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Dreaming

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Rose sighed, stepping into the bathroom and immediately pulling down her black shorts to her thighs while leaving her white crop top in place, not that she was exactly all that covered up. She wouldn't have been that forward, of course, under normal circumstances, although there was not all that much she felt she could do at times like those.

Her need was simply that great.

She held before her a fresh, warm condom she'd stolen from her mother's room. Rose knew she shouldn't have done it, that she was going too far in her infatuation with her mother, but it felt like the only thing she could do, her own lust simply getting the better of her.

She was a catch, truly, with wavy silver hair and eye-catching blue eyes that had held many a man's interest, although Rose just wasn't interested in them. It wasn't obvious that she wasn't a woman but someone else entirely: just how she was. Like her mother, she had been born a futa and that was the simple fact of it.

Yet her interests lay in her mother and her mother's sleek, powerful body. Her mother had slightly more curves than her, though they both had quite athletic body types at a glance. That wasn't a bad thing, though Rose was conscious she was still inexperienced sexually and not quite aware of how things were in the world of sex and lust.

Love too, perhaps… But Rose didn't need to dive headfirst into anything like that.

“Am I…really going to do this?"

She checked the door, running her hand over the handle and the lock. Her heart hammered. The fresh condom was still there, tempting her, and her shaft throbbed lightly, small enough to easily fit inside. At that time, it was still flaccid.

Rose wasn't going to hold herself back from something like that, however, feeding her passion and her sense of need, bit by bit and day by day. She tipped forward slightly, glancing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, all the flushed heat in her cheeks, and slipped her shaft into the still-warm condom, letting it wrap around her cock.

“Agh…" She moaned, trying to keep her voice low, though need ached deeply through her. “Ohhhh… Mom…"

She saw her mother in her mind's eye and leaned back against the door, sliding down it a little as she focused on easing the condom up all the way. Warm semen closed around the tip of her penis and she grunted in the back of her throat, need curling through her.

It wasn't enough. Not as she left the condom in place and stripped down, dragging off her black shorts, which were small enough to show off the bottom curve of her ass when they were actually on her properly, and the crop top. A bra quickly fell aside too, revealing her sharply rising and falling breasts, how she lightly gasped for air.

“Oh…"

It was the only cry she could make, throat tight with emotion Rose could not explain. It was definitely worth trying, even if only the once, looking herself up and down in the mirror as heat prickled tenderly across her body. Her abs were lightly visible with more defined obliques, while her arms and legs had a nice shape to them and very little spare fat on her body. She'd always been on the leaner side there.

I can't leave it at this.

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Although her shaft was still soft, she didn't mind that. It was often a natural state with her and the hardness of her penis had never changed anything about her arousal and what turned her on or not. Every fibre of her being ached deeply to do more, to satisfy herself, and Rose knew she couldn't hold back for a moment more.

It was time.

She poked her head out of the bathroom door and headed quickly down the upstairs hallway to her room. The house was small, so it was only a few paces away, but it was still a risk that she would be exposed. She didn't know where her mother was and she had only managed to sneak the condom away from her as she'd bustled off downstairs only a short time ago, after satisfying herself in her own bedroom.

But her mother was not Rose's problem as she moved into her own room, the bed neatly made up. It was minimally furnished so she had room to move in there, trinkets that had sentimental meaning to her lining the top of the chest of drawers.

“Now, where is it?"

She muttered to herself as she dug through the drawers, forgetting exactly where she had put the chastity device: one of her favourite ones to use when she was enjoying herself alone. It was small and pink – the perfect size to fit over her shaft when it was flaccid. Although her cock sometimes tried to get hard, the cage made sure her penis would never swell to anything near full hardness.

Conversely, it made her entire body ache as if she just needed to orgasm, as if there was no other option.

So, there was that too.

She swallowed hard, deliberating on how to escalate things further, before going to the bottom drawer for a big vibrator that she could easily handle. Small, finicky things were difficult to hold when masturbating, after all, particularly when they jumped about within her hands.

That was a good choice for her and she slipped on the chastity device slowly, revelling in the sense of restriction it gave her. There was security there too, in having the cage in place, but Rose could take exactly what she wanted from it. It would be different for everyone, though her length ached, even if it did not plump up in that moment.

Of course, Rose left the condom on, so the condom pressed up against the inside of the chastity device first, her cock double locked inside. It was a new sensation to her and she rocked her hips from side to side lightly, getting used to the feeling. The condom was oddly tight and the rubber crumpled lightly, adding another edge of discomfort and restriction there.

