Sex Dreams where I fucked my own son.
Sex dreams are supposed to leave you feeling horny or, in some very lucky occasions, satisfied. However, I woke up from this last one feeling…guilty. It was a sex dream with my own son! How? Why did I even have it? Some people say that dreams, especially sex dreams, reveal something deeper about the dreamer. Other people say dreams mean nothing. As much as I’d like to just assume my brain was just throwing me something weird, I can’t. I liked it. I liked it so much. Worse still, I find myself looking at him differently as he walks around the house with little to nothing on. He’s a sports guy after all. So shooting free shots outback with no shirt on or walking out of the bathroom with just a town around his waist is going to turn my head now. What does that say about me?
It was such a dirty dream
Normally in a sex dream, you find yourself in the same room as the person you’re fucking and it just happens. In this dream, my son came into my room as I was masturbating. I have no idea why I was masturbating with the door wide open, but you tend to lose some sense when unconscious. Instead of retreating, he grinned at me and let his pants fall down. Is they did, his cock slowly revealed itself. It was huge! So much bigger than his father’s cock. I went from wet to sopping. This throbbing, veiny, thick piece of meat was mere inches from me daring me to go for it.
“Oohh mom,” he moaned as my mouth encircled it out of pure instinct.
I wasn’t even phased. It was like we’d been fucking for years or something. It felt right, even though I knew it wasn’t. There’s something so satisfying about sucking a cock that actually fills your mouth up properly. He was so big and thick, and his cock filled my throat as he pushed it deeper. I grabbed his waist, wanting more and more of it. By the time his cock popped out of my mouth, it was all shiny and lubed up.
I didn’t even have to say anything. I leaned back and spread my legs. Chris did the rest. He slammed it into me, and I felt the tip reach my gut. What an amazing dick! He knew what I wanted, and didn’t bother going slow. He pounded my pussy so fucking hard. For a brief moment, I considered my husband. Even if he didn’t walk in the room right this moment to see my legs wrapped around our boy, would he be able to tell I had been fucked later? There’s no way my son wasn’t carving out a new groove with his monster cock. Would my husband notice?
I kind of wanted him to.
I don’t know why, but I wanted my husband to notice. I wanted him to know that not only had a superior cock taken my pussy, but his jizz was still in me. At that point, I began to beg my son for his cum. I wanted him to shoot it all inside me. I wanted him to knock me up. This is what pushed me over the edge, and I came all over his cock while feeling jets of cum enter my pussy. It was so hot. Most sex dreams I’ve ever had only have my wake up wet. In this one, I actually came.
However, now I have this insatiable desire to make this a reality. If just the thought of fucking my own son could do this to my body, what about the real deal? But I’ve just thought of a cure. I just need to see his dick. The dream made it seem so huge and perfect, but it couldn’t possibly be, right? I mean, if I check and it’s small or even average, I should be able to fight off the desire completely.
But what if it isn’t small?
What if that pathetic small-dick gene skipped a generation and it turns out that my son really is hung like a horse? It’s a huge gamble that I’ve got to take. The next time I pass him in the hallway with just a towel on, I’ll get to see for myself.
I hope it’s huge…
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