I woke up naked and alone in my bed, as usual. I kicked the covers off and lay there for a minute, legs open. I put my hand on my pussy and rubbed back and forth a little. You know that aching feeling when you haven’t had sex for a while and your pussy hungers for cock? Well, that’s how I was…
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Jake's Mother (entire text available FREE since Amazon blocked it)
I woke up naked and alone in my bed, as usual. I kicked the covers off and lay there for a minute, legs open. I put my hand on my pussy and rubbed back and forth a little. You know that aching feeling when you haven’t had sex for a while and your pussy hungers for cock? Well, that’s how I was feeling. Touching it didn’t do anything to relieve the feeling, it only made it worse.
I hit the snooze button on my alarm and grabbed my Hitachi from underneath the bed. I placed the bulbous, spongy head of the device on my panging clit and flipped the switch. I started out on low. It gave me a nice, warm feeling. I squirmed beneath my man-substitute and flipped the switch to high.
Ah, yeah, that’s more like it.
I tweaked my nipple and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger as the Hitachi buzzed in the background. I bit down on my lower lip and gasped for air. Oh, how I needed to be properly fucked!
I held the handle with both hands, pressing it down on my pussy till it hurt so good. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and wetter. Uh, she felt like she was on fire but I still couldn’t cum. I was gushing wet but I just couldn’t get there. When I thought I might, my alarm went off again. After nine minutes of vibration and no orgasm, I decided two things. One, I needed to get in the shower and get to work. Two, I was going to get fucked tonight. Come hell or high water, I would find a cock somewhere to sooth this ache.
Jake entered my office. It is a Thursday morning. Thursdays are always rather uneventful. Thursdays don’t mark the beginning or the end of the work week. They are nestled in quietly, ambiguously in the middle of it all.
Jake was an average looking guy, handsome in his own right. He wasn’t particular in any way that I could see. It was only when I got him into my dream lab that I would discover what lay beneath the ordinary exterior.
“I’d like to try a dream date,” said Jake.
“Great. When would you like to get started?” I asked.
“Is now OK?”
“Sure, sure,” I reached for the paperwork in the lower right-hand drawer of my desk. Jack sat motionless. I handed him the clipboard and a pen. “Just fill this out then we’ll head down to the lab. We’ll take your vitals and draw some blood.”
“Blood? Why do you need my blood?” he questioned.
“You will be consenting to a study. We are going to know your physical and mental health characteristics if you choose to go forward,” I explained while never breaking eye contact. I felt a small twitch in my crotch. I hadn’t ever been attracted to a patient before. I really needed to get this problem under control tonight!
“I thought I was going to be able to experience a sexual fantasy and be able to take a copy home to watch,” he responded.
“You will. Absolutely, you will fulfill your deepest desires with us. This is all just preliminary stuff for any medical procedure, which is what this is considered by federal law. We will be hooking you up to a medical device that reads your desires, taps into your subconscious, and gives you your wish fulfillment in a vivid dream sequence that we then record onto a DVD for you to take home. Your dreams are already giving you that. It’s just that sometimes you can’t remember them. And what we do is we translate them into a literal movie that you can watch over and over. This is cutting edge technology and you will be part of a very important project when you sign these papers. You are making history with us today, Jake.”
I sat back and in my chair, crossed my hands and waited for his response. He slowly picked up the clipboard and began writing. I wondered if we would ever see any women in here. We really need a woman’s perspective in this study. I was guessing I would have to be the first female subject; although, I was not necessarily looking forward to finding out what was in my subconscious. I am fine with living in the present.
And actually, come to think of it, the thought of a woman getting herself off in my lab was sounding really good to me. Maybe a tongue could do the job my vibrator couldn’t this morning.
Jake filled out the paperwork and I escorted him down the hallway. He was only about 3 inches taller than me and we walked in step together. I introduced him to Layla, who would be administering his physical.
I headed down the hall to the next door, the dream lab. Before Jake’s adventure could begin, I had to prime the recording device. It took 10 minutes to warm up then went through a series of system tests, similar to a computer’s boot sequence. Then I would need to run at least one or two tests. The tests are pre-compiled scripts that simulate a short dream sequence, record it, report whether there was an error or not, then delete the results. The whole process takes about 45 minutes.
