4 comments/ 42567 views/ 29 favorites Wet Dream: 01 By: SunChris All individuals in this story are 18 y/o or older. Chapter 1 The engorged stiffness of my cock was pleasingly painful. The building orgasm was rapidly approaching inevitability, that precipice of no return. I didn't want to cum. I didn't yet want release from the expanding pleasurable pain centered between my legs. I wanted the intense wave of pleasure to grow. "It is so real, so wonderful..., so illogical." said silently inside my head. I enjoyed watching my cock slide in and out of my sister Di's warm, wet, tight pussy, mesmerized as her glistening wet labia stretched and pulled in concert with my thrusts. Her hands pulled at the skin just above her her plump pussy lips, drawing them apart, forcing her clit to stand free of its hood. Her finger slowly circled and teased the moist tissue around the erect nub. Her small breasts, pushed up between her arms, were high on her chest. They jiggled in concert across her chest in time with the rhythm of our fucking. Her puffy nipples were erect, areolae were tight and pink against the dark tan of her skin. My mouth watered; they looked so suckable and delicious. "It can't be right. But it is. It's so good!" Mom lay beside Di, knees bent, spread wide to reveal the pinkness of her exposed vagina as she too held her generous labia widely apart. The index finger of her right hand rapidly flicked at the exposed clitoris. Secretions slowly oozed from her pussy, traced a shiny path across her dark puckered anus, down the shadowed area of her ass crack, and dripped onto the bed. A darkened area of wetness had formed on the sheet below her ass. I reached over and touched Mom's moist vulva. Her dark anus twitched and contracted as I slid two fingers inside the slippery warmth of her pussy. Her hips thrust repeatedly to meet and bury my hand deeply inside her sex. Her breasts jiggled and swayed on her chest with each thrust. Her large dark nipples contrasting with the creamy white color of her boobs. The pleasurable sensations of fucking Di expanded as my dick slid in and out of her pussy. The urgency of an impending orgasm was building. "Wait, no, yes, fuck..." Disoriented, I tried to stop what I now realized was an inevitable wet dream. No use, I was past that point of no return. Contraction after contraction ejaculated sperm into my sleep shorts. Each contraction intensified as the orgasm took me and each contraction releasing the pleasurable tense pressure centered between my legs. Awake, breathless, I felt the the gooey mess between my legs begin to cool. As my cock softened, I replayed the fading images and sensations of my dream. A tendril of guilt tugged at my conscience. To hell with guilt, this was one dream worth remembering. I had been amazingly turned on. Despite that desire, what had seemed so real and had felt so real a few moments before, began to fade into a surreal reality. Di and Mom, so fucking hot in my dream, but so weird in my post-orgasmic let down. Especially Mom. Really? What was wrong with me. It was early, only a few minutes after 4 am Saturday morning, still dark outside. The wet mess in my underwear now cold and sticky against my skin as I padded toward the bathroom. I was startled by Di as she walked out of her room toward the bathroom. We both stopped simultaneously. Her eyes sleepily met mine, then dropped down, obviously taking in the large wet area so prominently visible on my underwear. Her head tilted slightly to the side, then without a word, she turned, entered the bathroom, and gently closed the door. A few moments later, I heard the light tinkle of her urine against the toilet water as she relieved herself. Hearing the tinkling sound of my sister's urine was strangely erotic. I could hear the rattle of the tissue paper being pulled off the roll. I imagined her gently wiping the moisture from her privacy. The sounds of the toilet flushing and water at the sink running as she washed her hands soon followed. The door opened, she briefly hesitated as her eyes again glanced at my crotch. She turned and silently walked back to her room. A few hours later, I was leaning against the kitchen counter eating yogurt while watching Mom prep stuff for the barbecue later this evening. I couldn't help but flash back on the dream images in my mind of Mom. