Diana: Girlfriend’s Mom

Ryan Hayes didn’t usually dream, but tonight he was dreaming. And what an incredible dream! Waves of intense pleasure swept over him, the result of someone’s touching his penis with a light, wonderful touch. It felt as if his organ had grown as hard as a rock. He’d never experienced anything like this when he was awake nor had he imagined, in any of his sexual fantasies, that anything could feel as wonderful as what was happening to him in his dream!

He could feel his dream-lover’s lips and tongue lovingly caressing the swollen, throbbing shaft and head of his penis, which felt harder than it had ever been! What was happening to him felt so real! He’d never had a dream like this one before! His dream-lover stroked him, licked him, kissed him, and wrapped her lips around the arrow-shaped tip of his swollen penis; and he responded mightily. He couldn’t lay still. His hips rocked, his erection was throbbed, and his heart was pounding. If only this was real and not a dream!

Then he realized it wasn’t a dream. He was awake, in a bed in the guest bedroom of his girlfriend Mia’s parents’ cabin, and someone really was giving him a blowjob!

The question was; who was doing it? Ryan laid there, gasping for breath; his eyes squeezed tightly shut, wondering. Was it Mia? Had she gotten up and sneaked into his room? Maybe it wasn’t Mia, maybe Cassia felt so sorry for him she decided to... No, it couldn’t possibly be Cassia. That meant it had to be... No, it couldn’t be Mia’s mother, could it? He wanted to open his eyes and find out who was doing these wonderful things to him, but he was afraid to. What if it was really a dream?

His dream-lover lay down on the bed next to him, rubbing her body against his legs and erection. Whoever was doing the wonderful things to him was wearing something silky; Ryan could feel the contrast between the cool, slippery material and the warmth - almost heat - of the woman’s skin. He still found it almost impossible to believe this was real. Women really didn’t do things like this, did they? It was only in porno movies that things like this happened.

The more Ryan lay there thinking about what was happening, and the longer it continued, the more powerfully aroused he became. Sexually inexperienced, he had little in the way of control. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhh!! Ohhh!!” he moaned, unable to remain silent, then he felt fingers on his lips.

“Sh!” his dream-lover whispered while her hand continued to stroke his erection gently. “Shhh!”

Ryan, lying there with his eyes closed, tried to place the voice he’d heard, but couldn’t. It could be anyone, but there were only three women in the house, so it had to be Mia, Cassia, or Mia’s mother. Unless he really was dreaming all this, then all of the wonderful things he was experiencing were just a figment of his imagination. But how could he be imagining how wonderful he felt? How could a dream feel so real? It had to be real. It just had to!

Ryan gasped and, despite his best efforts to keep still, a long, soft, impassioned moan escaped though his clenched lips when he felt his dream lover’s lips wrap around the head of his pulsing erection once more, then begin to slide downward. At the same time, her hands gently fondled and rolled his swollen testicles. “Oh, God! I can’t stand much more of this!” he thought. His hips rocked upward involuntarily, thrusting his erection deeper into his dream-lover’s mouth. “Jesus! I’m gonna come!”

Then, wracked by waves of pleasure more intense than anything he’d never experienced in his young life, he was coming and, much to his surprise, he felt his dream-lover sucking on him and swallowing his exploding juices. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” he thought as powerful sensations caused his body to tremble and quiver. “This can’t be real! I have to be dreaming!”

At long last the wondrous sensations began to dwindle and he felt his erection, still cradled in his dream-lover’s mouth, begin to soften. When even the small after-shocks of joy he was enjoying finally ended and he was totally limp, she removed her mouth from him and gently kissed the tip of his now-flaccid penis. Only then, needing desperately to find out whether what had happened to him was real or not, did he lift his head, open his eyes, and look down toward his groin...

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Eighteen year-old Ryan Hayes was having what could best be described as one of the most confusing days of his young life. He was excited and filled with anticipation, but at the same time he was experiencing considerable anxiety. His girlfriend, Mia Dorley, had invited him to spend a weekend with her family at their vacation cabin in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains, which was not in the least a bad thing. In fact, next to Mia going out with him, it was the best thing that ever happened to him. Mia was a very pretty girl who was quite popular; even though lately she had been affecting what Ryan - an avid fan of old TV shows - couldn’t help thinking of as an “Addams Family” style of dress. Mia was slim, very attractive, had black hair and wide, arresting gray eyes. In the past year, she had begun to dress in black, almost always wore long skirts, had her shoulder-length hair pulled back in a tight bun. She’d avoided getting a suntan and always wore dark, almost black, lipstick and black nail polish. She looked a lot like the Morticia Addams character; although Ryan thought Mia was a lot prettier.

What he found even weirder - although he wasn’t complaining - was that not only had she agreed to go out with him, she was allowing herself to be thought of by her friends in school as his girlfriend. Ever since Ryan first got to know Mia - back when they were both freshmen - she was one of the “in-group” of girls. She was a cheerleader who only dated jocks and never even seemed willing to admit that kids like him existed.

Ryan, who was eighteen and a senior in high school, was as far from being a jock as a person could get. He was tall and stocky, wore his light brown hair cut very short, and was quite shy. On the positive side he was on the honor roll, was president of the school debating team, a member of the national honor society, and a founding member of the computer club. The worst marks he got were in gym class, which he hated because all the other boys, especially the jocks, picked on him for being a wimp.

“I don’t like those muscle-bound oafs,” Mia told him on the occasion of their first date. “I much prefer men with substance; men with intellect, men like you, Ryan.”

Even though Mia did act a little odd, she was intelligent and Ryan enjoyed her company. He liked it even more that some of the jocks she used to date were jealous of him.

The jocks wouldn’t have been nearly as jealous if they’d known more about his relationship with Mia. One of the things he’d been looking forward to when she let him know she wanted to go out with him was the chance to have his first sexual experience. The fact that he was still a virgin at eighteen bothered him and was a situation he dearly wanted to correct. But, after a torrid necking session at the end of their first date, Mia stunned him by announcing she had decided to adopt a lifestyle of celibacy.

“You, of all people, understand, don’t you, Ryan?” she’d said, looking very sincere and vulnerable. “I mean, someone with your intellect and maturity certainly understands that lasting relationships have to be built on more than sex. You do understand what I’m talking about, don’t you?”