I had finished just a few moments before Layla escorted Jack into the dream lab. Jake was wearing the “Dream Date” robe we provide to patients. His clothes were in another lab being carefully scrutinized at this very moment. They would reappear shortly in a “Dream Date” company issued plastic bag.
I could see that he was in better shape than I realized. Nice, hard, smooth chest beneath that robe. I wondered what else he had to show. I always watched the dreamers from my computer in my office next door. There’s a camera right over the patient to record their physical actions. Sometimes the dreamer was more interesting to watch than the dream itself.
I’d definitely seen more penis at this job than I had in my private life. They varied in size, shape, color, and angle. Sometimes the biggest ones were not necessarily the prettiest. I would guess that beauty is still in the eye of the beholder, even when it comes to penises.
Jake sat in the lab chair. I touched his arm gently and told him exactly what I was doing. “First, I’m going to connect these wires to your head,” I pointed to the areas as I explained. “One here over the right orbitofrontal cortex, left anterior cingulate cortex, the right insula and the right caudate nucleus.”
Jake sat motionless as I hooked him up the Dream Date Interpreting and Recording Device. What the machine does is stimulate the areas of the brain believed to control sexual impulses, sends the brain different sexual images and records the responses. The image with the highest level of arousal is then presented to the patient in visual form. The computer puts the image or set of images on an endless loop and the patient takes it from there. Their mind transforms that visual image into their own sexual fantasy.
When Jake was all hooked up, I pulled the tray over. “Here’s some lube, some tissues, and some pornography in case you want it. I will be behind that glass,” I pointed to a two-way mirror on the left side of the room. “I won’t be watching you. I will be simply monitoring your pulse through this,” I pointed to the pulsox attached to his right index finger. “You comfortable?”
“You ready?” I asked.
He nodded again.
Here we go.
I left the room through the door next to the two-way glass I spoke of earlier. I took my seat and tuned into the computer monitor that showed the live-video feed of Jake sitting in the chair. He looked nervous for the first time. He looked right into the camera and opened his robe, as if he knew I was watching. I felt myself blush at the sight of his flaccid cock resting on his thigh. I felt my pussy reacting the same way.
He pressed the palm of his hand over his cock and rubbed hard, the way a first responder might rub a sternum of an unconscious person. Jake’s cock responded. He nearly jumped out of his seat when my voice boomed over the internal speaker, “Your dream sequence will begin in 15 seconds. Relax, close your eyes and enjoy your dream.”
Jake, ever the obedient patient, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The computer sequence began.
First, images of fully clothed women. Women in business suites walking in the city. Women in the office. Secretaries. Librarians with their blouses open and their glasses down on their nose. Farm women working in the kitchen. Women bent over working in the garden. Little girls on the playground. Little girls hugging.
Then naked women. Young, beautiful naked women with small, perky breasts to rotund ladies with full, plump parts. Strippers. Porn starts.
A couple of naked pre-pubescent girls.
Now men. All ages. Clothed and unclothed. Gay and straight.
Pictures of animals. Sheep, cows, pigs, horses.
Rough stuff. Bondage. Rape.
Now we’re getting somewhere.
A picture of Jake’s sister. Something registered but it wasn’t definitively sexual.
A photo of his mother.
The reason we take the time to screen our applicants is so we can do some background checking as well as all those physical tests. We have pictures of all of his immediate family uploaded into his profile on our system.
As the pictures of his mother display on the screen, Jake’s cock begins to stiffen. First, a picture of her when she was young. She’s standing by a pool in a bathing suite. The suits back then were sexy even though they covered things well. Her tits were full and her legs went for miles. Jake is resisting the urge to touch himself, or so says the monitoring device. He squirms in his chair as if he knows he’s being watched.
With her obituary showing on the screen, Jake takes his handsome cock into his hands and begins to stroke. When I said there was nothing exceptional about Jake that I could see, it was because I had yet to see what was in his pants. He had the most beautiful, stiff cock I’d ever seen. A perfectly bell-shaped head, a thick and veiny shaft and the cutest, tight, round balls. Oh, I wanted to suck on those balls!