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, ass and crotch when she she turned from time to time going about her activities. Very nice. I wondered if in reality her areola were as large and dark, and if her nipples got as plump and erect as they had in my dream. My cock was getting uncomfortably engorged in my shorts as I stole glances, trying to disrobe Mom with my eyes. The wet dream kept replaying in my mind; seeing the dark thatch between her legs, pussy juices dripping down across the dark rosebud of her anus. I could almost feel of my fingers push between her plump wet labia and slide inside her hot pussy. My cock began to push its way down my shorts leg. Mom glanced to her right as she said, "What are you thinking about young lady?" I looked to my right and saw Di staring at me. I felt a burning blush creep up my neck wondering how long Di had been silently watching me ogle Mom. Her face was inscrutable as she glanced briefly at Mom and quietly said "Oh, nothing much." "Hmmm, must be a juicy nothing. I haven't seen you blush like that in ages. And what's up with you Jake? You sure are quiet this morning." As Mom turned back toward the stove, Di's eyes looked pointedly at the bulge in my shorts leg. Her eyes swiveled and briefly held my eyes, then swept to my crotch again. "Nothing Mom. Just kind of lost in rambling thoughts," I replied as I quickly looked Di up and down, still wearing her white baby doll pajamas. Her slim shape looked great. Her small breasts gently deformed the front of her top, nipples poking at the soft fabric, the tan of her well toned ames and legs accentuated by the white fabric of her pajamas. Our eyes met. Di had caught me giving her the once over too. "What are you up to today Jay?" Di asked, a smirky smile playing across her full lips. Had Di emphasized the word "up?" "Playing golf with the guys. In fact, time to go. See you all later." I replied as I made as graceful an exit that my poorly concealed, uncomfortably positioned, chafing hardon would allow. Distracted, I played so terribly I bailed on the round and my friends after nine holes. I drove home in a black funk. Feeling semi-guilty about my dream, feeling shitty about being caught undressing both Mom and Di with my eyes in the kitchen, feeling shitty about bailing on my friends, I slunk into the house, not really wanting to talk to anyone. I heard music coming from the back yard. I walked quietly through the kitchen into the great room to see what Mom and Di were doing. Mom and Di were sitting by the pool having a beer and chatting. They both wore bikinis, Mom's white suit looked very good on her 39 year old darkly tanned still youthful body. Full medium sized breasts filled out the bikini top very nicely. Just a hint of softness to her lower abdomen, skin smooth and brown. Her long slim legs were spread wide on the recliner allowing the sun even access to her thighs. My eyes were drawn by the white fabric's smooth downward curve between her thighs. The fabric was stretched against and outlined her plumb labia, the slight indentation of a groove visible between her pussy lips. Di was wearing her hot pink and extremely skimpy thong bikini. It left very little to the imagination. The top consisted of two triangles of material that curved up from her chest, over her small breasts and ended in points that just covered her nipples. The pink fabric accentuated the gentle curve of her mostly bare breasts. The thong bottom afforded just enough coverage to barely be decent. Cool. Di stood up, turned and stretched. Her ass cheeks curved smoothly up from her legs with only a hint of a crease where her thighs ended and her ass began. The pink thong exited her ass crack to join the ties that held the bottoms in place. She dove into the pool for a cool down dip and lithely pulled herself up and out of the water to return to the recliner. Her nipples were now erect casting little shadows across her breasts. Mom pulled her right knee up as she reached down with her right hand to pull at and adjust the crotch of her suit. My cock twitched in response to seeing her pussy lips briefly exposed during the adjustment. They were full, dark and smooth without any visible hair. The movement of Di's leg brought my attention to her crotch. Her thong had pulled deeply between her now exposed labia. She reached between her legs with both hands to pull it free and reposition the narrow band of fabric over herself. I reached and repositioned my stiffening penis. My mind wandered back to my dream and visualized my cock sliding in and out Di's tight pussy. I unbuttoned my shorts, pulled my erect cock partially out my shorts and began to slowly stroke myself. My eyes drank in the beauty of Mom and Di who were oblivious to my presence behind the dark glass of the sliding doors, the sun in their eyes. Easing my shorts down, my balls rode freely up and down on my thighs as I jerked my cock. That pleasurable orgasmic ache rapidly built as I stroked my heavy shaft. The orgasm imminent, I let go of myself to avoid going over the edge. My cock thumped into the glass of the door. Both women simultaneously looked at the door as I quickly stepped back, quizzical expression appearing on their face. They both stared briefly at the spot my cock had struck the glass. Neither moved for a few seconds, then they turned and resumed their conversation. Di reached behind her back and pulled top of her suit over her head. She leaned back on the recliner, breasts bare to the sun and my eyes. I looked down at myself as I