A rude awakening.

You are dreaming again, and this time you think you are actually asleep for it. You are surrounded by thick, throbbing cocks, and you can't see and don't care who or what they're connected to. All that matters is fucking your throat with the hard shafts and getting your creamy, dreamy reward. There is no judgement here, no shame. Just an endless circle of delicious dicks, and all the time in the world to enjoy them.

SMACK

That is, until they start slapping you aside the face with the hung hoses.

THWACK SLAP CRACK

You try to lunge for them to get them in your greedy gullet instead of across your blushing cheeks, but they are too fast. You hear a distant voice calling you. "Miiiiiilfieeeeee...." you try to ignore it, but the cocks slap you harder and harder and the voice gets closer and clearer....

....

"Wake up, cummie mummie!" SMACK

Samantha's thick clit slaps you across the face as you come to. She is kneeling on your chest and wearing what might generously be described as 'streetwear' and more accurately described as 'hooker clothes'. A tube top that shows off cleavage and underboob, a skintight leopard skin skirt that barely covers her ass and zips up the side, and pleather thigh high pumps. She looks like a virgin's idea of sex personified. You realize with regret how woefully naive and innocent your sissy daughter really is. Your shy son never got to experience sex, dating, relationships or anything real life had to offer before being transformed into his own forbidden fantasy. The worst part is, that doesn't stop you from wanting to fuck her.

Reality starts closing in on you as you remember all the horrible things your 'reflection' did last night in your warped waking dream. In the cold light of day, all your illusions burn away. Despite the oppressive sense of shame crushing you, you can't help but lunge for her sissy shaft before she SLAPs you away with it again.

"Enough of that, slut! It's Monday, and last I checked you were still the breadwinner. So either we start making money the 'old fashioned way', or you bite the bullet and go back to work at the construction site. I honestly prefer option 'A', but I'll let you pick...since you're in charge." Samantha practically spits out the last words, leaving little doubt that while the house may be in your name, she thinks she owns your ass. Unfortunately, she's probably right. Either way, she's letting you decide the family's fortunes, so you have to decide which of the impossibly intolerable paths to take.

Sex for cash has a seductively simplistic appeal, especially compared to facing your blue collar brute employees as a stacked sissy. Both offer nothing but degradation and decadence, but with all your savings tied up in your latest construction project, and your house mortgaged from basement to attic, you will be penniless and homeless one way or another if you don't start making serious money, and fast. The only question is whether it will be the old fashioned way, or the hard way?