It was perfect.

Panting lightly, she closed her lips and headed for the bed. Lying down, she tried to relax despite how her heart was pounding, a deep ache running through her body. The battery-powered vibrator was easy to handle and fit nicely in the palm of her hand, so she could fold her fingers around it.

The bed was soft, yet her blood was up and her chest heaved. She switched the vibrator on and trembled as the light buzzing filled the air: it was hard not to have a response to something like that, after all. She associated it with pleasure and her mind picked up, drifting into her fantasies as she deliriously pressed it to the chastity device.

“Oh, yes…"

Rose moaned as vibrations rolled through her, making her lower body tremble. It was as if the ripples were spreading out further and further through her body and she relaxed into it, imagining that they could even reach her head, though she didn't quite think that was how vibrations like that worked.

It was hard to think straight, but she drifted, slipping deeper and deeper until her eyes closed and the world around Rose, as she was, faded to black.

When she came around again, not sure what had happened in the interim, she didn't know she was dreaming, that she had seduced herself into dreamland with mind-numbing orgasm after orgasm.

That was okay, however, as she blinked up at her mother, who was kneeling in front of her, completely naked. Her mother's silvery hair fell forward, a little thicker and fuller than Rose's, though her eyes gleamed kindly.

“Mom…" Rose breathed, heart hammering, her entire body tingling erotically. “What are you doing here? Why are you… Oh."

She didn't know what to say, though her mother, Jamie, took charge of that for her.

“I've been waiting for this," Jamie said, even though she had not clarified exactly what was going on there. “Don't worry, dear daughter, I'm going to look after you well."

All Rose could do was stare up at her, completely spellbound. As Rose lay there, lost in the moment and drinking in the sight of her mother kneeling over her, Jamie spread her daughter's legs.

Rose whimpered throatily as her mother let her small shaft hover over Rose's caged cock. Her flaccid shaft still had the same pink chastity cage on it, though Rose wasn't in any position to note the similarities between the dream and the kind of fantasy she most luxuriated in.

Rose's legs lay back down against the bed, though it was as if she had become a passive player in her own life, letting everything happen around and to her. Yet that was the way dreams happened – and all would make sense, in the end, when Rose woke up again.

In-between, there would be only pleasure.

She exhaled a lustful sigh as her mother eased further over her, giving her caged shaft a “kiss" with the tip of hers. Rose could almost imagine that the “kiss" came from her mother's lips too, as if her mother was just grazing her cage with her lips, showing her daughter exactly how much she meant to her. Their relationship was meant to be so much more, after all.

“Ah, mom… Mom, what are you doing to me?"

Her mother didn't answer her, but the glint in Jamie's eyes told Rose that she was safe. The bedroom around her, at least, was familiar, and she smiled open-mouthed, not understanding what was happening but there in the moment for it. She wanted to be there, lingering and feeling every last nuance.

And no one was going to stop her from taking everything she could from the moment.

Her mother eased back very slightly, all so she could present the head of her shaft, hard enough for penetration, to Rose's ass. At the same time, her arms smoothly slid under Rose's legs, hooking them up. Rose blinked at her, frozen in place, though heat flooded her body. Before her eyes, her mother lifted her legs up so her knees pointed up towards her chest, nearly brushing it – although Rose didn't quite possess that level of flexibility.

As she panted, licking her lips, Rose quivered, wanting it so much she couldn't even vocalise it. That cock ground against her, sliding against the curve of her ass before trailing down and finding her hole. The round tip teased against the pucker of her anal ring and Rose took a breath.

The moment seemed to drag out forever, for time no longer had any meaning, caught in the arms of a dream. The pressure of that cock tip against her anal ring bore down increasingly until, agonisingly slowly, her mother slid inside her.

It was only the tip at first, but then more and more of Jamie's cock eased into her daughter, taking her slowly. It was as if her mother was trying to drag it all out for as long as possible, making her daughter squirm and savour the moment. Rose, sometimes, was known for rushing through things – so it would have been quite like her mother to force her to feel every inch sliding into her, stretching her ass around that length.

“Ohhhhhh!"

Rose moaned loudly, trying to buck her hips up against her mother's cock, though she just couldn't get the right angle for it. She didn't have the leverage, not as she was lying back on the bed – and it was Jamie, of course, who was in control anyway. Her mother took that control from her all so easily, as if it was no matter at all from her.

It was there, in the lines of her body, how she smiled at Rose – all as ifs he knew exactly how her daughter was going to react at any given time. Rose licked her lips, head thrown back, ignoring the ache in her back as her mother rocked her hips back and forth, surely working her cock deeper and deeper.