regrouped. My involuntarily twitching cock was dripping precum onto the floor. Looking up, I saw a wet smear wear the purple head of my cock had struck the door. I hope they hadn't seen me. Mom smiled as Di removed her top. I could hear the murmur of animated conversation that was going back and forth between them. A sheepish smile appeared on Mom's face as she sat up and removed her top as well. Her full breasts hung pendulously on her chest, much larger than in my dream. The whiteness of her breasts was accentuated by dark tan lines and even darker nipples. She picked up the tube of sunscreen from the adjacent table, squeezed the white lotion onto her hands and applied it thoroughly to both her breasts. Soon, her nipples stood erect above the large dark areola of each breast. Mom reached over and smoothed the excess lotion onto Di's exposed breasts. Di laughed as Mom rubbed the cream into her breasts which had no tan lines at all. I came. My cock jerked and contracted in my hand as I pumped rope after rope of thick white cum onto the glass of the door. I groaned with pleasure as I watched the huge load of creamy sperm run down the glass and drip onto the floor. Shakily, I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and zipped up. Thankfully, Mom and Di were still laughing and putting more lotion on each other's backs and shoulders. I grabbed some tissue and quickly cleaned the white mess off the glass and floor. I stepped away from the door just as Di briefly looked my way. Her left arm and hand dropped to cover her chest, but with the slightest of hesitation, she then resumed rubbing lotion on Mom's shoulders. Mom didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary. I returned to the kitchen trying to figure out what to do now. They weren't expecting me for at least two hours. I figured that was why they were having their little topless optional afternoon. Assuming they wouldn't want me to see them this way, oops too late, I went to the garage door, opened and slammed it. It is a solid, very heavy door that shakes the whole house when banged shut. The refrigerator was always well stocked with beer, so I grabbed one and popped it open. I heard the deck door slide open. Di walked in, with her top on, as I took my second pull of beer. "Jay, we thought we heard someone. What are you doing home so soon?" she asked slightly breathless. Mom walked in a few seconds later, her top back in place as well. "Hi Jay. Anything wrong? We didn't expect you for a couple of hours yet." "Nothing's wrong. Well, that's not exactly true. I was having an exceptionally bad day and bailed after nine holes. Other than that, everything is fine. Sorry if I startled you. I think I'll take a shower, get my suit on and join you outside." As they turned to go, I took another look at both their asses. Di's entire brown ass was visible, accented nicely by the downward plunge of her pink thong. I could just see the pink accented bulge of her pussy between her legs. Mom wasn't wearing a thong, but it was still pretty skimpy and her ass was just as toned and tanned as Di's. Umm, lovely. My cock twitched as my overactive mind went to work. Good thing I was going to take a shower. "Nice asses." I couldn't believe I just said that out loud. "Thanks." they said in unison and we all burst out laughing. The rest of the day and evening were uneventful. The burgers were juicy, the beers were ice cold, the women were hot, and the evening was fun and relaxing. However, I continued to have an uncomfortable boner most of the evening because both Mom and Di never put their coverups on and they both were extremely attentive to my needs. They kept my dish loaded and my glass filled with ice cold beer. If I didn't know better, they seemed to be competing for my attention. They both would lean and reach across me for items on the table, both pressing a breast into my upper arm or back. I loved it, my cock loved it, but I was getting seriously horny. We finally called it a night. I had taken a quick shower in the pool bathroom and was naked except for a towel rapped around my waist. Mom hugged me, and melded her body to mine, her breasts held tightly against my chest, her pelvis firmly pressed against my twitching cock. She kissed me on the lips and wished me goodnight. Di led the way, her ass rocking seductively as we ascended the stairs. When we reached my room, she hesitated, turned, and asked "Mind if ask you a few questions?" "No, of course not" I said as I walked into my room and stretched out on my bed. The towel allowed me to maintain a semblance of modesty. Di pulled and turned my desk chair toward my bed. She sat and propped both feet, crossed at the ankles, on my bed. "You've been acting kind of, uh, strange today. What's up?" she asked as she glanced at my towel wrapped pelvis. "Uh, nothing right now." I evaded somewhat truthfully as I was currently flaccid for nearly the first time that day after