I dreamt she was my drunk neighbor

I woke up early the next morning, but that was a mistake. It was hell waiting for my dad to leave for work. But he did eventually.

Once he finally left, though, I told Mom what I'd been thinking of telling her all morning.

"I had the strangest dream last night, Mom," I told her.

"What was that, sweetheart?" She asked.

"I dreamed you were actually Mrs. Ryder from across the street," I said. "And you had come over to ask to borrow a bottle of sherry for a recipe you were making. But you were, like, half dressed and when I went to get the sherry we had like six different kinds, so you asked if you could try all of them to see which one would work best. So I poured you a bunch of glasses, even though it was pretty obvious you were already drunk when you got here."

As I spoke, mom became my hot neighbor and then she was standing next to an array of glasses.

"I really do appreeshee... Apreesheet... Thanks!" She said, then downed a glass. "Oh! I like that one!"

"That's great, Mrs. Ryder!" I said. "But you can try them all!"

She giggled.

"Yer sweet!" She said. "You should call me Dylan! We're neighbors!"

"Of course, Dylan!" I said.

She giggled and drank the second glass.

"That one's yummy too!" She exclaimed.

"However will you choose?" I wondered. "Oh! Try that one next!"

"This one?" She asked. "Is it yummy?"

"You tell me, Dylan!" I invited.

She drank it and confirmed that it was, indeed, yummy. But so was the fourth. And the fifth. And the sixth.

"Theys all sufer yummzy!" She complained, wobbling about, tits jiggling. "Howmzy gunna choose?"

"Maybe you shouldn't choose sherry at all!" I suggested. "After all, I dreamed we had a couple bottles of fancy tequila that you would really like too!"

"I really like fancy tequila!" She conceded.

I explained she had dirtied all the glasses with Sherry, so she'd have to drink the tequila straight from the bottle. But she had a really hard time deciding between the two so I encouraged her to keep comparing.

"You know," I said after a few tries. "I drempt you couldn't decide which one you liked best so I had to pull your tits out so it was easier to decide."

She stared at me with bleary eyes and then said:" Tha makes to'al sense!'

So then I popped her big round titties out of her bra and encouraged her to try comparing them again.

"I thinks I know wuz I want!" She announced once she had taken a slug from each.