Cold air washed over the sweat coating him as the waterbed rocked his body back and forth, sloshing him around, silently resonating the last few moments of his brutal wet dream out into the real world.
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He made his way to the utility sink behind the washer and dryer and splashed water on himself to clean away the evidence of his nocturnal emission.
He’d never dreamed of either of his sisters before … he’d cum a few times dreaming of his mother but the dreams were never violent.
He smiled to himself and tried to recall the best parts of the quickly fading memory of the dream – he realized that he’d actually really enjoyed it.
He vaguely hoped he’d have another one like it some day.
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“We have a modern bathroom, y’know?” his mother said to him from the landing of the stairs.
He spun and stuffed his cock back into his boxers.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, “you scared me!”
She wore a tight midriff baring t-shirt and a pair of extremely low-cut pink cotton short shorts with a tie string on the front. He let his eyes wander over her sexy legs and smiled in admiration.
“Sorry,” she said, “I can go if you want me to … if you’ve got better things to do.”
“Nothing better comes to mind,” he said.
“Well, then,” she said, “What are you waiting for?”
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He kissed her brow and eyes, she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned softly into his ear as he gripped the wooden sides of the waterbed and pumped his hips, the rhythm of his movements lifted and rolled her body beneath him as he slid in and out of her hot hairy pussy.
She wrapped her legs around him and he lifted her up, crawled up to his knees on the mattress, and pressed her against the cinder-block wall with his body. She clung to his shoulders, crying out with each thrust as he slammed into her soft body as forcefully as he could.
“Fuck me!” she moaned.
The vibration of her voice against his throat triggered a shock in his nervous system that vibrated throughout his body until it gathered in his testicles and the need to ejaculate overcame his desire to hold out as long as he could.
He pulled out of her and stood on the waterbed, stumbling for a moment with it’s instability, but finally managed to shove his cock in her mouth before he came.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it, keeping the tip between her lips as he ejaculated. She looked up at him and opened her mouth so he could see the arcs of his sperm splash and pool on her tongue as he grunted and spasmed.
“Oh … yeah!” he muttered, “so fucking good!”
The orgasm wound down and he fell forward into the wall, unable to hold himself steady any longer. His mother slid from beneath him and crawled off of the bed.
She looked around the room, cupping her hand under her chin to catch any semen that might spill out of her mouth, before finally turning to him and shooting him a distressed look.
“The trashcan’s next to the dresser,” he laughed.
She rushed across the room and spat the glob of cum into it.