy celebration and we popped the cork on a few bottles of champagne. I got Jimmy a new car stereo and a nice watch. For Jackie, I bought her a leather jacket and a necklace. Each gift was toasted with drinks and I was feeling high by nightfall. Possibly it was the alcohol, but I found the gifts that they gave each other very odd. Jackie presented her brother with a whip like Indiana Jones had. Jimmy gave his sister some very revealing lingerie. I felt suddenly old, drunk and out-of-it. So I went to bed.
When the kids were young, we sent them to summer camp. All they ever talked about was that there were communal showers. Boys all bathed at one time and then girls had the showers at another time. For some reason, that thought was the last one on my mind as I fell asleep. And the dream came. Suddenly, I was in a large shower room with other adult women and we were all naked. I saw boobs of all sizes and shapes. Many were larger than my own and all were shiny and slick, in various stages of suds and rinse water. A shapely set of nice, firm tits always caught my eye and I would compare their appearance to my own pair.
In college, I had seen a lot of women in their underwear and some entirely nude, but nothing like this. There and then, I would sneak looks from the corner of my eye not wanting to alarm anyone. But here it was open and possibly rude to turn away. But something was happening to me. Even under the watery spray, I was covered in nervous perspiration. My face flushed and I could feel the prickly tremors building in my genitals. The dream changed again. The women were now of barely legal age and their lithe, firm bodies- sleek and glistening- were gyrating and grinding against one another. It was like an Amazon orgy of naked, inviting flesh. They were all in their early twenties, well-endowed and sexy as hell.
And my eyes were drawn to the extreme variety of pubic hair on display. There was red, blonde and black. Some women had shaved patterns on their crotch, others were completely bare, allowing an unobstructed view of their forbidden passage. All of the slickened cunts were dripping from the shower. The warm water cascaded from between their ample cleavage along flat tummies and funneled down to that sensual cleft between their legs, where the wetness seemed to indicate that they were lubricating their undulating hips for a sexual adventure. Those different-hued pelvic regions all appeared to be aimed at me and were offering me an introduction to the Sapphic Arts. My nipples hardened and my heartrate soared. What about this strangely erotic scene made me so horny and excited? Then I noticed that a group of them were whispering together and staring at me.
My breasts ofcourse, were also exposed. The more that my nervous feet shuffled on the wet floor, the more my firm orbs jiggled for the ladies’ perverted amusement. Lecherous smiles followed my every movement. And my trimmed, black curls outlined my shimmering snatch. My wiry pussy hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart, (though I have no memory of ever doing so,) and delicately set atop my squirming vagina. There was something inevitable about this situation, but I was scared to proceed. I positioned my hands to cover my nudity but it only served to draw more attention to my discomfort. I felt abruptly awkward and turned towards the wall to finish my shower. Not wanting to make the initial move but secretly hoping that my deepest fantasy could be fulfilled. I was shivering like a leaf in the wind. But my arousal at the sight of such beautiful women was evident to all. How had I hidden these feelings for so long? I seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time facing the wall, scrubbing my pussy and rinsing soap from my tits. It felt so good to slowly caress my supple body while sneaking peeks at these sexy women.
Then I felt many hands grabbing me and wrestling me towards a nearby bench covered with towels. They were firm yet gentle in their psychological seduction. I was placed on my back and restrained from all sides. A few of them kissed my neck and lips, calmly offering soft, smooth words of encouragement to accept my inner feelings. They were soothing and tender in their approach. The other women were laughing and screaming as they hurled filthy, descriptive comments about my wriggling body. It now appeared that I was twenty years older than all of the other young women. I fought the urge to scream, reasoning that they would be gentle with me. I was naked and wet, laying with my limbs splayed in a roomful of twenty-year-old hardbodies and was fully aroused, and waiting for someone to tell me what to do.