a nice hot shower. "Come on Jay. Ever since last night you have been just a bit off. Just a bit evasive. Not quite making eye contact. Acting kind of guilty. Does it have to do with last night?" "Well, uh, yeah." I stammered. "Had another wet dream?" "What makes..., who told..., how did you know." I asked surprised. "I've been washing your sheets too you know. I was curious about all those round yellow stains and asked Mom about them years ago. She told me they were due to nocturnal emissions, aka wet dreams, or due to you being a bit messy when you masturbated in bed." Di had such a sweet smile on her face that I didn't take offense, and actually smiled a bit as well. "Listen, don't feel too bad, girls have them too." "No way!" "Yes, definitely way. Only thing is, we girls just get a little wet down their, we don't pump out a gallon of yellow stains onto our sheets." "You mean you have sexual dreams, and have orgasms too?" "Yep. Major good dream, major good orgasm, just very little mess to clean up." "I was getting much more comfortable about our conversation now. In fact, my cock started to swell listening to my hot sister talk about orgasms sitting there almost naked." "Mom and I have joked about your yellow stains for years. They were fairly small and infrequent to begin with, then grew in size and frequency. We went from kidding about you to being somewhat in awe. We were, and are, so envious about how active your sex life both with the girls, and with your hand, seems to be." "Jeez, Di. I didn't know I had an audience keeping score." "Yep. We decided from the beginning not to tease you about it. We wanted you to be as free and comfortable with your sexuality as possible." "Well, why the change now?" I asked. "Because you seemed so different from your usual self today. I kind of worried it was because of our meeting in the hallway last night." "Well, yeah, my dream was a bit unusual even for a wet dream." "May I ask why Jay?" I squirmed uncomfortably on my bed. "Was someone I know in your dream?" "Yes, but, Jesus, it's weird." "Jay, they're just dreams. I have them too. We're not in control of them. They just happen." My wilted cock was suddenly coming back to life and pressing against my towel. "Really? I didn't know girls had wet dreams." I exclaimed in total surprise. "Yeah. Not as wet as a guy's wet dream, but I do get pretty wet." she replied with a sly smile. The first one I remember involved me masturbating while secretly watching you masturbate. The orgasm woke me up. The crotch of my panties was soaked. I was still so turned on when I woke up, I masturbated and came again." "Wow. I always wondered if you did." "Wonder no more. Don't you remember how I rubbed my crotch on the arms of chairs and couches all over the house when I was little? Well, now I use other methodologies; but masturbate I do." "You and Mom." I said. "Me and Mom what?" "You and Mom were both in my dream." "Oh. Ok. hmmm." "See. Weird huh?" "Well, I dreamed about you and you dreamed about me. We're even." "Uh, not quite. You just dreamed about me masturbating. My dream was a bit more involved than that." "Oh." Now Di squirmed as a dark red flush spread across her chest and up her neck. "I think I will be needing to masturbate tonight." Said Di as she reached between her legs and touched her crotch. "Fuck." I said as I adjusted my swollen cock under the towel. "You feeling somewhat tense too?" asked Di. "Oh my god yes." I replied. "Want to masturbate together?" "You serious?" Di stood and pealed of her suit. She sat, put both feet on the bed with her knees bent and separated exposing her pussy. She put her right hand between her legs and rubbed her entire pussy with the palm of her hand. "Well?" she asked expectantly. I pulled the towel loose and exposed my rigid cock, the head swollen and purple. I scrunched my pillows up and sat with my back against the headboard of my bed. I spread my legs so my balls hung loosely between my thighs. "Oh my." Di whispered with big round eyes. I slowly jacked my cock sliding the skin up and down over my shaft, my balls rising and falling with each stroke. "Oh my god. That is so fucking hot Jay. You have a beautiful cock." Di let her palm slide up over her pussy, her middle finger curled and disappeared between her labia. It then reappeared as she slowly pulled it out of her pussy glistening wet, then slowly circled the hood of her clit with the tip of her moistened finger. Drops of precum began to form at the tip of my cock and run thickly down my shaft onto the side of my finger. I raised my hand and tasted the viscous clear liquid with the tip of my tongue. "Does it taste good?" Di whispered. "Yes. Do you taste good?" I asked as I nodded toward her crotch and resumed stroking my dick. Di licked and sucked her middle finger. "Um, yes. Very tart today." Wet Dream: 01 "Today? You have different flavors?" "Um, yes. Tart, bitter, slightly salty, sometimes