First door on the right.

Last night, you went to the door on the left. So tonight you decide to do the opposite and choose the first door on the right, turning the handle and pushing it open with the barest of touches. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself in your parent's empty bedroom.

It looks much the same as it usually does, with the king-sized bed standing against the far wall and matching dressers on separate walls--your mother's replete with make-up and perfume bottles settled on top while your father's is more austere. Floral paintings hang on the wall and family photos sit on nearby nightstands. Even the carpet feels lush and soft underneath your feet, exactly like it does when you're awake and you wriggle your toes in amazement at the quality of the dream.

Since no one's here, you decide to explore a bit more. The family photos are of the vacation you took last summer, just after your sister's 18th birthday, with the four of you standing together with slightly fake grins. There is one difference from the original that you remember though--the clothes you're all wearing. The photo you remember was taken with regular clothes, while this dream version has all of you in your swimwear. Shelly is wearing a ridiculously skimpy bikini that shows off her large tits to perfection and has a bottom that indicates that she either maintains a very small bush above her pussy or she's entirely clean-shaven. You mother has on a modest one-piece, but it's still readily apparent who the genetic source of your sister's prodigious rack really is. Oddly, your mother looks almost ten to fifteen years younger here, with fewer wrinkles and less sagging than she currently has.

Moving along, you peruse the drawers of your parent's nightstands. Your mom's only contains a single item, a long, purple dildo that rattles back and forth as you open the drawer. The same is true for your father's nightstand, except that his item is a book, titled 'Electra.' You don't know why your father would have a book about a super heroine, he doesn't even like those kinds of movies....

Your mother's dresser is where you hit the jackpot, finding her collection of bras and panties on the first try. The cups on her bras are enormous, almost big enough to place your entire head in and you turn them around to admire the lacy, transparent pattern that normally surrounds your mother's breasts. The underwire must be industrial strength to bear the weight of all her titflesh and your dick hardens as you imagine your mother wearing these sexy bras.

Suddenly, a door--the one that leads to the master bathroom--opens and your mom steps into her bedroom. Her hair is wet and she's wearing a silk robe, lightly tied by thin ribbons, as if she'd just gotten done with a bath or shower. This dream version of your mom matches what you've already seen in the photo, younger and more vibrant than you remember. Her blond hair falls down to her shoulders, framing a face that probably had broken more than a few hearts, with full lips, a pert nose and wide-set blue eyes that sparkle with hidden delights. The robe is more negligee than proper bathrobe, with the top portion supremely unqualified to hold in her giant mounds. Miles of cleavage are on display and, without the support of one of her bras, her titties swing freely underneath the thin fabric. The hem lays high on her legs, showcasing thighs and calves that are missing quite a few pounds that she normally carries. Honestly, you've never considered it before, but your mother kind of epitomizes the term MILF--especially this version of her--and your dick grows even harder.

She gives a small start when she notices your presence. A bemused expression crosses her face when she sees the bra you're holding and she smiles sweetly. "Honey, you don't need to go snooping through my things. If you wanted to know how big my tits are, you only needed to ask. They're F-cups," she says proudly, and then thrusts them out at you proudly, her bathrobe slipping further open as she does, exposing both of her rosy, hard nipples. "See?"

You nod your head dumbly. Just like your dream with your sister yesterday, your mother seems to hold few reservations about interacting with you sexually. "They're magnificent," you say and drop her bra. You reach out and give them a squeeze, which your mother accepts with a pleased moan. You toy with her nipples, flicking them lightly with your fingertips and tugging them gently. They feel amazing, soft and warm.

"Let's get a little more comfortable, shall we?" Your mother leads you to her bed and she sits at the edge, her breasts hanging lewdly out of her robe and the skirt riding up so high the only thing hiding her pussy from your sight is her tightly closed thighs. "This certainly doesn't look comfortable," she says, placing her hand directly against your crotch. She gives you a couple of quick strokes, gliding along the length of your shaft through your shorts, before sliding them down your legs. Your dick pops free with and enthusiastic bounce and your mother coos lightly in appreciation of its size.

"Oooooh, what a beautiful piece of meat you have! So big and thick! Tell me, why haven't you shown it to me before? We could have had so much fun together."

She grabs your ass and pulls you forward, forcing your aching pole between her sweet juggs. You almost cum right then, with your dick smother in their warmth and your mother looking at you with a sultry, ravenous look. Bet by gritting your teeth, you're able to hold back.

Your mother giggles. "Go on, don't be afraid. Fuck my titties as hard as you want. I'm a dirty fucking slut who loves her tits to have a hard cock between them, loves having them drenched in cum. Give me all you've got!"

You pound away at your mother's melons, slipping and sliding against her smooth skin as if it was covered in oil. She pushes her mountains together, making the soft flesh squish between her fingers and forcing the tunnel your cock is travelling down even sweeter. Each thrust sends a ripple across her breasts, a little jiggle that just adds to your arousal. And all the while, your mother has maintained eye contact with her baby blues, silently encouraging you to fuck her tits even harder. With all those sensations combined, nobody could fault you for lasting as shortly as you do.

With a grunt, you let your first shot fly. It bursts free of her cleavage and smacks her in the chin like a miniature firework. She releases you from her chest and grabs your spurting cock with one hand directing to her bountiful curves, propping her boobs up with her other arm so that your spray can evenly coat both of them. Her urgent tugging even coaxes a final few gobs of semen from your balls and she lightly licks them up with the tip of her tongue, making your entire body shudder with the contact.

She looks up at you with a Cheshire smile and a satisfied demeanor. "Mmm...delicious! You can feed me your cum anytime, sweetheart." She glances down at the sticky layer you'd deposited skin and sighs theatrically. "And after I'd just gotten clean too. Now I'm going to need another shower."

Your mother pulls your shorts back up, giving your dick on last pat and then stands up, refusing to pull her robe closed. She pauses at the door and looks over her shoulder, giving you one last lusty look. "Maybe next time you could join me in here," she says with a saucy wink.

And then she walks through, shuts the door...and you wake up.

You shake the cobwebs from you head and find another puddle of cum staining your sheets. What the fuck just happened?