I dreamt she was a stripper.

"it's so funny that your hair is just like it was in my dream!" I told her. "Of course, in my dream you looked really different. Like a lot younger."

"I'm not that old," she said as suddenly she was in her late 20s.

"Yeah, but in my dream it was a lot more obvious how young and hot you are," I said. "Because it turned out you were a stripper and I came home to find you in one of your work outfits."

"Well, I guess you caught me!" She exclaimed. "I guess you were bound to fInd out eventually! You don't mind that your step-mom pole dances for a living, do you? It does help pay your tuition, you know!"

I gawked, dumbfounded. My 28-year-old pink-haired mom was standing there in the living room in a pink bikini, high heels and fishnets, holding a pink feather boa.

Step mom. Apparently whatever weird magic had made my mother just 8 years older than me had compensated by making her my step mom. I realized that I still had no idea how this worked or what the rules were. But I kept going anyway. Can you blame me?

"Oh, I don't mind, Mom," I told her. "In fact, I'm really impressed! As a matter of fact, in my dream, you decided it was about time I knew how hard you work to support the family and so you showed me your whole act."

"That's a really good idea!" She said. "I will show you!"

And she strode over to the stereo and keyed up a play list while I admired what the dream magic had done to her ass.

Of course, I didn't need to rely on discreet peeks. Once the music started, she started dancing. And her routine did just allow me to ogle her ass. It demanded that I do so!

She grinned back at me, waggling her tush in my face as I stared slack-jawed and horny. This was my mom! I really shouldn't be thinking what I was thinking...

But she wasn't my mom. She was my step-mom. She said so herself. My real mom wasn't the sort to dance around like a slut, teasing my cock with every step and wiggle.

But my dream mom. My dream STEP-mom. She wasn't ashamed at all about what she was doing to me. She clearly loved it.

And couldn't I just tell her I had dreamed this was all a dream afterwards and make things back to normal? I was pretty sure it would worked that way. If it didn't, what was dad going to think when he came home?

I had just about to make sure I could undo what I'd done when the twins popped out to say "Hi!".

In the face of my STEP mom's titanic rack, could I really be expected to take the prudent course of action? I was going to take things further. The only question was,