Jake’s dream was beginning…
Jake is a boy. Around the age of 12. He’s looking through a keyhole at a couple fucking in a bedroom. It’s not clear who the people are but the man is pounding the woman and she’s screaming her head off.
There’s a fan going in the background and the room is only lit by the faint, orange glow of a setting sun spilling in through the crack in the dingy curtains.
The pungent smell of sex and sweat hanging in the humid air.
Young Jake has sweat brewing on his upper lip as he grunts and tugs at his inexperienced cock. When the man finishes and rolls off the woman, we see that it’s Jake’s mother. She’s not as young as the swimming pool picture but she’s still as vibrant and shapely. Young Jake grunts and falls against the wall after he shoots his first wad ever.
The man, thin, balding and unshaven, wearing a wife-beater tank top, approaches the source of the sound. He opens the door to find young Jake scrambling to pull up his pants. He sees cum on the floor.
The man laughs hysterically.
“Look what we got here, Janice. Your boy was watching us,” the man explains.
It’s clearly not Jake’s father.
“You want to fuck your mama, boy?” the man asks Jake.
Jake’s mother sits up in bed. “Jacob! What are you doing? Your father is going to be home in 30 minutes and you’re not in school!”
“How much to let the boy in?” the man asks her.
“What?!” exclaims Jake’s mother. “Don’t be sick.”
“Come on. That’s a nice piece of pussy right there. I got it all warmed up for him. Let the boy have a taste.” The man grabs Jake by the scruff of the neck and pushes him toward the bed. “Get on in there boy. Taste it!”
“Richard! Stop it, right now!” exclaimed Jake’s mother.
Jake looked back at Richard who nodded that it was alright.
With Richard’s hand pressing Janice’s legs apart, he held Jake by the back of the neck and pushed his face down onto her pussy.“Lick!” exclaimed Richard.
Jake stuck out his tongue until it touched his mother’s fleshy, pink pussy. Her hair tickled his nose but he kept moving his tongue up and down like he would on an ice cream cone. He didn’t like the taste. It was tart.
Richard smiled but soon got bored and pushed Jake’s face down into it. He moved his face side to side till both Jake’s cheeks were wet with pussy juice.
“Enough!” exclaimed Janice.
“I’m not paying unless the boy gets some.” Richard said very matter –of-factly.
Janice knew he meant it now. She gave Jake a soothing nod and laid down. Jake dropped his pants, his 12-year old cock already at attention. He didn’t like the taste of his mother’s pussy but the smell of her aroused him.
His mother took his hand in hers and squeezed gently, her legs spread open. Jake couldn’t quit staring at her crotch. He stared at her shiny, pink pussy underneath the mound of golden blonde hair.
Jake kicked his pants off and got into the position he’d seen Richard in just a few minutes ago. He began pressing his crotch area against his mother’s crotch.His cock slid right up the slippery slope and popped out at the top of her mound.
His cock was all over the place like an unattended hose on full blast and already about to blow. His mother reached down, took hold of his throbbing member and guided him inside her. Jake froze as his cock was welcomed into its new wet, warm home. It felt so comfortable. Like a warm blanket on a cold night.
Janice pushed her hips upward to prod him. Young Jake’s ass moved up and down on top of his mother as his adequate cock was swallowed up by mommy’s well-worn pussy.
Jake spits in his hand and then places it on his boner and begins working his hand up and down the shaft. He strokes it a couple times, pulls at the base with just his forefinger and thumb, then spits again in his hand and repeats. He doesn’t seem ashamed now. If anything, he seems eager.
Jake catches on fast and beings pounding mommy’s pussy. He just shot a load a few minutes ago at the door but it doesn’t take him long to work up another one for mommy. With his cock deep inside her, he quivers and erupts inside her. A tear runs down her cheek as Jake lay on her chest.
She wraps her arms around her baby boy, his penis is still inside her. They are disturbed by the sound of Richard violently whacking his dick trying to work up another batch. Jake can tell by his Richard’s breathing that he’s close.
Suddenly, Jake feels something wet on his ass. Richard is rubbing his cum all over Jake’s virgin ass crack. A finger abruptly slips inside Jake’s asshole. Jake straightens his back, propped up with his arms straight and his palms on either side of his mother’s shoulders. She feels Jake harden again inside her as every part of him turns to stone.
