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Chapter 13 by otx otx

What's next?

Dreams and reality

You snap awake about midnight from an intense dream. Your grandmother was lying on top of you and you were alternating between sucking both of her tits while she pumped you with a very manly cock; you were already slick inside and out with her cum and yours but she seemed to be totally insatiable and she'd just fucked you to orgasm number oh god I've lost count...

The ceiling is flesh tone; no it's not, it's flesh, and it's about an inch away. There's something in your mouth and you continue the sucking motion from your dream. The weight is grinding against your tummy and your whole tingling pubic area is soaked and sticky. Your legs are twined with someone and your fingers are clawing a smooth back. What the fuck? Grandma?

The tit pops out of your mouth as your molester slides down and sprays cum onto your tingling clit. You finally get a look at her face...

"Mom!?!"

She mumbles something like "Oh yeah baby ride me like a stallion." She's trying to push herself onto your nonexistent cock.

You grab her upper arms and shake. She grinds harder. You continue to shake and her eyes open a bit, then snap wide.

"Maya!? What are you doing in my bed?"

"Mom, this is MY bed! What are YOU doing here?"

"Huh? No. The last thing I remember I was lying in bed after watching your escape video. I fell asleep and was dreaming about Carlos and the incredible time we had like I was right there–"

"Who's Carlos?"

"Well I wasn't going to call your father Carlotta."

"Grandma? And we were sleep-screwing? That is so... so... impossible!"

Your brainwave patterns were indicative of both REM sleep and sexual activity. Sleepwalking is relatively common in your family.

"Mom, could you... unh... get off me please? CUNT-Ball says we were sleep-screwing. This whole thing is uncomfortable on so many levels." Partly because you were enjoying it a hell of a lot more than you should have.

"God yeah." She levers herself up. "I'm soaked from the waist to the knees and my boobs haven't felt this thoroughly used since you were breast-feeding. You are one hell of a fuck, little girl o' mine; if you had a dick I'd be on you day and night."

"Mom!"

"I call 'em as I see 'em. Or in this case as I feel 'em. Come on, let's go shower."

"Together?"

"Considering what we've just been doing, I'd say our bodies don't have a lot of surprises for each other any more. And it saves water." She climbs out of bed and tugs your hand. "Come on, slugabed, time to hit the showers. Or would you rather I put you in the tub and bathe you, like I did when you were little?"

"Ugh; no thanks, I'm coming."

CUNT-Ball is purring quietly to itself as the two of you pad to the bathroom. One thing you can say about this superhero gig: with the number of showers you have to take, it sure is hygienic.

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