“Mom… Please…" Rose whined, trying to get more, her cock throbbing furiously. “Please… I need you."

She'd never been that plaintive before but it was difficult not to be as need overwhelmed her, her entire world, in that moment, taken up by her mother. Rose moaned again and tried to lick her lips, though her mouth was suddenly too dry for anything more.

All she could do was sink more and more into the moment as her mother gently fucked her, when she wanted so much more than that. No matter how much she begged and pleaded, however, Jamie simply wouldn't speed up.

“You're giving me everything that I've been waiting for," her mother said, her voice much softer than it had been before, as Rose knew her. “And you're wonderful, Rose, so beautiful."

Jamie shuddered faintly and Rose gulped as the sensation rolled through her too, connected as they were.

“Ah… Mom…"

But Jamie continued as if she had not even spoken. It was as if, despite her words, that Rose was there for her to use, despite everything that had come to pass between them.

“And you're so tight around me too!"

The words slipped from Jamie's lips with relish and Rose whined, though the sound barely even left her lips. Her penis ached and lightly plumped up, though it didn't really strain the confines of the chastity device. That was a little strange, even to her, for her entire body burned with arousal and the sensation of having her mother's cock inside her, the perfect size, was almost more than she could bear. Frantically, Rose tried to grind up again, though she never quite seemed to be able to get into the right position, forced to lie there and take every agonisingly delightful stroke.

It was all for her to enjoy, after all, and she eventually allowed her mother to bear her legs back even more. Her knees splayed out so her mother could reach her chest, pinning her in place even more, though it was the athletic muscle of her legs that was shown off in such a position, every part of her practically bristling with withheld energy.

“Mmmph, oh… Mom…" She moaned, finding her voice again, though it was lower and raspier, raking through her throat with every snatch of air she managed to drag in. “Please… Mmm… Feels so good…"

“Mm, that's my good girl."

She trembled under the praise from her mother, though Rose was already lost in sensation. She squeezed around her mother's cock, as if she could increase the friction and tension there, though the pressure escalated and her eyes rolled back into her head. It was luxurious – yet infuriatingly so. Her mother knew exactly how to give her just what she needed as she groaned and submitted to those slow yet overpowering strokes.

Sometimes, what Rose wanted was not what she needed. Her mother knew best.

Jamie, however, was not idle bar fucking her daughter – oh no. With Rose's breasts exposed, she ran her fingers lightly over Rose's nipples, teasing them lightly. When Rose arched up deliriously into her touch, she gave them a gentle pinch: no more than a brief pull of pressure on each in turn.

Something like that should not have been as much of a turn-on as it was and yet Rose leaned into it all hungrily, thrust after thrust, pinch after pinch. Heat flooded her tits as Jamie waited a moment, letting her daughter push towards her, as if she could not possibly bear holding back for a single moment more. Yet it was Jamie in control and her lips twitched at even that slight display of need from her beloved daughter.

Rose moaned and her mother pressed on, the rock of her hips smooth and steady, the kind of rhythm she could sink into. Her mother leaned heavily over her and swirled her fingers around each of Rose's nipples in turn, running them around and around as if she was tracing the areolas. Her fingers danced over the pert buds of Rose's nipples too, bringing them to a perkier rise still, and Rose grunted deeply in the back of her throat, a truly guttural, carnal sound that spoke of the depths of her need.

She cried out for her, lost in a world of almost over sensation – for it was not as if she had been with her mother before, as much as she had fantasised about her, over and over again. Rose cried out but the words she wanted to spend didn't slip from her lips.

That was strange… But she didn't let the thought linger. It didn't need to stay there, taking up space in the forefront of her mind, not as she grunted and swallowed hard, trying to hold on to her need.

Every stroke of her mother's cock hit a spot inside her ass that made her blood sing, heat thrumming up through her with every single thrust. She tried to tighten around her mother's cock, though her body was not hers to control, desire trembling through, pulse after delicious pulse. Yet the electric sparks lancing inward from her nipples were just as exotic – as well as the pressure of her cock against the chastity cage, still encased in a condom.

She didn't pause to consider why that was unusual, why she had a condom on in there. All Rose knew was that her stomach lurched and something coiled inside her, though there was still no release. That heat pooled deep within her loins as her penis ached and she swore there was pre-cum leaking from it, even if it was hard to tell with the chastity cage in place. It locked away her cock wonderfully well, after all.

