The Dream

I tossed and turned in my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Jack and my job. Suddenly, I found myself in the middle of a dream.

I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. But instead of my own face, I saw my mother's. I was shocked, but there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I looked down at my body, and I saw that it had changed too. I was now wearing a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated my curves. I felt a surge of excitement and desire wash over me.

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw my father enter the room. He was wearing a suit, and he looked incredibly handsome.

"Wow, honey. You look amazing," he said, his eyes roaming over my body.

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. I looked down at my mother's body, and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Her breasts were full and firm, with nipples that were hard and sensitive. I could feel my own excitement building as I looked at them.

My stomach was flat and toned, with a small patch of hair above my pussy. I could feel my own arousal building as I looked at it.

I looked down at my legs, and I saw that they were long and slender. I could feel my own excitement building as I looked at them.

I turned back to my father, and I could see the desire in his eyes. He walked over to me, and I could feel his hands on my body.

"You look so beautiful, honey. I'm so proud of you," he said, his voice low and seductive.

I felt a surge of pleasure and excitement as I felt his hands on my body. I could feel my own arousal building as I looked at him.

Suddenly, I heard another noise behind me. I turned around and saw Jack enter the room. He was wearing a suit, and he looked incredibly handsome too.

I felt a surge of excitement and desire wash over me. I had never thought of my father in a sexual way before, but in this dream, anything was possible.

Jack walked over to me, and I could feel his hands on my body. He was gentle, but there was a sense of urgency there too.

I moaned with pleasure, feeling my body respond to his touch. I could feel his lips on mine, and I could feel his body pressed up against me.

I felt a sense of pleasure and excitement that I had never felt before. I was in the middle of a threesome, and I was loving every moment of it.

I felt a hand on my cock, and I realized that I was no longer dreaming. I opened my eyes, and I saw that I was fully awake.

I looked down, and I saw that I had a hard cock. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had just had a sex dream about my mother, Jack, and my father.

I felt a surge of guilt and shame wash over me. I couldn't believe that I had let myself get carried away like that.

But there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I felt a sense of excitement and pleasure, and I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed every moment of it.

I closed my eyes, and I let myself drift back to sleep, hoping that I would have more dreams like that one.