almost no taste at all." "Sounds wonderful. My precum usually tastes slightly salty." Di's breathing deepened, her hips ground more rapidly against her hand. Soft moans escaped her lips as she rubbed her clit more rapidly. "I'm going to cum. Oh god, I'm cumming. Cum with me." she groaned. Her moans put me over the edge. "Fuck. Ah, fuck, it feels so fucking good!" I exclaimed thrusting my hips and cock into my pumping hand as the orgasm exploded through my pelvis.. My cock contracted violently and shot stream after stream of white sperm onto my chest. I felt its warmth run down and pool on my stomach as I watched Di's pussy's muscles pulsate with the contractions of her orgasm. Her breasts, chest and neck flushed furiously as she came. "Oh my god Jay. I loved watching you masturbate. I loved seeing your cock, watching your cum squirt out of you is so exciting. God that was so intense!" "That was beyond intense. Jesus, I almost passed out. I was so turned on watching you masturbate, seeing you touch yourself. I love your body. You are so beautiful. When you orgasmed and moaned like that, god, that put me over the edge!" There was a light tap at the door. "Jay? Di? May I come in?" Wet Dream Dear Momma, Had a wet dream last night! Imagine me having a wet dream at nineteen years of age, but its all because of you. Ever since I had you (or rather, we had each other), I've stopped thinking of other girls -- and even jerking off, saving all for you. And then, I've not been able to come across you since the last several days. The pressure on my groin was getting too much, and this had to happen sooner than later. The best part of this, however was that I wetted myself dreaming of you. The thought of loving you anally was playing on my head ever since we chatted up last time. In my dream, I walked on to you to say goodnight, when you were in your room, readying to retire for the night. You were wearing a short black peignoir with matching black string-thong, kneeling on the bed, about to pull up the bed-spread, and the hem of your peignoir invitingly hitched above your thong-clad asscheeks. The tiny wisp of cloth was bunched along the crack of your ass, making it an exquisitely erotic sight. The pressure inside my shorts was building up by the seconds, and as our last conversation was playing back in my mind, my head became covered in an envelope of pure lust. I tiptoed up to the bed, quickly stripping off my tee en route, and following that with my shorts. You must have seen my shadow falling on the bed, because you turned to me at about that moment, with an inviting smile and open arms. I quickly held you, cupping your face and kissing you full on your lips, smothering them under my hungry mouth. You reached down, feeling my turgid swollen cock, smiled softly, and spoke in a whisper -- -- Planning to ravage Momma, you horny bastard? -- How can you even use such violent words, Momma? I replied between kisses -- do I appear like the ravaging sort? I came to bid you goodnight, and when I saw your thong-covered ass wiggling sexily, I felt like wanting to worship your ass.... -- You're crazy about ass... -- No -- I'm not crazy about ass -- I'm crazy about YOUR ass... -- Tell me what you want me to do...I always get turned on so much when your lips reach me under my thongs... -- Relax Momma -- and let my tongue and fingers do the talking... You climbed up the bed, turning back and casting a seductive glance on the glistening tip of my tool, wetted your lips with your tongue. I followed, making myself comfortably placed on your plush queen-sized bed, and called you over. -- Come -- straddle my face ... You climbed on top, your thong-clad buttocks flooding my vision. With knees on either side of my chest, you made yourself comfortable, kissing my belly, and nibbling your way downeards to my dripping stiff cockhead. I deftly untied the strings that held the thong from either side, and peeled it off your moistening pussy with my teeth. My tongue must have touched you there in the process, because you involuntarily shuddered and released a groan, and I could feel your loving fingers wrapping around my turgid cock. As a pair of hot thirsty lips closed over my organ, I inhaled your pussy-smell deeply. The freshly bathed pussy was already moist from our sex talk, and the tangy odour was a huge turn-on. Grabbing the asscheeks, I pulled you closer on to my mouth, probing the folds of your labia, flicking the pea-sized clit, nibbling on to it. Your ass started humping my mouth involuntarily, and I could soon feel my nosetip brushing across your pert butthole. I nuzzled softly, and then raising my head a little, took a real close look at your inviting butthole. It was pink, small and puckered -- crinkled on the surroundings, which we ass-worshippers lovingly call a 'starburst'. There were faint traces of pubic hairs around it, and they were rising on the edge, making me feel that while you were feasting