I was securely held down as seemingly a hundred hands and lips explored my naked anatomy. Emotions were tugging me in different directions but I had stopped struggling altogether. A relative calm settled over me. This seemed like something that I needed to try. Now, it seemed important to me to appear sexy and cooperative so that we would enjoy it all. While their bodies were tighter and younger than mine, I would make up for that with my enthusiasm. I would follow their lead and do what they said. My heart was telling me that despite my reservations, I wanted something very close to this!
I was kissed with inquisitive tongues searching the depths of my mouth. Soft lips bit tenderly on my own. It was the perfect start to my enticement. Painted fingernails combed through my dark, curly pubes and tickled my swollen mons, sending me to the heights of anticipatory ecstasy. Only a woman truly knows how to touch another woman. Probing digits penetrated my moist cavern and brought decadent bi-sexual fantasies to light. My hips squirmed and thumped on the soft cotton and every nerve fired at once. My tits were grabbed and tugged with wet tongues circling my areolae and pinching my pouty nubs. I’ve always loved having my tits firmly held and then softly squeezed. The nipples puffed-up and reacted readily to their domineering hands. The thrashing that I was doing had nothing to do with wanting this sexual domination to end. I had never experienced any form of lesbian love but I was enthralled and fascinated by the touch of a feminine hand on my shivering frame.
Those many supple fingers and lips drove me to multiple orgasms and yet I didn’t recognize a face, this entire scenario was completely unfamiliar to me. But there was no mistaking the fact that having a female lover take charge of my deepest fantasies was highly erotic. There was no need to be held down anymore because I was an enthusiastic participant, now. My hands grasped at every mound and I lathered kisses on all exposed flesh. The scene had shifted to my own bedroom and I finally realized that I was being seduced on my feathery-soft, king-size bed. It had been years since two people cavorted sexually on this bed and now I was once more feeling hands and lips on my yearning body.
A complete stranger, a younger woman was teaching me and mentoring me in the taboo realm of girl-on-girl sensuality. How did she get here? Who was she?
The room was dark but the touch was oddly familiar. Then I heard a soft voice saying that it was my turn to perform and the sensuous, sweet-smelling woman climbed on my chest and rested her dark, kinky curls on my chin. After the emotional release and the exotic sensations that I had just been let-in on, I was anxious to try one more experiment. I inhaled her aroma and was eager to return the favors that she had imparted to me. She was fresh and clean, and I wanted her madly. My mouth opened slightly, permitting my hesitant tongue to moisten my lips and continue to stretch forward, searching for this new, savory honey-pot.
I looked up to see the face of my new Domme, but her character remained a mystery. All that I could see as I strained my neck, was the undersides of a magnificent pair of tits wobbling above me as she wiggled her hot pussy on my nervous lips. The curve of her soft breasts excited me and I noticed the firm pink tips that jutted proudly forward. There were long strands of wet, jet-black hair dangling along the sides of each breast and right under my nose, her black pussy hair smelled fragrantly of scented soap and droplets of cool shower-water seeped into my mouth. Her hands grasped my tangle of sopping hair and she slid her moistened slit across my curious, pointed tongue. In her grip, my face was twisted and pulled to taste each fold and lick every surface of her sweet cunt. The initial touch and taste were electrifying. The fragrance was delicate and intoxicating, I wanted so much more. I was deliriously enthusiastic in my new-found adventure and I longed to know my new partner. “That’s it, mom,” she cooed, “Lick my clit and make me cum. We both know that you’ve always wanted to do me.”
I woke up alarmed and still smacking my lips as the sleepiness instantly disappeared from my tired eyes. There was a scurrying sound from the hall and I feared that I woke the kids. I had dreamed of making out with my daughter and actually letting her be the “top” to my “bottom.” My breath came in short, gasping spurts. Sweat covered my quivering frame. It was four in the morning and I was afraid to go back to bed. My panties were soaked-through and my mouth was dry from a pantomime cunt-licking. My bed was a soggy mess, the sheets tossed aside and I felt as if I’d just had a work-out. I trudged into the shower and then tip-toed downstairs to make coffee and start the kids’ breakfast.
