Quitting smoking may lead to something special.
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One of the side effects of taking Chantix was vivid dreams, and Faith knew all too well that it was true. She had woken many times to nightmares, screaming out through the house as she would come to consciousness. Her son Chris would come running into her bedroom to comfort her.
The dreams would be remembered each time, and though she didn’t want to, it was too overwhelming for her to not share some of them with her son.
Most of them were of her husband as he walked out the door to be with a younger woman instead of her — and some of them were very sexual. She kept those to herself, which was easy as she never woke screaming when they came up. However, she would always wake up to her son next to her. It was almost like a connection.
Each night after she woke him screaming, he would lay with her and they would fall asleep together. Then something strange would happen, she would wake up again with the dreams of a faceless man taking her. He would be pumping his fingers between her legs and man-handling her saggy tits. Sometimes she could feel him sucking on them. On one occasion, her dream lover even ate her pussy out. It was one of the best dreams and she tried with all her might not to wake from it.
These dreams were so vivid that she could feel the faceless man’s fingers still inside her as she woke. She could feel her nipples hard and sore from his ministrations on them, and her wet sopping pussy would be overdrawn with fluids.
Faith wondered so often if this ‘quitting smoking’ malarky was worth all of this, but she knew it was. Her son Chris had been on her for years to quit, and she had tried several times. This time however, she was determined to finally drop the dirty habit.
It had been three weeks smoke-free. Chris treated every week as a major milestone, making sure to congratulate her so she could feel the progress as it came. She was proud of herself, smiling with satisfaction — and Chris hugged her, letting her drift off to sleep on his chest. Faith knew that it was time for the erotic sex dreams to start. At this point, she started looking forward to them.
As her sleep consumed her, she began to feel the dream figure’s hands fondling her breasts. They softly cupped them and slowly caressed them. She moaned in her dream as she felt his lips take in one of her nipples, sucking hard and making the waves of pleasure travel to her pussy.
Faith felt the moisture build in her pussy and wondered if in this dream, she would for the first time be fucked by her mysterious faceless dream-lover.
She had woken from the dream a few times, cussing herself for it — rarely had the dream continued after it would stop with her awakening the second time.
Faith wasn’t sure why it didn’t bother her knowing that her son was in the bed with her either. She did know that she liked having a man in bed with her, even if it was her son. She liked the safety she felt being so close to her big strong 18-year-old. She was also curious as to why the nightmares changed to wet dreams after he joined her in the bed too.
Faith continued to sleep, feeling her breasts being fondled and groped again. Her cunt was dripping when she felt his hand make it way over her stomach and between her legs.
She used to try to keep her legs together and stop the intrusion but over the weeks, feeling apprehensive. But as the dream figure became more familiar, she quit trying to avoid the pleasure she knew her dream lover would bring her with his fingers. This time, she spread open her legs in her sleep and felt him rub his fingers about her pussy.
He caused her to moan as he gently rubbed her clit. Her pussy got wetter and began to throb in anticipation of being penetrated. Then she gasped as he put his finger inside her, bringing his thumb back to her clit.
She could feel this one building strong and steady as it filled her body — only this time, her dream-lover took his hand from her pussy and placed them around behind her knees.
She felt him adjusting her. This was totally new. He had never mounted her. He only had played with her titties and pussy with his hand.
There was no mistake that her dream-lover was going to fuck her for the first time. She continued to feel his body as he made his way to the scissor position. She felt her Dream-lover’s cock being pressed against her nether lips, rubbing around her wetness. Then it began to impale her. He fucked her hard, his cock stretching her tight cunt and his balls slapping against her pubic mound. As he continued steadily fucking her, his cock slowed down and started throbbing. He filled her. It had been two years since anyone had been inside her. A very long two years.
Her orgasm came in strong. Faith was afraid that it would awaken her and end the dream, she also worried she would scream out in pleasure and wake her son up. She did not want it to end. Yet she feared that it might. She had never felt a larger build up in her life.
She could hear her Dream-Lover moan deeply as her orgasm consumed her, sweeping pleasure throughout her body. She let out a loud, high-pitched satisfying moan.
Faith then laid in a sexual euphoria of satisfying lust as she let the intense orgasm fade away. She had come several times in the preceding weeks of the vivid dreams she had.
Faith had the peculiar realization that she was wide awake during some dreams. This didn’t frighten her, as she was still sleepy and confused. The orgasm was just too powerful to let her sleep through it. However, she kept her eyes closed not wanting to see that it was nothing but a Vivid Dream.
Then she felt his spent cock slip from her pussy, and a rush of liquid escaped her cunt, dribbling down into her crack. Next, she felt her lover’s legs begin to untangle from her.
Faith opened her eyes and quickly spun and turned to her son. “Chris? What the fuck?” She shouted loudly.
Chapter 02:
Confessions:
After an awkward morning, Faith found herself sitting at the kitchen table looking at her son, afraid to hear what she knew was the truth. She tried to keep her voice as calm and smooth as possible. “What do you have to say for yourself?” She asked.
“Mom… you started it?” He answered. He did not feel awkward or afraid, he even half-smiled while Faith interrogated him.
“I was asleep. How on earth can I start anything?” She asked confused.
“Well, Mom… you see.”
“Roy, we don’t have all day. I am not pissed. Just tell me what is going on. We have to get past this, and we need to talk it out so just get it over with already. It happened. We can’t change that. But we can change our future. So, tell me what is going on Chris.” Faith said firmly.
“Mom, you see. Almost every night you wake up screaming.”
“Yes, I know and I appreciate you calming me down and comforting me when it happens.”
“I know mom. But… after we get into your bed and I let you lay your head on my chest. you start.”
“I start what?” she asked.
“You start, mom, you see you start… uh, caressing me.” Chris looked down and his cheeks and ears turned red. “You start playing with my cock mom.”
Faith felt the blood leave her face with his answer.