Dreamweaver Ch. 01 - The Invention

At Myrtle Beach, as the late afternoon cast its warm glow, an unusual serenity settled upon the shore. Typically bustling with activity, the beach now stood deserted, a silent witness to the fading sunlight. Palm trees lined the sandy expanse, their shadows stretching towards the horizon, where a multitude of hotels and apartments formed an uninterrupted row.

On this tranquil stretch of sand, she reclined on the oversized towel, embracing the solitude that enveloped her. Alex, her lover, lay beside her, his fingers tenderly tracing a delicate path along the side of her waist, ascending towards her exposed belly.

She shifted her gaze to the right, where he lay unclothed, as innocent as the day he came into existence. A peaceful smile graced his features, his eyes fixated on her with a tender affection that spoke volumes. His manhood, though softened, retained its substantial girth, menacing as a lion at rest in the shade of the vast savannah, exuding a quiet yet undeniable strength. It hung lazily over his left thigh.

She stretched her body, as if awakening from a blissful slumber, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, overwhelmed with sheer delight at the incredible fortune she had--a lover so remarkable. The level of satisfaction he brought her, time and time again, surpassed anything she had ever experienced. With a decisive motion, she reached down and untied the strings of her bikini bottoms, freeing herself from their constraints. Sitting up, she rolled onto Alex, just above his knees, her hands finding purchase on his sturdy abdomen. The vibrant day-glow green fabric of her bikini top strained to contain her voluptuous breasts, swaying gently as they hung, a testament to their weight.

Alex's cock stirred with electric energy, like a python awakening from its slumber, its veiny form gracefully extending and defying the pull of gravity. Life coursed through his veins, pumping blood into his awakening manhood with a rhythmic intensity. Emily, feeling a surge of desire, moistened her hand with a delicate spit, her own anticipation causing her essence to flow. With a touch that spoke of possession and intimacy, she began to lubricate his awakening treasure, heightening the shared pleasure that awaited them both. Placing her hands on the crest of his hips, she rose up to align her opening with the head of his massive cock. She eased back, touching the tip to her folds. She leaned to the left and gripped him with her right hand, lowering her weight with equal parts hunger and fear. Her cunt oozed over his head as she began to pant.

So far little pain but the pressure was unyielding as she rocked back and forth attempting to slime his pole so she could cram more of the remarkable tool inside her greedy cunt. It was working. She methodically pressed back as his cock climbed higher and higher toward her cervix. Then it made contact. Their connection intensified as their bodies merged in an intimate embrace. With her hands resting on his chest, she peered down beneath their entangled forms, seeking to assess her progress. Fuck, it was only halfway in. She was overwhelmed by a sensation that could only be described as the weight of a cannonball filling her canal. In the midst of a captivating blend of pain and pleasure, she felt an intense craving for deeper penetration, the yearning building within her. As her eyes met Alex's, a wordless smile on his face conveyed the depth of his adoration for her, echoing the unspoken desires between them.

In a moment that might be seen as impulsive, she summoned the courage to rise up and allowed herself to freefall onto his manhood, descending a full six inches, fully embracing the raw intensity between them. The impact of their union caused a guttural grunt to escape her lips. A deep, penetrating ache coursed through her, adding a complex dimension to their encounter. In an instant, an overpowering orgasm consumed her, causing her body to convulse and jerk with a mixture of painful pleasure that defied words. She saw a look of horror, or was it wonder on Alex's face? She felt him grow harder inside her, every tiny detail of his cock felt in high definition. His glands flared as his hips bucked, piling on more of that insane pressure. He grabbed her hips and drove her from underneath, rocketing his hips until she felt his hot seed flooding her. It just kept coming and coming, he bucked and pressed deeper as he silently grimaced in the throes and a mighty orgasm.

Finally, both subsided. She looked into his eyes and saw her lover. As she looked, it began to dawn on her. This was her son! What had she done? She looked around the crowded beach. Onlookers gaped and whispered to each other. She couldn't move. She was frozen with shock, shame, and fright.

Emily woke, sheets soaked; sweat and her juices. She recalled it all, the passion, intensity, and amazing pleasure she had both received and given to her lover, her son. As she lay in bed, a forbidden love for Alex took hold of her heart, quietly reigning within her. Her inability to recall her dreams was gone. But, what had she been suppressing all these years?