I was surprised when my son and daughter came down so early for breakfast, they were excited about something and unusually conspiratorial. I understand that they’re adults now and don’t involve their mother in all of their plots and plans, but something seemed off. They both inquired about my sleep patterns and mentioned that I was looking even more haggard than ever. I told them in a round about way that I was having weird dreams and that they were keeping me from deep sleep. Both kids consoled and commiserated, Jimmy saying that he was going to pick-up some sleeping pills for me. I appreciated all of their concern and though I continued to have some strange dreams, I began a regimen of sleeping pills every evening.
Halloween was drawing near and we were decorating the house and laying-in supplies of candies and treats. The kids informed me that they would both be attending holiday-themed parties and the hosting duties would fall on me alone, this year. I didn’t want to spoil their fun but I had never liked being alone in the house, especially when reminded of the “slasher” movies that played all month and answering the doorbell to strangers for hours on end. I eventually grabbed the candy jar and sat on the couch biding my time until the night was over.
It wasn’t long until I had another dream and this one came with a Halloween theme to it. The kids were in costume and ready to go out; but the night was stormy and the power was flicking on and off all night. The news warned of treacherous roads and lightning flashed all around. I begged them both to stay home, and failing that, to be careful and call me if they’d be late. They both laughed it off and kissed me as they went out the door.
The wind howled and the lightning struck, bringing deafening thunder and sheets of rain pelting the windows. There was no one on the streets and nobody had come to the door for hours. It was very late at night now and I noticed that local phone service was spotty at best, then a crack of lightning knocked-out the power. I was sitting alone in the dark, late at night wearing a nightgown and preparing for bed, (in a dream, it all seemed so natural.) I was nervous and a bit frightened when I heard the voices at the door. I assumed it was the kids finally coming home well after midnight. The door buzzer sounded repeatedly and powerful hands beat on the door. I jumped out of my chair with my pulse racing. I was going to yell at them both for scaring me.
Two masked strangers- too big for Trick-or-Treaters- stood at the door as I opened it. They wore clown make-up and fright wigs and it occurred to me that I didn’t remember how the kids were dressed when they left. In my confused state, they pushed past me and then dragged me along with them to my bedroom. I was shoved hard onto the bed and my clothes were ripped from my body. They didn’t speak at all, only uttering frightening howls of laughter and lusty grunts as their rough hands tugged at my flesh and they spun me around as if I was the main course at a BBQ.
One of them held my legs in place and firmly apart as I felt strong hands cradled my thighs and then a wet tongue began to lick and suck at my thrashing pussy. The other one had wrestled my arms above my head and secured both wrists to a bedpost, (my bed didn’t have posts, but that’s the nature of dreams.) That one slid down to my chest and slapped at my bare boobs, causing me to cry-out in humiliation, more than pain. And causing them both to shriek in peels of terrifying laughter. I watched as my tits bounced against my chest and with his fingers forced into my mouth, I was made to imitate the sucking motion that was proceeding between my thighs. As I licked at the rough digits, he shouted that I sucked them like I wanted more. I couldn’t see beyond the one perched on my chest but I could tell that the other one was very close to bringing me to a shocking orgasm, and I found it difficult to resist the temptation.
My body writhed and my hips rose-up to meet that wonderful tongue that was eliciting so many thrills. I arched my back and stretched my thighs wide, allowing maximum advantage and penetration to my invader. With my warped mind concentrating on the fire down below, I somehow missed the fact that above my waist, this assailant was now naked and was exchanging his wet fingers in my mouth with his sturdy cock. His hands combed through my shaggy, dark mane and gripped my ears, holding me steady and at his extreme pleasure. I noticed the dark, kinky curls nestled at the bottom of his thick shaft as his belly pushed forward, sending the long, hefty column of reddened skin plunging into my gaping mouth.