on my candy, you were also taut with expectations of the unknown. I held your ass close, the hole not more than an inch from my face, and blew my breath over it, sending a gasp down your throat. My tongue reached out to touch, tease, taste and torment your asshole, circling around it again and again. Sometimes it went as far as your soppingly wet slit, lapped up your juice, wetted your asshole even further to make it slippery, and then tried to stretch your asshole a bit more. It seemed to have acquired a mind of its own, and it was trying to fuck your ass all by itself. I tried to restrain hungry tongue, because I knew you've never been stretched there, and I didn't want to hurt you. So I continued to nibble and eat at your asshole, and limit my tongue to 'rimming' -- the art of loving your asshole around your anal sphincter. I knew that ring of sphincter was the final frontier beyond which anal pain would become anal pleasure, but I wasn't so keen to stretch the boundary. I was here to worship my loving Momma's ass, and causing you pain was not on my agenda. I brushed my tongue on the underside of your pussy, and as you stretched your legs to accommodate an imaginary cock, I inserted two fingers inside your steaming pussy. My mouth momentarily moved from your ass, to kiss and nibble on your distended clitoris, and as my tongue joined my fingers, I could hear, for the first time since we had moved onto the bed, your jagged voice -- -- Fuck Momma's ass, baby....you've put it on fire -- quench it...NOW! -- Are you sure you want to take it, Momma? -- Yeah hun -- you've teased me so much down there that I can't bear not having your fat cock up my chute... -- Then turn around Momma, and take control -- I don't want to hurt you...place my cockhead over your anal ring, and lower yourself slowly and slowly -- till you feel that my knob is past your sphincter...once we're past that, its pleasure all the way... -- Ohhhh sonny boy -- thanks for being such a lovely guide to momma... Saying that, you got off me, turned around, and straddled me again -- this time facing me. I held your asscheeks, spreading them lightly to open up your butthole, and smeared some of your own pre-cum over your hole to make the passage smoother. I placed the knob of my cock on the gate of your asshole, rubbing it slowly to make you get used to the feel and girth of my manhood. With my other hand, I started to tweak your nipples and knead your titties, as I could feel your ass-globes slowly descending upon my engorged thing. You were slow, and taking time to get used to the invasion. I quickly stretched my hand, took a handful of K-Y jelly off the open jar on your nightstand, and applied fingerful of it on my shaft, and over your anus. It made your canal smoother, and all of a sudden, I could feel the obstacle was over -- my cock was past your anal sphincter! I held you by the shoulders, pulling you slowly towards me, and buried my face in the cleavage of your boobs. Playing with your titties, I asked you in a soft voice -- Hope its not hurting Momma? Do you want to stop? -- Ahhhh sonny boy -- it feels so different but wonderful -- no, I don't want this to stop ...keep holding me baby, and keep rocking slowly... I raised my hips from my waist to assist you in your downthrust, and this time the shaft went in more easily, about half of my eight-incher sinking inside your slick asshole. I threw a couple of pillows on my back, bringing my face to level with your heavy, hanging titties, and started to lick your armpits. You pushed down even further, and now my cock was completely buried inside, your starburst now growing into an all-devouring black hole, my pubic hairs brushing your asshole. You groaned a deep moan of satisfaction, and cupping your left boob, offered it to my face, I took the nipple in my lips, tweaking it and scraping my teeth lightly over the distended nipple, suckling on to it. You raised your ass slowly, and then downed again, moving tightly on my straining cock. Your ass-chute was so tight; I could feel the veins on my cock stretching the walls of your passage. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer -- so I started to fingerfuck your pussy. This pushed you from over the top. A deep moan escaped your throat, as your ass muscles flexed, stomach tightened and you made one final grinding movement down my cock, shivering uncontrollably. I knew instantly that this was it -- my cock was the end of its limit, and as your asscheeks spasmed around it, the lava which was building up ever since I set sight on your wiggling ass came erupting. The first gush of semen must have reached your bowels, because it seemed to throw you off-balance, and I had to hold on to you by your titties to keep you rooted to where you were. The spasms kept on cumming, and soon your asshole was flooded completely -- my cock was shaking violently, and with each spasm, a large glob of cum would come out