Dream a Little Dream of Me

In my dreams, she was always there. A pale figure in the distance wearing nothing but the clothes she was born in. She came to me in waves, floating on top of me. She pinned me to the ground and got on top of me, riding me. I wanted to be inside of her, so she let me in. Her body moved on top of mine, rocking herself gently on my cock. I felt waves of pleasure and waves of joy push into her, filling her spectral insides with my passion. She wouldn’t stop or let me go, holding me there.

She kept me chained to the ground with her hips, which pushed me down every time I tried to get up. Soon, her belly expanded on top of me. It expanded. It expanded. It expanded until it overwhelmed my entire body. It felt like a flesh boulder on top of me, a massive sphere of flesh that crushed me until, like a balloon, it finally popped. The popping sound reverberated in my head and snapped me out of the dream world, pulling me into the waking one.

I opened my eyes to find myself in my room again, the morning sunlight peeking through my curtains. I tried getting up but couldn’t. My fatigued body was pinned down for some reason. There was a creaking sound that probably came from my bedsprings and the faint sounds of hoarsed breath that was not my own in the room. My crotch felt like it was dipped in a dank grip. I stare down to see the body of a naked woman on top of me. The woman with the fiery locks had honeydew-sized breasts and wide hips that were bouncing on top of my crotch. Her hair was tied up in a bun today, sweat covered her body. She was exhaling rapidly and had a concentrated look on her face.

“I’m sorry,” Mom panted. “Did I wake you, honey?”

“Mmm…” I groaned, still feeling groggy. “Not really.”

“I was just about to take a shower. I saw your… thing become hard so… I helped myself. I put it inside my vagina as you showed me yesterday. I hope you don’t mind, Cliff”

“N-no,” I murmured, my eyes still felt heavy. “Just a bit of a pleasant surprise.”

“Just lie back, honey, and Mom will make sure it gets better,” Mom said, biting her lips. She found renewed energy she held back as I was finally awake. Now not bothering to not disturb me, she moved her hips on top of me with ferocity.

I lay back and rested on my arm, enjoying the sight of her creamy tits flopping on top of me while she bounced. She had her hands on my thigh and leaned back. Mom closed her eyes and continued to pound her vagina on top of my dick, her mouth agape, her fingers digging into my flesh, her ass making loud smacking sounds on my loins.

As she bounced on my crotch, I was regaining more of my wakefulness. My hands slid up her thighs, caressing her soft skin. That sent sparks of electricity into her which made her shudder while straddling me. She reached down to interlock our fingers together into a weave, using them as reigns as she continued battering me back into the springs, the creaks of the bed whaling becoming more present. Sweat had formed on her body and droplets of it trickled down her landing on my thighs and belly.

When more of my sense came back to me, I realized my conversation with Dr. Page and Ms. Fleming yesterday. I couldn’t cum inside of Mom. I may have already done so once, but doing it multiple times can be a sure-fire way of kicking off the reproductive cycle inside Mom’s body. Right? What did they call on the artifact? Pregnancy? I had to cum outside of her.

“M-mom…” I groaned in a post wakeup state. “Can you put it in your mouth?”

“I…” Mom hesitated not wanting to get off her ride, “B-but, this feels so good, honey. Just a little bit more.”

“I’m going to cum soon and… Ms. Fleming said that… if I do inside your vagina too much, it will… not be good. Just take it in your mouth.”

I tried to explain it in my dazed state, half of me reprimanding myself for suggesting it and the other half trying to get the words out.

Mom pouted but did as asked. When she got off, she swallowed my cock like she was starving for it, her hands reached for her crotch and rubbed at it with intensity. Her Pleasure Settings and Sexual Repression settings were adjusted, so now she was hungry with the need to satisfy her crotch.

“That’s really good,” I moaned. This, however, wasn’t going to get me off. I needed more pressure. More control.

I was finally fully awake after my initial grogginess. I sat up on my bed with Mom’s face still between my legs. I had to use Mom’s face like a vagina in order to cum. So, I put my hands on her head and pushed her head deep into me. She rubbed more at herself, letting her hands free and allowing me to full control over her head. I wanted to use her head like my palms, stroking my cock with her mouth at my will. Mom arched her back as I keep pushing her head into my pelvis, her ass was sticking out, and her hands were still reaching for something between her legs.

I moved her head towards my body like a metronome, deep in and out to the tip. Her nose was striking my pubes as my balls slapped her chin. Her face was becoming a slobbering mess with spittle flying out the sides of the seal where her lips had formed on my cock. I let her come up for air, but after a few gasping breaths, Mom drew her face back in like a magnet snapping back into its rightful place. Somehow using her mouth like this was exhilarating. Dark thoughts entered my mind. Yes. This was my mom. Yes. I was going to use her mouth like my playtoy. She was all mine. I would rain down gallons of semen into her stomach until it overflowed, and she was flooded in it.

Still, other thoughts penetrated too. I wanted to lay Mom down and put my thing in her pussy. I desired to lay kisses her. Well… maybe not with her mouth covered in my dick grease right now. Her turquoise eyes opened wide and stared at me with purpose. Screaming, I’m your **** to do as you wish. Use my mouth as your urinal. Her tongue was flickering beneath my shaft and at my balls as I continuously pushed her face back into my hips. She kept her mouth wide open like a receptacle as I throbbed. My cum was spilling into her waiting mouth drop by drop until it formed a pool of pearly goop there. When the last drops fell into her mouth, she closed her mouth, licked her fingers, and it was the last I saw of the bodily deposit I gave her.

Mom tenderly licked my spent dick and then kissed the tip.

“Back to normal. I’m so glad. I’ll be in the shower, sweetie. Breakfast should be ready in an hour,” Mom smiled with satisfaction.

I lay back down, catching my breath.

When Mom went away, I rested there, smiling. Yes… Yesterday was a setback, but there was still so much fun I can have despite the limitations. Sex was an endless list of possibilities.