Richard begins to finger-fuck Jake’s tight ass.
“Oh, that’s a sweet little hole you got there, boy,” exclaims Richard.
“You ready for big daddy to cum in? Huh?”
Jake doesn’t respond or move. His asshole suddenly feels very hot and painful. He feels like he’s going to take a huge dump all over the bed.
Richard whispers in Jake’s ear, “Keep fucking your mamma while I fuck your little pucker, sweetheart.”
Jake moves his hips back, that pushes his ass right down on Richard’s thin rod. It burns. Jake thrusts back inside mommy’s pink paradise where it’s safe and warm. The comfort relieves some of the pain, but only until the next thrust.
Jake has taken the lube from the table tray and is now lying on his left side, with his right arm reached around behind him; he’s got two lubed fingers moving in and out of his asshole. His cock is beautifully erect and pre-cum is seeping from the tip. He loves this!
I do something I’ve never done before. I go back into the dream lab. My pussy is soaked and, I must have been pretty hard up is all I can say. I had my mouth over Jake’s thick, handsome cock within a minute of entering the lab. I walked directly to him and just started sucking his delicious manhood. I guess I forgot about the camera and my desires took over.
I devoured him. He kept fucking his own ass and his cock remained strong and hard for the mouth-fucking he gave me. His load hit the back of my throat and I gleefully drank every drop.
That didn’t solve all of my problems. My pussy was throbbing, yet I returned to my office behind the two-way glass. I looked at the monitor and saw that the dream had changed. Shit! I’m in it! But, fuck, I am so fucking horny!
Young Jake is fucking my pussy while Richard is fucking my ass. And Janice is sitting on my face.
I’ve never licked a pussy in my life but in this dream sequence, I was lapping at that muff like a pro.
My tongue was all over her. I sucked her clit and worked my hand in and out of her hole. Her pussy was wet and soft and surprisingly tight around my fingers. The more I licked, the more she opened up to me.
Next thing I saw on the screen, my whole hand was inside her. Fisting her.
She pushed her pussy down hard on my tongue.
As I watched, I could smell pussy. I sniffed my hand and it was there too. I sniffed my other hand. Nothing. This was getting too weird.
Jake was now turned around and rubbing his cock over the seat of the chair. Thrusting on it. He was fucking the chair as if it were me or his mother in the dream.
I continue bouncing up and down on Richard’s cock in my back door while Jake works me from the front. Richard is squeezing my tits. Jake has his hands on his mother’s tits. I feel Richard and Jake cum. It was an amazing feeling…two cocks cumming at the same time. While they were both still in me, I feel something warm on my chin and running down my neck. Janice just came on my face. Richard begins licking her pussy juice off my neck.
My pussy is burning. My asshole is burning. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I go back inside the lab. I throw off my lab coat, my blouse, my bra…I drop my pants and panties and slide into the chair, underneath Jake. I moved slowly as not to interrupt the dream. I did not want him to wake up and miss my chance of being fucked by this stud.
With no hesitation whatsoever, Jake’s next thrust impales his cock right into my wet and waiting pussy.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuck,” I exclaim and then bite my lip. I don’t want to wake him. I want this to continue for a long, long time.
My pussy is stretched by Jake’s fat cock. Good thing I am so hot for him or it might have hurt worse. Another millimeter and my pussy might burst but the current stretch is just right. His cock fits me perfectly. I literally feel my juices come streaming down to help lubricate the beast. I grind my hips down on him as he pushes his hips forward. I want every inch of that rod. He feels sooooooo good.
I’m going to lose my job for this, but damn it! This is well worth it. I’ve never been fucked like this before in my life. He’s really giving me a workout. His balls are smacking into my ass and I nearly scream every time I feel him rammed in deep. His strokes are slow and forceful. He sends me to another dimension with each punch.
Every time he tries to speed up, I relax my pussy to slow him down. My pussy wants to taste him, and this is just the appetizer. After about ten minutes, I am about to burst too so I let him have at it. He’s going after my pussy like a jackhammer tearing up a sidewalk.
