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Confessions of a Nymphomaniac step-mom — part 11

I am having a dream that feels way too real.

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As we got home, we noticed my husband’s car pulled up into the driveway.

When I entered, we were greeted by Jason’s dad.

“Hey guys, where were you?”

“Since we both were at home, we thought it would be nice to treat ourselves to a day at the spa,” I told him.

“That sounds lovely,” he smiled. “So what’s for dinner?”

“I think we should order, I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” I replied.

“Okay, let me call ahead and place an order,” he suggested.

While we waited for the food to arrive, we talked about work and life in general. Afterward, we dug into the delicious pizza that arrived. The meal made us sleepy so we retired early.

Once we were both asleep, I had a vivid dream about Jason fucking me vigorously while his dad was sleeping beside us.

Jason sneaked into our room and started massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. Then, he spread my thighs apart and inserted a finger into my pussy. While fingering me, he leaned forward and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kisses passionately.

Jason then approached me with his cock.

“Suck my cock!” He ordered me.

I complied willingly and took him into my mouth eagerly. I slurped and swallowed his meaty pole while sucking on it. I wanted nothing more than to please him and make sure he was satisfied.

“Oh yeah, ‘Mommy,’ just keep going,” Jason encouraged me.

I looked up at him and saw that he was staring intently at his father who slept peacefully next to us.

“Look how peaceful your dad is,” I said to him.

“Doesn’t matter, he’ll never know,” Jason assured me. “Just do whatever you need to satisfy me.”

I took his cock deeper into my throat and sucked him as hard as possible. In response, Jason fucked my face roughly. His hips slapped against my nose and cheeks with increasing force. Eventually, he withdrew from my mouth.

“Can’t take it anymore, I need to be inside your pussy,” he announced.

Without further ado, he mounted me and drove himself inside me. I cried out loudly as he buried his cock in my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, grinding my pussy against his pelvis. He gripped my ass firmly and slammed into me repeatedly.

Then, he picked up speed.

“Faster, fuck me harder, your dad will never wake up!” I pleaded.

Jason obliged and pounded into me relentlessly. Each thrust caused my insides to ripple violently.

“Step-mom loves having my cock in her pussy, doesn’t she?” I heard Jason say in my dream.

I nodded emphatically and squeezed him tighter.

“Tell me, tell me she wants more of this huge cock!”

I whimpered in response and mumbled something unintelligible.

“Say it louder, I want everyone in the house to hear!” Jason demanded.

“I…want….your cock…” I stammered.

“Good girl!” Jason cheered. “Now, scream for me.”

I did exactly that: loud and long.

Jason kept me pinned under his body. His kisses followed the curve of my neck to my collarbone before nipping and laving their way down my sternum. I moaned and arched into him, but it was his turn to tease. He rolled onto his back and settled me on top of him to straddle his abdomen. Then, he grabbed my waist and lifted my torso upwards slightly. As he held me suspended above him, he slipped two fingers into my pussy. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb simultaneously, making me squirm in pleasure.

The friction of his fingertips coupled with the movement of his cock inside me sent me spiraling towards climax.

“Ohhh Goddd,” I moaned.

Jason knew how much I loved hearing myself get vocal during sex so he kept doing it. Every time I uttered a sound, he sped up his thrusts. He also pinched my nipple which only served to increase my arousal even more.

Finally, I couldn’t hold off any longer and exploded in another intense orgasm. My body tensed up as I shuddered uncontrollably beneath Jason.

I could tell he wasn’t far either as he continued to thrust his hips rapidly. He suddenly tightened his grip on me and jerked wildly through a series of powerful orgasms.

I collapsed atop him after he finished cumming. We lay there panting and catching our breath, his cock still buried inside my pussy. He held me close to him as if I might slip away at any moment. He never wanted to let me go, even though we both knew it had to be this way.

I woke to a sudden, intense feeling. I immediately remembered that this was just a dream — why am I doing this? — and sighed in relief. Yet the pleasure still lingered, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Even though I knew that this was a dream, like all dreams it seemed so real. Part of me felt arousal, for I was dreaming about things that should be private thoughts.

What if Jason’s dad woke up? What if he finds out that we have been fooling around behind his back for a few months now? How would he react to such news? Would he divorce me?

Before long I stopped worrying about feeling guilty. Being with him and acting out our fantasies was more important to me than feeling guilty for sneaking behind my husband’s back. We were having fun together, and nothing could change that. After a while, I didn’t care if he knew who I really was; I just wanted to keep sneaking around with my stepson.

And with that in mind, I went back to sleep.