Still, her mother thrust a little harder, working her over, her fingers tweaking and pulling at her nipples. Even then, her mother's actions caught her off-guard with the passion and the precision, how her own body reacted instantly with a hot flush of pleasure, as if she was perfectly primed for her mother's touch.

Maybe she was. Maybe that was why she had been so infatuated, even before, with her mother to the point of losing herself in fantasy after fantasy. There was no way to tell.

Jamie, however, had her own needs to take care of, even if the moment was, truly, all about Rose. She thrust and thrust, her cock aching within Rose's backside, and Rose whimpered again, going a little dizzy. She no longer felt as if she was wholly present in the moment, although every iota of her mind locked in on how that cock felt inside her, how her asshole twitched around it. Her body acted like it was trying to pull her mother in deeper – but that wasn't possible, not with Rose's experience. Honestly, she didn't even know if it was possible with any manner of experience – but the notion of catching and holding her mother's shaft inside her was an erotically tantalising thought indeed.

But that was not for Rose to dictate as she moaned and rocked her hips up that tiny fraction she could, lust rolling through her. Her mother's thrusts grew ever-increasingly savage, driving brutally into her, but that was just the peak of passion. Jamie's cock simply fit her perfectly and Rose cried out her name as Jamie finally climax.

“Mmmm…"

Her mother's hum of pleasure at the penultimate moment was all she needed, though Rose still grunted and whimpered. Orgasm could be had while she was locked in the chastity cage, although it was not to be that time. Her need thrummed through her, drawn too tightly, even as her mother's hot cum flooded her ass. It leaked out seductively around the point their bodies joined, marking them irrevocably.

Jamie's lips descended on Rose's and they kissed deeply, one of Jamie's hands still lovingly caressing her daughter's tit and nipple. Yet Rose could not even focus on that lustful slide, how her mother's fingers seemed to know exactly what to do, so she sent trembles of pleasure through her daughter.

As her mother's tongue entered her mouth, sweeping up inside and playfully lapping back against Rose's own, everything faded. Warmth swept through Rose, though she didn't feel like she was losing anything at all as the world around her, with her mother's weight bearing her down to the bed, faded to black.

She came around again to another wonderful sight: her completely naked mother kneeling in front of her while she was still in her bedroom. The notion that the scene had changed so suddenly did not strike Rose as strange in the slightest, but she breathed deeply and evenly. Yet that was not enough to calm her anxious nerves as her heart raced, wanting more from the moment, though not knowing quite how to take things forward from there.

“You're mine now…"

“Oh, mom…"

Rose sucked in a breath, but her mother was in control there as Rose sat half-up on the bed, her torso propped up from the sheets with her elbows. She moaned as Jamie shoved her knees apart more aggressively that time, determined to get at what, surely, she determined to be hers and hers alone.

Her daughter's eyes, of course, immediately dropped to her cock as her mother fully joined her on the bed, that medium-sized shaft begging for attention. It was hard and ready, though it was how it was larger than Rose's that really set her heart racing.

Her own cock was still encased sweetly within the pink chastity device, ensuring there was nothing at all Rose could ever do to give herself any manner of relief. Or more that any pleasure Rose tried to give herself would be both heightened and thwarted by the cage, turning her on as much as it rendered that delicious peak of delight difficult to reach or, indeed, cling on to.

One thing, however, was different: and that was the womb tattoo marked on the right side of her pelvis. Rose felt it, splaying out her fingers over it, as if it came with a heat of its own, although it was smoothly embraced by her own skin. Her mother had a similar tattoo, thought that one was of a womb with a penis on her breasts, denoting her to be a breeder.

The condom pulled around her flaccid member as she tried to roll her hips up – but her mother was too swift for her as she pushed into the space between her spread knees. She bounced her shaft against Rose's chastity cage, giving her a light throb of pressure, though no more than that. The lightness of her touch was tantalising – there for a fraction of a moment and then ripped away just as swiftly.

It was a similar position, the memory of the “first time" lingering in the back of Rose's mind, but it was as if it didn't quite feel real to her. It was a passing thought, whisked away by her mother smacking her penis against the cage again, letting it ping back deliciously as their need swelled. Her cock, that time, was larger than before, a good size to take Rose. Rose, however, didn't note anything serious in the size change there beyond a lustful moan and lick of her lips.

“Mom… Please…"

Rose begged for her – and, that time, her mother obliged. Her silvery hair fell forward around her face as Jamie pushed Rose's legs back and shoved the head of her cock crudely against her daughter's ass. The tight pucker begged attention and a swirl of arousal flowed within Rose, heat stirring and pooling in her abdomen.