and splash your inside. I pulled you towards me, smothering your titties in my tight embrace, and with one hand started to knead lovingly your ass, massaging my overflowing cum on your asscheeks. -- You're making a mess, sonny boy -- who do you think will clean this up? -- Who else, do you think momma? I'm doing this so that it gives me a good excuse to lick you clean...and besides, its good for your skin -- it makes your skin glowing -- I laughed out. At this point I woke up -- feeling that my starved cock had emptied its seeds on my belly. As I finish writing this, I again feel the urge to make love to you...let me know when the time will come. Love. Yours sonny boy Wet Dream John Albertson's body stiffened as he ejaculated into the sheets. He licked his lips and felt something wet against them. His eyes fluttered open and he started to lift his head, but the gentle touch of a woman's hands pulled his face back to the warmth and moistness under his lips. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing into his nostrils and down into his lungs the pungent sexuality that he knew to be a woman's pussy. This is a wonderful dream, he thought to himself as he let his tongue wander around the soft warmth of the soft yet firm thighs of his dream woman. Ummmmm, he murmured to himself, this is very nice. I hope I never wake up. He lifted his hands from his side and let them wander up the dream woman whose thighs held his head. So soft, so warm, so full of life, he thought, as his hands moved upward until they encountered the firm mounds of a woman's breasts. He fingered the nipples of his dream woman and felt them stiffen. As he caressed these firm breasts the dream woman took in a sharp breath and as she did, she lifted her hips and thrust her pussy against his mouth. The gentle hands on the back of his head pulled his face more deeply between her thighs and her dream voice told him. "Yes, baby, fill mommy's pussy with your stiff tongue. Lick my clit and make me cum." John's cock came back alive at the sound of this sweet voice urging him on. He opened his mouth and sucked at this dream pussy and his cock jerked against the sheet when he felt the warm, soft, moist lips of this dream pussy filing his mouth. He licked and sucked at these outer lips, savoring the soft, rubbery, sensuality of a woman's sex. Eagerly, he thrust his tongue forward past these guardian lips and into the hot inner world of this dream pussy. His cock jerked and dripped precum when he felt the walls of this tight pussy grab his tongue, grab it and pull it, and squeeze it. The hands on his head pulled more urgently against the back of his head, holding his mouth against this hot pussy even more tightly. "Yes, baby, fuck mommy's pussy with that hot, hard tongue of yours. Make mommy cum." John felt lightheaded as he thrust his tongue in and out of this hot, grasping, demanding dream pussy. He breathed with difficulty, his mouth jammed against these hot vaginal lips, his nose buried in the soft folds of the inner lips of this dream woman. He sighed as he felt the body of this dream move against his mouth, fucking his tongue, rubbing against his face, and then going rigid. "Yesssss, baby," he heard the voice hiss. "Hold your tongue inside me. I'm cumming now." John did hold his tongue inside this quaking pussy, letting its soft, moist, clinging walls pull and squeeze and suck his tongue until he felt as if his entire head would be drawn into this orgasming vagina. The dream body's thighs opened slightly and the hands now caressed his head. "That was great baby," he heard the voice mummer. "You are so good. The best." John pulled his tongue from this wonderful place, letting the hot juices of the dream woman's cum fill his mouth. He sucked I down and licked all around the fold of this pussy, savoring each drop as he drew it down his throat. Instinctively, he ran his tongue upward between the outer lips of this delightful dream pussy until he found the clit he knew would be there. The dream body jerked as he put his mouth around this most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy. The hands pulled his mouth once again against this soft, yet stiff piece of wonder. "Oh. Yes, baby, make me cum again as only you know how. Lick and suck my clit baby. I'm all yours." And John did until the dream body spasmed uncontrollably under his eager mouth. "That was so good, my love, soooo good." The voice above told him as he licked and sucked at her, once again lapping up and drinking down the copious flow from the dripping vagina. The hands pulled at his shoulders now, urging his body upward until his face was between those wonderful mounds tipped with stiff little strawberries. His mouth opened and he drew one and then the other soft, yet firm mound into his mouth, his tongue licking at the stiff nipple. Those soft, loving hands caressed his cheeks as he nursed at these breasts. And then the voice, more loudly