Yes, a dream lover, a product of her own imagination. Some wisp of creation that only she allows to enter her mind. A dream lover willing to play only...by her rules. Unknowingly however, she will also be playing by my rules. Let’s watch her physical confusion as her dreams and my reality intertwine. Let my tongue dance between her legs as I view her reaction. Dream my darling, dream. Go ahead, visit a small Parisian café, dine on a secluded Caribbean patio, whatever your choice, I’ll go with. He swallowed and swallowed and he felt the indicative twitch and he knew he would cum. ******************************************************************Mother burst into the door. She stood stark still watching her son sucking cock for her. She held a printed copy of the letter. ************************************************************Mistress was standing in the middle of her home office. The man had left. Sissy was dressed as he was before, only now he wore. Every so often, either Allison or Maggie would hand them cold cans of soda, and one time Maggie stuffed a hot dog in a bun into Theo's mouth as he was flipping burgers with one hand, and turning brats with the other. He hardly missed a beat, chewing and flipping hamburgers at the same time.Just as we were leaning back in satisfaction, having downed an impressive amount of food, the girls came out with a huge pan of homemade brownies and a five-gallon tub of ice cream.It was an effort, but we. Everyone had to get cleaned up in the hotel room. My sister was away at Art Camp that summer. I took my shower. Dad followed and I saw that I was built similar to dad. Then mother came in to the bathroom, stripped and climbed into the shower. I caught the familiar glimpse of her bush. By now, the hot water was running low. This was the first time I got to see my mother naked without any panties on. She indicated that the water was cold. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw her heavy red.