She was not in control, however, as her mother penetrated her more sharply that time, as if need had to come through, flowing and driving. That perfect shaft penetrated her deeply, stretching her open wonderfully, and she clenched around it, wanting a little more stimulation, a little more friction. Rose grunted as her knees splayed out, pinning her in place on the bed once more, though there was nothing she wanted more as her mother fucked her, driving in and out with overpowering, forceful thrusts.

It was rougher than the first time but by no means the roughest Jamie could go, of course. Rose grunted through every stroke, relishing in the pressure, how her mother wonderfully crammed her cock up inside her. She tried to squeeze around it, but, somehow, that didn't quite seem to work. For Rose, it was as if something else was carrying her forward, dictating just how the experience was to go for her, breath hitching and catching in her throat.

“Oh… Ohhh!"

She could only moan as her mother grasped her breasts, kneading and rolling them more firmly with both hands. Her fingers dragged up and her medium-length nails raked luxuriously over Rose's nipples as she tried desperately to arch up into her mother's touch. The muscles in her back contracted as she tried to buck up, yet it was her mother's weight that luxuriously pinned her in place on the bed, letting her know exactly where Jamie needed her to be, just where that “place" of hers was set to be.

It was strange how the rougher pounds of her mother's cock made her heart sing, contrasting sharply with the rush of hot desire flaring up. She squeezed around every thrust of her mother's cock, glutes contracting, though the strain in her body was too great for her to even consider rocking up to meet Jamie's thrusts.

Jamie's smile filled her vision, one arm thrust out over Rose's head to balance her, fingers digging into the bedsheets, though that was very much not where Rose's attention was. How could she when her shaft was throbbing, plumping up ever so slightly? Yet no one, not even Rose, could have at all called her cock hard at that moment, only ever so slightly thicker with the rush of blood and arousal into her loins.

She rocked her hips lightly from side to side, whining throatily as Jamie raked her nails over her nipples again, pulling them to a pert rise. Rose's breath caught and, for a moment, she couldn't take a full breath, a shot of electric thrill rushing straight into her flaccid member.

“Oh!" She cried out, a moan breaking free of her lips. “Yes, mom, please… Please, more… Please, I need you to cum inside me!"

“That's my girl," her mother said, with all the love and care she had always shown Rose. “My sweet… You're wonderful around me, taking every inch."

The words felt like they came from Rose's mind more than her mother's, although that wasn't something she focused on in that moment. She laid her head back against the bed, a tingle of blood in her cheeks telling her she was blushing, but that was of no real matter. Why should she not blush and show her true self to her mother in the very best of ways?

For there was nothing more she wanted than her mother's lightly muscular body pushing over her, the smooth, flat tone of her stomach tense and on show as she thrust. Rose grunted in the back of her throat and sank into the moment, relishing in every single sensation.

That was where she belonged and, most certainly, where she saw her place to be. The condom wrapped around her soft cock still, giving her an added dose of sensation, as if it was tugging around her member even in that moment. The rubber teased into her shaft and she groaned lightly, eyelids fluttering as if she was closing her eyes, but she only did so because she was so rooted in the moment.

A groan ached in the back of her throat, as if she was acting out a moment of being her own personal orchestra. The symphony was not one Rose ever conducted, however, as she exhaled in a rush of warm breath tickling her lips, her mother's nails tucking in around her right nipple. Rougher than earlier, her mother scraped her nails up and pinched a nipple, though her touch was still not hard enough to draw a rise of pain to Rose's skin. That wasn't a moment to be lost as Rose quivered, a deeply seated ache within her body swelling as if it was rushing to the surface, like the tingle of heat in her body.

“Mom… Please…"

She begged her mother to take her, to finish inside her, although there was never any question as to whether or not her mother was going to do that for her. Yet her mother didn't say anything, merely holding her gaze, their eyes locked.

There was nothing more powerful than her mother's gaze, how it bore into her, as if Jamie saw far more of Rose than even Rose saw of herself. She inhaled deeply, though there was a judder in her chest.

Everything she was, everything she could ever be – it was all under her mother's control. And that was exactly the way Rose wanted it to be, as infatuated and intoxicated by her mother as she was.

Her mother's hand slid down around her left tit and squeezed, kneading her flesh as Rose grunted and tried, simply, to get all the air into her lungs that she needed in the moment. That was a difficult task, however, as her entire consciousness zeroed in on the cock in her ass.

