No one suspected anything. That night, I had another bad dream. Actually, it wasn't so much bad as just strange. I was in a beautiful mirrored ballro...m. There was the punk again, sitting on a fancy upholstered chair with the camera on his lap. He had that same stupid smirk on his face. I looked down, and I was wearing a beautiful dress, again, but this time it was one of my mother's. I can't fit into my mother's dresses. It was my favorite, a white beaded chiffon ballroom gown with long. Her tongue was playing with my dickhead and I was in so much pleasure. I loved her blowjobs. She took my entire length in and was blowing me fast. After about 5 minutes, I held her hair and started mouth fucking her.She was moaning like hell and the sound of my dick gagging her mouth was very arousing. I was about to cum and I said so. She held my dick and started blowing it with full force. I couldn’t control much longer and come in her mouth. She drank it all.As I was drunk, I soon got hard. “You’re pretty. You’re better than pretty. You’re gorgeous.”“Really?”“Last week didn’t convince you?” I asked. “Remember how I perved out?”“Are you perving out now?” she asked.This was weird. It wasn’t just that she’d gotten naked in front of me. I mean that was weird, yes, but all this “Am I pretty?” stuff was even weirder. I mean what girl cares what her brother thinks about her? And the way she asked if I was perving out about her now sounded odd ... almost like she hoped I was.“Bobby?”I. Me: ok momThen mom sat on my bike and I try to drive fast lekin barish jor say ho raha tha or samne kuch thik say dikhai bhi nehi day raha tha suddenly maine samne ek cycle wala ko dekha jo ki mere bahot samne a chuka tha mai control nehi kar paya or usko bachane ki chakkar may maine ek ped pay jake thok dia kismat acchi thi ki jada chot nehi aaye.lekin mere left lang may thara chot lag gaya.Ghar pucha to dekha ki us jagah se thori khun bhi bah raha tha mom ne ate hi fresh hone chale gayi or.