He cums and as he pulls out, the warm liquid follows and leaks out onto the lab chair. Jake looks at me with disgust. Does he know it’s me? Is he awake or asleep?
Disgust changes to rage right before my very eyes. I pull on my pants and try to move towards the door on the left side of the room without him noticing but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. I have to speak.
“Jake, are you awake?” I ask.
Jake reaches to the floor and pulls on his pants. As he’s tightening his belt buckle, his piercing blue eyes sever my soul. He takes a step towards me and I back up. He stops for a second, wipes a tear from his eye, and then keeps walking. He slips the belt off again and holds it stretched across his chest with one hand on the buckle and one hand on the other end.
“You fucking whore,” he says. “I fucking hate you.”
With one swift, fluid motion the belt is around my neck and pulled tight. He smashes my face up against the wall and spreads my ass cheeks apart with his hand.
“You ready for big daddy?” He pauses then asks, smugly, “Mommy?”
Next thing I know, his enormous cock has violated my asshole. I feel like I’m being ripped open. Those same slow powerful fucks felt completely different in the ass. I was really wishing I hadn’t come in here. Those short bursts from his hips were violent and tearing me up inside. He was a prolific ass rapist. This couldn’t be his first time.
I gasped for air and clawed at the belt around my neck. I was sure I was going to die.
He fucked the same way he just fucked my pussy so when he began to hammer me, it didn’t take long for him to cum again. Still, he didn’t release his hold on me with the belt. He held me firmly against the wall. I could hear him fumbling around with something. What had he brought in here with him? I closed my eyes and I felt my self drifting off…
Then I felt it.
It was sharp, pointy and metal. It felt like someone had stuck a meat tenderizer in my pussy. I could feel my vulva being shredded by the sharp edges as the hard, cold thing kept moving in and out of me.
I couldn’t even cry because the belt was so tight around my throat.
This is it. I give up. I didn’t know what he was doing to me but I wanted it to stop. By the time he put the device in my ass, I was so numb and bloody, I could hardly feel anything.
Then I saw it. It was a leather, spiked thing that he pulled off his cock after he came again in my ass. It was covered in shit and blood. When he removed it, his eyes gleaned like a wild animal fresh from the kill. His tongue was out, he was panting.
He released the belt around my neck, dropped to his knees and began licking the blood from my vagina and ass. He licked and sucked till his face was covered in blood now too. He held my ass checks in his hands, pulled apart, and dove his tongue right inside. He sucked on my pussy and my asshole. He sucked his own cum right out of me. His feverishly wild eyes, his face now covered in blood, his teeth looked like the fangs of a monster. I collapsed on the floor when he finally let go of me.
About 20 minutes later, I woke up to a soft tapping on the two way glass next to my computer.
I looked at the computer screen and Jake’s bloody, deranged, fanged face was frozen on the screen.
I spoke over the intercom, “It will only be a few minutes longer.”
Jake, now fully dressed in the clothes he wore in today, went back to the chair he had fucked me in earlier and sat down without so much as a word. He smiled faintly and I saw one fang sticking out over his lip. I hadn’t noticed his teeth earlier. I wasn’t even sure he had teeth earlier!
I returned my attention to the computer and clicked “play” on the screen. It was adolescent Jake holding his mother against a wall, a belt around her neck. He was fucking her and spraying cum up her back. Then he smacked her across the face, told her to stay still, while he put on a black leather, metal studded, sort of “cock shield” or condom-like device over his penis.
“No!” I gasped.
He entered his mother with the device on. On the grainy video, I could see blood running down her inner thigh. Tears running down her face. She was mumbling something. It wasn’t clear if she liked it or if she was being raped by her son.
I let the recording play to the end. I removed the DVD and slid it into a “Dream Date” case. I went into the lab where Jake was waiting and handed him the DVD and some additional paperwork and advertisements for specials and referrals.
He took the materials, thanked me, and turned to leave. He stopped and asked, “Do you want a copy for yourself?”
“No, no, no, we don’t keep copies of patient dreams,” I stammered.
“Ok, well then, I’ll see you later?”
It was a rhetorical question and I didn’t answer, but I knew he’d be back. And I was sort of looking forward to it.