Why did something like that have to feel so good? She wanted it more and more even when she knew she had so much more to take interest in, like how her mother's fingers dug into her tit, as if true lust lay behind such an ardent grasp. Yet Rose longed to feel even more of her shaft inside her, how her asshole tightened around it, giving her a little more sensation that had her heart pounding wildly.

“Mmm, mom, yes… Yes… Yes!"

She cried out, her mother's lips only briefly parted from hers. Yet she didn't allow Rose to close the distance between them in any manner and seal it with a kiss, no. That was Jamie's control over her – or perhaps the dream winding its own brand of control even more tightly around Rose herself.

Who was to say?

Rose moaned as her ass was plundered, a slick, wet sound rising as her mother's light pre-cum, at the very least, helped lubricate the way for her shaft. It was the perfect sized cock for her and, even though Rose's legs ached with how they were borne back to her chest and spread, she felt every slap of Rose's abdomen against her.

The pound shook her to her core and gave her a rhythm she could lean into, bare skin slapping and grinding together. Her mother paused for a moment, staying deep, and ground as deeply into her daughter as she could, a low, guttural groan trembling up from the back of Jamie's throat too.

Rose smiled faintly, though the time for words was long gone – at least for her. She couldn't call any further words to her lips at all as her body sang with pleasure and heat.

She felt good, however, at the notion that she was making her mother feel as good as she was making her feel, the pleasure mutual.

But her mother sped up as she groped and squeezed Rose's tit, playing her fingers more gently around her nipples again, as if she was actively trying to vary the sensations she gave her daughter. Rose didn't care one bit about that, no, not when she got every last drop of pleasure she craved in the moment, all from her mother.

As her mother's thrusts picked up in pace, grinding in increasingly crudely, until she reached her inevitable high. A hot rush of semen shot into her ass as it squelched deep, trickling and oozing around the head of Jamie's cock.

“Mmmph…"

That moan came from Jamie, at least that time, and Rose panted, trying to drag in all the breath she could as she was fucked. Jamie pushed far over her, grinding her cock in as deep as it could go, clearly relishing in her daughter's tight ass too. Rose leaned back, her passion throbbing, yet there was still no way for her to cum. Despite being so close, every nerve ending in her body seemingly on fire, there was nowhere for her to go at all.

Her mother controlled it all and Rose was only too good to hand everything over into the loving hands of her mother. There was nothing, at least to Rose, that she thought would ever compare to the slick slide of semen inside her ass, leaking down the length of her mother's cock to bubble lightly out of her hole. Rose grunted in the back of her throat, trying to pump her hips up, even though that was all very much a lost cause.

“Mom…"

She breathed out her mother's name, though was content to lie there in the moment, letting everything sink into her. It just felt like where she was meant to be, even though she couldn't fully lock on to things around her, like even the bed she was on was floating, wafting in an eerie world.

Of course, that was just the quality of the dream coming into play. No more and no less than that was needed, even though Rose did not know she was dreaming.

The world around her faded as her mother pinned her arms above her head, elbows bent, though Jamie just longed for her even more. She clung on to the moment as if she could lean into it and take it for her own, yet it had always been for her mother to own her, not the other way around.

Still, the dream rolled on as Rose blinked, light illuminated the world around her once again. She was at the end of the bed that time, closer to the edge, and her mother knelt there, up on the bed, with a smirk on her lips.

Although the womb tattoo was still in place on Rose's body, it was on her breasts rather than her pelvis that time. Of course, she still had the condom on and the chastity device, yet her shaft lay relaxed and completely flaccid that time, as if everything had been re-set with the dream moving on. Yet she was not to know that, lightly running her hand up and over her tit where the tattoo was imbued.

Her mother's smirk deepened and Rose's heart skipped a beat. Her mother's shaft was the largest she'd seen it that time, fully hard and throbbing, blood pumping through it with every moment. Every pulse of blood into her mother's cock had it bouncing lightly and twitching, as if Jamie's body was trying to show off its virility.

Her mother was so much more than Rose could ever hope to be and she was okay with that too. As long as her little dick was locked up and tucked away, she was right where she needed to be.

“It's time to give me everything you've got, darling," her mother breathed. “Everything. It is mine. Mine to own. Mine to take."

Rose wanted to say “yes," but she couldn't get the words out. Instead, all the woman could do was groan and pump her hips up, her knees together and bent as her feet rested flat on the bed. The sheets crumpled under her feet as she scrunched up her toes, trying to find some manner of balance there, though Rose was shoved brutally off-balance in but a single moment.