My cheeks were distended as he shoved his potent length towards the back of my throat, then he withdrew most of it, making me want to cling to the sloping head of the bulbous tip, so as to not let it escape. I was being gangraped and loving the experience. From above me, I could in no known way, watch myself as I was being attacked. My upper attacker was shoving his enormous prick in and out of my mouth and I was hungry to keep it inside me. Between my legs, his partner in crime was eating my thrashing pussy and doing a magnificent job of it. I was observing the perverted action and applauding the rapists as my own trembling torso absorbed the forcible sexual onslaught.
The pressure built in my groin as the expert twinings of an experienced tongue played delicately on my straining clitoris like a maestro plays a grand piano. The familiar rippling began in my belly as the stomach muscles convulsed. I felt the ripples working south towards my pelvis and my hips gyrated and shuddered, expecting the final torrent. Then the spasms hit and I thrust my torrid vulva to meet that stabbing tongue. The climax exploded in my uterus and my body turned to liquid. I shook uncontrollably and bounced my ass on the sheets as all fluid drained out of me.
Even with my mouth full of cock, I shrieked with erotic delight. He took that excited moment to jam his gigantic organ up to my tonsils and let loose with a gusher of his creamy seed, coating my mouth with his cum until I could do nothing more than swallow his gooey deposit. I swallowed swiftly to clear my airway and yet more continued to spout. Whitish syrup ran past my lips and down my chin, settling in a brackish puddle of sweat in my neck and cleavage.
My hands were free (somehow,) to caress the shoulders and hips of my blowjob partner and show him how much I appreciated his generous load. Then I reached down and felt the slim contours and big breasts of the person licking my pussy and realized that it was a woman preforming such lovely cunnilingus. I was seemingly exhausted by the sensual ordeal but my cum-covered body was willing and eager for more. In an instant, they had traded places. The girl’s beautiful pussy was presented to my anxious mouth and I felt the approach and entrance of the huge piston that I had just sucked, into my ravenous cunt.
Both attackers were now completely naked and I had forgotten that they were ever wearing disguises or that I had found anything to be disagreeable about this arrangement. The woman sitting on my face was my daughter Jaqulyn and my son Jimmy was the one pumping my pussy full of his sturdy cock. I smiled lovingly at them both and thanked them for bringing out so much pleasure and so many wonderful feelings from my repressed emotional state. And then it hit me…
I was torn in an emotional quagmire. I didn’t want this lovely, family feeling to dissolve but the bitter incestual taboo bit into my fantasy. I struggled to awaken from my erotic reverie and found myself in my own bed but with the bed disheveled and my clothes on the floor. In the distance, I heard quiet footsteps and feared that I had yelled-out something incriminating. My lips were dry and flaked with a crusty white film, while my pussy appeared as if a glazed doughnut had melted in my lap. My hips felt as if I had just run a marathon and my throat was sore as though I’d been singing arias. I checked the time, it was only one thirty. I must have gone to bed earlier than I thought. It must have been those sleeping pills! I needed to check the house and see if the kids were home.
As I walked through the house, I saw that the kids were both asleep in their beds, the door was locked, the candy all gone and the lights were out. I was still dizzy but I needed a shower both to wash my sweaty body and to eliminate the effects of the pills. I was never going to take anymore of them again- I don’t remember a single thing I did. I don’t even remember going to bed.
I laid awake in my bed staring at the rumpled clothing on the floor and the damp stain on the mattress, trying to piece together some part of the previous evening but it was all a fog. As the dawn broke, I padded to the kitchen and started the coffee with a helping of aspirin. The kids arrived at the table surprisingly refreshed and were in a delirious mood. They told me that they got home early but I had already gone to bed. There was tense giggling all around. They said that they noticed all of the candy gone and that I must have had a busy night. I only shrugged my shoulders and said that I must have been worn-out. When I asked them how their party was, they both replied in unison that it was a one-of-a-kind success. When they asked me how I slept, I told them sullenly that I must have passed-out as soon as I hit the sheets because I don’t recall anything at all. They smiled at each other and then at me and said that I should be certain to take those pills every night.
After that night I slept wonderfully and had many more pleasant dreams.
The End
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