this time, filtered through his dream. "I don't know what got into you, John, but that was wonderful." He opened his eyes for the first time and looked at his wife's smiling face. His tongue licked around the nipple under his mouth and he came fully awake. His wife's hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him passionately, her tongue probing his mouth, lips alive with sexual promise. Her hands roamed over his body until they found his manhood, hard, ready. She pulled her mouth from his. "Baby. You can wake me up that way any time you want to," she told him as she kissed his face over and over. John shook his head, his mind flitting back and forth from dream to reality. "I had a dream that I was having sex with this really wonderful girl and I guess I had a wet dream. I haven't had one for years. And then I found my face between your thighs and thought this was part of the dream." Sandra Albertson fingered his dripping cock. "Well, baby. I hope you saved a load for me because I need this tool of yours inside me. You have warmed me up and now it is time for the finale." She pulled the head of his cock to her still moist pussy and thrust upward with her hips, impaling herself on his tool. Soon they were in synch, fucking each other slowly, the way they liked it, making it last until they were both ready to explode. "Now, baby, fill mommy with your cream," Sandra told him as her hands on his ass pulled him deep inside her." His balls emptied his hot semen into her anxious pussy as she orgasmed. They held each other through the slowing vibrations of their mutual cum. John's cock began to shrivel as the last of his seed dribbled into her pussy. "No you don't," Sandra said, as she used her talented vaginal muscles to massage his cock until it was once again ready. John kissed her as she pulled her hips down, letting his hard meat pull out from her pussy until only the tip remained inside. She lifted her hips as he dropped his until he was once again buried inside her. He fell against her after they orgasmed, kissing her neck and ear, licking at them tentatively, lovingly, enjoying the moment they shared after sex. Sandra's fingers caressed his head and cheek as she accepted his love. Sandra, her voice dripping with the sexuality she felt, low, husky, full of sexual promice, whispered softly. "Ummmm, baby. You are so loving but if you keep that up I'm going to want your tongue somewhere else and once I get your head between my thighs I may keep it there for a long time. You know I love to cum and cum so don't tease me." John caressed her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and then ran a hand down her firm body until he found her matted pussy, full of his and her cum. He parted her lips with a finger and ran it up and down her wet slit. Sandra moaned softly as she raised her hips, pulling his finger inside her hot pussy. Her passion rising she pushed his head away from her neck and pulled his mouth to her breasts. "Suck me baby. Lick my tits, bite my nipples, make me cum again." She did cum, her juices running down his finger and between the crack of her ass. Her hands now pushed his head downward, downward until his mouth was once again pressed to her hot, eager, demanding outer lips. He looked up at her, past her flat tummy, her firm breasts tipped with those delectable nipples. He licked his lips as they looked into each other's eyes. A smile filled Sandra's face as she tightened the grip her thighs had on his cheeks. She licked her lips lasciviously as she held his eyes in her gaze. "Yes, baby, make mommy cum as only you can. Love my pussy baby, love it the way you like to love it. Make me cum and cum. I'm going to cover your face with my cum." And he did and she did until they were both exhausted. They showered and changed the sheets before they crawled back into bed. Sandra hugged John to her as she kissed his face and neck. "I love the ideas you have for making love, John. That dream idea was out of sight." John stroked her body with a free hand. He couldn't keep his hands off the body of his lovely young wife. There was no way he could get enough of her, touching her, kissing her, licking and sucking at her. He smiled at her as he kissed her cheeks and soft lips. "I really did have a wet dream and found myself between your thighs. I didn't know if I was awake or still dreaming but did not want to break the spell." Sandra stroked his face and chest, a sigh escaping her lips. "You are a sweet love, my dear one. You get me excited and keep me excited. I'm so in love with you, but you better stop playing with me or you are going to find yourself dreaming again." John grinned at her and stilled his hand. His brain wanted more of Sandra's sweet pussy but his body was not up to it. "All right, love. Another time." And they closed their eyes and went back to sleep, each with fantasies of sexual pleasure they knew they would fulfill on the morrow.