Her mother shoved apart her legs rudely and aggressively, without even asking permission. Yet she didn't need to ask permission from Rose, not in the slightest, even was a breathy moan was robbed from her lips. Rose's eyes remained fixed on the hard, bobbing sway of her achingly engorged cock, so much larger than anything Rose's shaft could ever have hoped for. It was too small, but Rose liked it just the way it was.

She didn't need to be anything different as Jamie crudely took up that space between her daughter's legs as if it was her right too, swaying her hips to bob and bounce her cock against Rose's chastity cage. The warmth of her mother, however briefly, seeped through it with even that faint touch and brush, but Rose still tried to push up into it. The position was slightly different, but everything lent her a strange sense that she had lived it before, that she recognised everything that was happening in that moment.

She was so much more aggressive than before, as if Rose's body was something to be devoured rather than savoured. All it did was add another nuance to the moment of sex that Rose could explore, learning more as her heart leapt and pounded, the dull roar of her blood aching against her eardrums.

Yet it was luxurious, devoutly so, to be manhandled like that. Jamie let her hips dip a little lower and laid the entire length of her cock against the pink chastity device, as if she was showing off just how much larger her cock was than Rose's. Rose inhaled sharply, chest rising, yet she was prey to her mother's whims and laid there as if she was prone and soft before her mother.

“You're mine, all mine…" Her mother whispered, the words rebounding around Rose's head, over and over again. “You're going to feel so good around me, my sweet girl."

Rose whimpered throatily. Yes, yes… She belonged to her mother, she was her sweet girl, even though Rose had not been a “girl" for quite some time. Even as a futa, she was a full-blooded woman, her entire body singing with energy and desire as if her cock was going to explode right then and there.

Jamie, however, didn't need Rose to orgasm, not right there and then. She was more outspoken than she was when she was outside the dream, though Rose liked that too. She wanted that version of her mother, turning her futa mom into her very own fantasy.

It was funny how dreams worked like that, but Rose didn't understand what was happening, not in that moment. Her mother rolled her hips, thrusting crudely into her as she forced her daughter's backside to open up around her. Rose's comfort was not in her mind at that moment, but she crammed every inch of her cock into her she could, her shaft aching deliciously inside her.

Rose moaned and lay there, quivering as her ass was pounded. It was a wonderful ache as she squeezed around her mother's cock, though she could barely believe just how hard her cock was in that moment. It felt like it was going to burst with barely restrained tension, though it was all as she wanted. To be restricted there, her cock locked away so she couldn't even play with it, not allowing her own body the pleasure she could have given it if her shaft had been free.

Her cock did better, after all, when it was locked up. The wet condom moved over her shaft, her mother's seed lightly swilling around the tip of her member, but all she saw was her mother.

Her mother dominated her vision, even her breath tickling Rose's face as her mother thrust and thrust. She tried to weakly roll her hips up, but it was far better to settle in the moment, letting her mother do as she willed.

It was breeding, raw and ready, even though Rose's body, of course, was not suited to bear children. Or was it? Considering the womb tattoo and the nuances of fantasy winding around her, stealing her body well and truly away into another state of being. Who could tell exactly where things would take her, though Rose was happy to go along with it, need flowing through her with every thrust from her mother.

Jamie ground in deeply, her breath puffing out in raw, hasty breaths as she fucked her daughter, ramming in harder and faster, letting her daughter's ass milk and grip her cock.

Rose whimpered, eyes half-lidded. She so badly wanted to keep them open, however, locked on to her mother, yet it was hard to bear through the pleasure. That ache of orgasm, what her body truly craved, was simply something she could not achieve, no matter how hard her mother fucked her, driving in crudely. Her breasts quivered as her mother leaned down far enough over her to let her nipples tease her daughter's, brushing back and forth.

It was almost strange that her mother did not grab and grip her breasts in her hands that time, choosing to pair different sensations together. Jamie simply had a way of keeping her on her toes – and Rose loved that. Even if it was the version of her mother in her dream and her fantasies, for, in the real world, she very much doubted that her mother would have ever engaged in something like that with her.

There were doubts to be had there, though there were still hopes too.

So, she leaned hungrily into that burning sense of hope, the flame of desire lit inside her. Her mother rammed into her, the heady slap of flesh on flesh rising to fill the room. Jamie grunted with every thrust and ground into her ruthlessly as Rose's heart sang, though the futa woman was right where she wanted to be.

