Some dreams, she was running towards something, towards someone. She was being called but could never find by who. Always the woods, the forests hid t...e person she was seeking from her view. The voice was so insistent, so foreign and yet she was used to it. How many times had she had this dream? Was that why the voice felt so familiar? Her brow furrowed, she turned her head, snarling. ‘What is it? Why are you calling me?’ ‘Because it’s time to wake up, sweet heart.’ Carefully, she opened her. Reshma came to me hugged me and started to cry. She held me and cried, “Save me, mom”. She also whispered in my ear ever so lightly, “Plan is working. Now punish his dick before giving him the final blow mom.” I patted on her back and said, “You go inside Reshma. I will take care of this piece of shit”. We shared a quick secret smile before Reshma hurried to her father. “Let me explain the situation, ma’am. Your daughter …”, he was about to explain something when I stopped him right there and. I realized as I lay there with my dick straight up that I was still completely naked. It didn’t matter; I didn’t plan to get up any time soon.As I lay there, I thought of all that had gone on this trip, first the rain and sleeping with my naked mother in a tight sleeping bag. Then her actually asking me to cum inside her. I went back over the long walk to this little secluded area, and wondering if she had winked at me or not. I thought about the kissing in the pond, and waking up to an. Looking up with expectation ofrelease, Joe was confused to see his Aunt just swapping out the finishedtape for another that turned out to be The Little Mermaid. She thenwalked over to pour a cup of Cheerios and another of Goldfish Crackersinto two of the cup holder grooves in the plastic counter in front of himthat were clearly intended for that purpose, before patting him on thehead and leaving the room again. Looking after her, then down at thefood, and finally back up at the TV, Joe sucked.