“Oof… Mmph… Ah… Mom…"

It was the only word, coherent at least, she could get out in the moment, but she had to try, had to let her mother know how much she wanted her, how much Jamie meant to her. Her cock ached and she whined throatily, eyes watering, as her mother's thrusts sped up even more.

As her nipples rubbed teasingly against Rose's, Jamie slammed in finally, one last thrust grinding into her daughter as she released her load. With a long, guttural groan that hit every lustful note in Rose's mind, Jamie lost control inside her daughter and spent her seed in long, thick ropes. It splattered up inside Rose's backside as she shuddered bodily, but there was little else Rose could do as Jamie crushed her lips to hers.

“Mmph!"

She grunted into the kiss, though her mother dominated it, plunging her tongue deep into her daughter's mouth. Rose tried to kiss her back but it was Jamie who controlled everything, breeding her ruthlessly as she kissed her with more aggression than she'd ever shown before.

Rose lost herself in that kiss as her mother's tongue lapped and swirled around her mouth, seeming to want to plunder into every last corner, swirling around. It would not have been the kind of kiss to lean into truly, but it was a kiss that let Rose know who she belonged to, how her mother knew everything she loved and brought that rise of heat to the flush of her skin.

She kissed her mother back, weakly and wetly, though her mother's tongue curled and lapped against hers, softening into a more defined, patient motion. Maybe that came with the ejaculation itself, cream trickling out around the join of their bodies, though Rose was already slipping away.

As she moaned into the kiss, her body still hot with desire, darkness enveloped her once again. The dream slipped away, leaving Rose twisting and rocking her hips in slumber, not even knowing at that time that it had all been a dream.

Yet it was the best kind of dream Rose could ever have hoped for as she dreamed and tried to rest, her body aching for something her waking mind would only later recognise.

She blinked back to wakefulness at last, in the real world again, her hips thrusting up as she lost control and shot her load into her mother's used condom. Rose gasped, a hand on her crotch and the other holding the vibrator, which was still buzzing madly.

She ground it ruthlessly to her crotch, pressing the rounded head to the chastity cage, the trembling vibrations pulling through her body. She wasn't all that sure whether she had merely been fantasising excessively deeply throughout the entire experience or if she had really fallen asleep. Either way, it did not matter, not as she moaned loudly and let her shuddering body roll her hips up, spending her seed into the condom and the cage. Of course, the chastity device kept her cock from swelling to full hardness, but there was still a kind of unfulfilling orgasm to be had there.

“Oh… Oh, mom…"

She tried to call words to a sore and strained throat, although she couldn't help herself in the moment, collapsing back to the bed as her muscles gave out. As her body rocked through orgasm, she twitched a finger, her hand a little numb from holding the vibrator as tightly as she had been.

But it was all worth it, all so very much. Especially as she felt the drag of the sticky, wet condom around her shaft, clinging to her in a way she had never experienced before. It was the first time she'd been successful, after all, in stealing one of her mother's used condoms, and it was something that Rose would very much be doing again.

It was worth it, after all, when she wanted that pleasure, to feed her desires in a way she had not found anything else to satisfy. The cage locked around her cock restrictively as she grunted in the back of her throat, although she couldn't help herself from wanting it even more, her hips wanting to thrust still. Her body did not truly feel as if she had enjoyed orgasm, though she was right where she wanted to be, experiencing her fantasies in just the way she longed to.

If only she could get her mother to fuck her in the real world, everything would be perfect for Rose. Yet that was highly unlikely to be something to come to fruition, even though she would keep hoping and prodding, checking in with her mother. She could only try: her mother had taught her that.

Maybe she'd even find her mother with that little tattoo on her at some point, hinting at something more. Rose licked her lips, blinking hazily, as her dreaming fantasy came back to her.

Just which version of her mother did she prefer? She wasn't so sure which one she liked, though the rougher one had been the one who'd got her to cum – even with the little pink chastity cage in place. Still, there were different notes and nuances to be played with and she wanted the best kind of variety she ever could find.

She moaned more quietly, blushing. What if her mother had heard her? That would have been embarrassingly, though erotically so. Whichever variation of her fantasy her mother ended up being, all Rose honestly hoped was that her mother would lock her in chastity cage and never, ever let her out again.

To Rose, there could not be anything more erotic.

But, with her mother, she would always have everything she needed and wanted, Jamie ruling her fantasies even when her mother was entirely unaware of the effect she had on her daughter. But that was okay, all as Rose tested the waters and pressed on, lying back on the bed with a light smile dancing across her lips.

In dreaming, she found just what she was looking for.